Nene’s smile is worth 1,000 patriotic words

By Jane Greeley, Medill, Immigrant Connect                          May 2021 I’m sitting on the couch beside my mom, my head leaning against her shoulder. Her phone dings, and she reaches over me to grab it. It’s a text containing a photo. She opens it up and shows it...

The vastness of Blackness: My first Labor Day in Brooklyn

By Amirah Ford, Medill, Immigrant Connect                                                                      May 2021 To be quite honest, I hate parades. They’re loud. Noisy. Packed. New York summers are sultry and sticky. People will be bumping me, possibly...

Go be great

By Lunden Mason, Medill, Immigrant Connect                                                                                              May 2021 Soft drops of rain hit the car window in a rhythmic pattern as I sit in the backseat of a taxi, en route to the airport to...

From my great grandmother to me and back to Vienna

By Isabelle Kenagy, Medill, Immigrant Connect                  May 2021       My great grandmother Ilse lightly hums the Viennese ballad “Wien Wien Nur Du Allein” as I sit on the floor of her sewing room. She’s making me a dress for my seventh birthday, a task that...