The Immigrant Story in America Today – Part 1
By Christopher Kerosky
I am a resident of our own Sonoma County who, like many of us, works with immigrants. For the last 25 years, I have worked as an immigration lawyer, originally in San Francisco, and now in Santa Rosa. Currently, with a wave of anxiety gripping the immigrant community here, immigration lawyers are very busy; I consult with about 8-12 new immigrant families per day, about 1500 per year. Most of these are undocumented immigrants.
Starting this month, I will be writing a regular column about our own immigrant community. One of my goals will be to address certain common myths about immigrants. The other will be to share inspiring stories about our own County’s dynamic immigrants, young and old, and their contributions to Sonoma County.
In this first column, I’d like to share a short description of my own family’s immigrant story and contrast that with the experience of one of the immigrant families I know here in Sonoma County. It’s instructive as to what has remained constant about immigration, but what has changed about our treatment of immigrants in this country.
Antoni and Marysia
My grandparents, Antoni and Marysia Kryłowski(see photo above), were Polish immigrants. Our name was later changed to “Kerosky” when their children went to school and the American teachers didn’t know how to spell their name.
Antoni and Marysia both came from small villages in Southern Poland. My grandfather came from a poor family with many children. He had to drop out of school to help support his family. When he became an adult, there were no jobs available; there were little industry and limited opportunity. My grandmother also had no future in her little village. She was facing a life of poverty and since the country was dominated by the Russians, there was also violence and persecution from their more powerful neighbors.
So my grandfather and grandmother left their homes and their family, everything that was familiar and moved far away so that they could find jobs. It was not an easy move to make, but it was necessary for them to survive.
Antoni and Marysia didn’t have a visa when they came here. They had no “papers”. They were not formally invited. Like many others, before them and after them, Antoni and Marysia just came and we as a society accepted him. They needed work, we had jobs to fill here; they came and took on those jobs. America in the beginning of the 20th century needed their labor and welcomed them here, even if they came without a visa.
At that time, in Pennsylvania, there were a lot of jobs. There was a growing economy, opportunity, and a multi-ethnic community that accepted people who spoke broken English, or no English at all like Antoni and Marysia.
Antoni got a job in the coal mines. He and Marysia rented a small house from the coal company. Maria bore 8 children and did most of the childcare; Antoni worked long hours in the coal mines. They just got by financially but through hard work, they survived. They raised their children, made sure they got a good education, went to church every Sunday and lived a good moral life like most Americans.
My father, Thaddeus, or as his friends called him “Ted”, grew up in a poor family, but safe and secure, in a wonderful community, full of immigrants and their children, diverse and accepting of diversity. Ted attended school, served our country in the war, and even went to college for awhile.
Later, Ted got a job, he made a better life for himself than his parents had. He had US citizenship from the start of his life, he had the right to drive, to work, to go to college, and of course the right to live the rest of his life here.
Now, long after my grandfather’s death, Antoni has about 100 grandchildren and great-grandchildren, most of them college educated, most of them in professional jobs, contributing to our society and our economy. I was lucky enough to come from this type of immigrant story.
Now I’d like to tell you about a couple of my clients who live right here in Sonoma County. Let’s call them Antonio and Maria Carreno; that’s not their real names, but their story is true. And I want to tell you about not only their lives but how our government’s laws and policies have changed, and how those changes have affected them.
Antonio and Maria Carreno
Antonio and Maria both came from villages in Michoacan, in Southern Mexico. Antonio came from a poor family with many children. He had to drop out of school to help support his family. When he became an adult, there were no jobs for him. There was little industry there and limited opportunity in Michoacan in the 1990’s (and that is still true today).