Poetic Illustrations on YouTube

Poetic Illustrations on YouTube
Poetic Illustrations on YouTube

Forced Relocation of A Continent of People



"315 years. 20,528 voyages. Millions of lives."

The Trans-Atlantic Slave Route and the gory details of hundreds of years of slavery have been considerably consolidated and meticulously captured in the following impressive video thanks Slate's Andrew Kahn.

Sometimes, fewer words are better. Watching this speaks volumes for itself. Please read the details in the article in this link pertaining to the information contained in the video, for instance how Mr. Kahn designed each dot representing an individual ship to be interactive. A viewer can click on each dot to see relevant information regarding the ship such as the country of origin, flag, and destination.



St. Patrick's Day in America



Source:OnSuttonPlace.Com
                                       
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Source: www.irishcentral.com/roots/history/st-patricks-life-kidnapping-catholic
St. Patrick Day is an annual religious celebration intended to celebrate the death of St. Patrick. It has been celebrated for over 1,000 years. St. Patrick was born in Roman Britain. At the age of 16, Patrick was kidnapped and brought to Ireland as a slave.  He eventually escaped. At a later time, he returned to Ireland and introduced Christianity to its people.  It is said that he used the three leaf clover, known as the shamrock to explain the Holy Trinity, the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, to the people.  It is believed that St. Patrick died on March 17, 461.  The Irish celebrate St. Patrick’s life and death by attending morning mass services followed by a feast with family and friends in the evening. 

The first St. Patrick’s Day parade in the United States was held on March 17, 1762 in New York City.  Irish soldiers serving in the English military marched to traditional Irish music. Over the following 35 years, a flood of Irish Immigrants poured into America to escape starvation.  Overwhelmingly, the Irish immigrants settling in the United States were not accepted and respected, but rather disparaged and disrespected. Unfortunately our American media portrayed Irish immigrants in the cartoons as "drunks" according to History.com.  In 1948 President Truman attended a parade, which was a significant moment for many Irish Americans. After many adverse experiences in the immigration process, the President's presence was noteworthy, and appreciated by many. It was a sign that their struggle was not going unnoticed and that they were welcome by the leader of our union. 

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Source: https://history.howstuffworks.com/historical-events/when-irish-immigrants-werent-considered-white.htm
 In Ireland St. Patrick's Day is a religious holiday. Many of the pubs were closed by law until 1995 when a campaign was launched to increase tourism by showing Irish culture to the world.

In the United States there are approximately one hundred parades held annually. New  York City and Boston hold the largest celebrations. The New York City parade involves 150,000 participants, and nearly 3 million Americans line up to watch it in person.  Thank you to the Irish immigrants that have introduced St. Patrick’s Day to American culture! May the luck of the Irish be with us all!

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Source: http://www.irishnews.com/news/2016/03/08/news/new-york-st-patrick-s-day-parade-to-be-broadcast-in-ireland-and-uk-442339



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Women's History Month


                                 

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I had to do some major research on Women’s History Month (March) to write a blog about it.  So here is a quick timeline:

  • 1911—International Women’s Day established on March 8th
  • 1978—School district of Sonoma, California began to celebrate Women’s History Week starting March 8th
  • 1982—The week of March 8th was declared by President Carter as “National Women’s History Week”
  •  1986—14 states declared March as Women’s History Month
  • 1987—Congress passed Pub. L. 100-9 which declared March as “Women’s History Month”

I see the timeline, and I realize that it has only been 32 years since Women’s History Month has been declared.  This month is a very special month for Jen and I.  Not only because we are working women, but we are mothers.  We have this joke of “how many plates are up in the air today?”  In addition to our personal and work life, we are collaborating on a book.  In this book, we have come across many strong ladies!  From all walks of life.  Just to name a few:

  •  Ruza Wenclawska
  • Ana Mendieta
  • Alicia Partnoy
  • Shoshana Johnson
  • Pailadzo Captanian

This list can go on, and on, and on!  Trust me.  Each of the women represented in our book are heroes in our eyes.  They all have some traits in common;  determination, dedication, devotion, ambition, and no fear.   The poem I have written is celebrating all the women that have sacrificed or set aside their dreams and goals for their partner and family to succeed.   This poem is dedicated to the ladies that are the backbone and spine of the family, without fear or any hesitation, they do!


i will manage the rails
as you sail the sea.
i will be the leader,
placing anchors on the rock
as you follow me up
to the mountain top.
i would be your shield,
protecting
and covering you from
the pain.

I will lift you up
with a song,
with a soft melody.
bring you down, to stay calm
when you are angry.
wake you in the morning
with a tea,
as we close the night
with a sweet kiss from me.



Immigration Laws, American Dreams & Nightmares


The United States has long offered a golden opportunity. The promise of opportunity and safety for those who seek a new life by traveling to our borders and our shores. A hope to have a life of happiness with the ability to thrive. A chance to contribute to a community giving to them.

It is what we call The American Dream.
Source: American-Historama.com
What has happened to that dream? The United States policies on immigration have changed over the years, particularly regarding refugees, unauthorized immigrants, and in supposed attempt to thwart terrorists from entering our country. Since the inception of the United States, limits have been placed on immigration. Favoritism is often placed on European immigrants. In 1965 a new law made it possible for immigrants to enter the United States from many countries worldwide. In recent years attempts have been made to drastically reduce immigration from certain countries, step up or enforce penalizations, and many in our country support the building of a wall at our southern border. In many ways, it feels like we are stepping backward in time in lieu of progressing.

Source: SecurityToday.com
Our country has acted on and implemented a similar type of policy in the past. During World War II when millions of families faced peril at the hands of hatred, they humbly asked for safe harbor in foreign nations. While many were granted that kindness, hundreds of thousands were instead denied. Some were even turned away when they arrived on ships just off shore and were informed by immigration officials that their documentation was denied, their ships were returned to their origin, and many met their grim fate. 

The immigration laws here in the United States have been through quite a few changes since their inception. Under President Harding in 1921, The Emergency Quota Act resulted in the enforcement of immigration quotas on Ellis Island. The quota was not enforced at US consulates, however, resulting in a monthly passenger ship rush known as a “midnight race”. Passengers would attempt to reach Ellis Island within the monthly quota. A few years later Congress passed an additional law called the Immigration Act of 1924, or the Johnson-Reed Act. It was also called the National Origins Act, which was intended to solve the “midnight races” issues. This become a permanent immigration law. The Johnson-Reed Act was rather discriminatory and selective in nature. It required that all documentation be presented abroad, resulting in the receipt of visas for travel to the United States from embassies and consulates prior to travel to the United States.

In 1929 the immigration quota was further reduced by a cap. A series of laws in the 1930’s based on “national origin” limited the number of immigrants who could enter our country. When Jewish refugees tried to flee the Nazi’s, these laws largely prevented their safe harbor in our country. Given that many may not have had family established in the United States at the time, they had no one to vouch for them for the immigration process. Complicating their attempts to apply for refuge, at the time, the term “refugee” had no legal standing under our laws. Thus, Jewish refugees were at a particularly difficult disadvantage when applying to the United States. If the odds weren’t stacked against them enough, American citizens were struggling with the complications caused by the Great Depression, and a general anti-immigrant sentiment  plagued our country due to fears that immigrants may take the few available jobs from struggling American families. Regardless of how much time has passed, some things remain the same.

The story of Anne Frank is likely known by many. I use it as an example of the time as it is a sadly it allows for a comparison and chronology of events that match up with a family that followed the process, submitted all of the proper documentation, and should have qualified to immigrate to the United States at the time. If only someone had taken the time to look at their documents. Their story illuminates how we as a nation failed during this period. Our quota system, and our fear failed this family and many more like them.

Born Annelies Marie Frank, on June 12, 1929, in Frankfurt, Germany Anne was a young jewish girl with her whole life ahead of her. That was, until the rise of Hitler. She was given a diary and she loved to write in it. She became known posthumously through the publication of her diary. Her writings have been read world wide and serve as a voice of many lost to the Holocaust. Anne wrote about her experience as one of eight people hiding in an attic space for two years before being found by the Germans during the occupation of the Netherlands.


Source: AnneFrank.org
Source: AnneFrank.org
Public anti-anti-immigrant sentiment remained fairly high, and the U.S. Congress tried to pass several bills to aid refugees, but none passed. Applicants seeking admission to the United States had to go through an increased level of procedural steps. A new “relatives rule” was introduced. It required required the submission of sworn affidavits of support from family members living stateside on behalf of applicants intending to seek visas. Additionally, vetted formal personal affidavits and two financial records, fees paid in full, and all personal documentation supplied as requested such as: birth certificates, marriage licenses, etc. The U.S. State Department centralized the alien application process on July 1, 1941 through the visa control office in Washington DC. All alien applications were reviewed by: the Visa Division, Immigration and Naturalization Service, FBI, Military Intelligence Division of the War Department, and the Navy Department’s Office of Naval Intelligence. For many, this new process meant the end of their attempts to enter the United States to seek refuge.

Otto Frank, Anne’s father tried desperately to obtain visas for his family to travel to the United States to escape the brutality of the gestapo. He later explained the steps he took and the heartbreak he felt when a 1940 bombing of the Rotterdam Consulate destroyed everything he submitted with the applications he submitted in 1938 for his family. None of the original documents he had supplied for a sponsored visa application could be recovered. All of them were original birth certificates, marriage certificates, etc. In desperation, Otto took further steps in hopes that a friend who was in charge of the United States Housing Department might be able to help him as he was also a mutual friend of both Eleanor Roosevelt and Nathan Straus Jr., the son of a co-owner in the department store Macy’s. Even with these rather impressive connections, Otto eventually found himself hiding his family in an annexed apartment at 263 Prinsengracht for two years until the fateful day when the Germans found them, separated his family, and sent them all to concentration camps.

The Anne Frank House,
Amsterdam, Netherlands
 Source: AnneFrankGuide.net
The hidden annex, accessed behind a bookcase
Source:ElectricLiterature.com
With fears rising as Hitler’s regime spread across Europe, The U.S. government started to question if Jewish refugees were a security risk, and an anti-immigrant sentiment developed overall. So much so that dwindling quotas even went unfilled. Why were we filled with so much fear that we didn’t allow families to fill these quotas? A file like that of the Frank family sat for two years after it had been submitted for review abroad, and our quotas were still open and could have accepted more numbers. So many people lost their lives while we let bureaucracy dictate decisions of morality.

After being discovered, Anne spent the last year of her life in a concentration camp prior to her death at the age of fifteen. It is unknown whether she passed away in February or March of 1945 of Typhus. She spent her final days at the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp without her diary. Anne’s father Otto was the only survivor of the eight people living in the attic space who were sent to the concentration camps. He returned to the attic and found Anne’s diary. The home located at Prinsengracht 263, where the secret annex is located, is now a museum dedicated to the memory and the life of Anne Frank.

Anne Frank's father, Otto Frank
Source: AnneFrank.org
There is sadly a great bit of similarity between the nature of what Otto and his family went through in the process of trying to obtain visas to enter our country to flee the Nazi’s, the climate of fear around national security and immigrants and today’s tone on immigrants. It is for this reason that I wanted to draw the comparison to this story and point out why we have our current day refugee laws. It is important that we honor the history that has given us insight, and not abandon what we have learned from it. We should not repeat it.

Six million European Jews were killed and hundreds of thousands more suffered from deplorable conditions in concentration camps or from the diseases they suffered from subhuman care they experienced during their time hiding from the Gestapo, Hitler’s military force.

After World War II roughly only about 5% of the American public indicated a willingness to allow for additional immigrants. Even with photographic documentation and proof of the atrocities inflicted upon the Jews at the hands of the gestapo. President Truman took it upon himself to solve the issues Congress and the American public weren’t capable or willing to agree upon themselves. He established the “Truman Directive”, which allowed for the issuance of priority visas under a set of provisions within the existing quota system. Most of the visas issued between December 1945 through July 1948 were to people of Jewish decent coming in from Europe after the Holocaust.

An example of a Petition for Naturalization document
Source: TimeToast.com
The establishment of The International Refugee Organization (IRO), which was eventually taken over by the United Nations Commission on Refugees in 1951, which originated in 1946, and was implemented in 1948, was intended to help victims of displacement find their loved ones. The Displaced Persons Act, supported hesitantly by President Truman in 1948, allowed for up to 200,000 people displaced by conflict around the world to enter the United States. Additionally, it allowed for up to 50% of the unused remainder of the quota spaces to be filled by displaced applicants. Truman’s criticism of the bill was warranted. It focused primarily on applicants from Germany, Australia, and Italy. Excluding Jews and displaced people who had been in zones of Gestapo occupation. Congress later made an amendment to the bill. Geographical and chronological information that would have discriminated against people of Jewish descent was removed from the bill. Between 1948 and 1952 nearly 800,000 Jewish applicants entered the United States under The Displaced Persons Act.

The international community recognized the term refugee and gave it a specific legal status under international law at the 1951 Refugee Convention. A refugee was henceforth described as, “A person who owing to a well-founded fear of being persecuted for reasons of race, religion, nationality, membership of a particular social group, or political opinion, is outside the country of his nationality and is unable or, owing to such fear, is unwilling to avail himself of the protection of that country; or who, not having a nationality and being outside the country of his former habitual residence as a result of such events, is unable or, owing to such fear is unwilling to return to it.” 

The 1951 Convention further defined a refugee’s rights as the following, “Refugees are granted the right to work, to housing, to education, to public assistance, to freedom of movement within the territory, and cannot be punished for illegal entry. Under Article 33, known as the “non-refoulement” provision, refugees cannot be returned against there will to a place in which they would be endangered, In exchange refugees must abide by the laws and regulations of the country of asylum. Those who have committed crimes against peace, war crimes, or non-political crimes outside of their country of refuge, are not eligible for refugee status.” These worldwide protective practices were expanded in 1967.

The United States opted to pass its own laws regarding refugees. In lieu of signing the 1951 United Nations Refugee Convention, in 1953 the Refugee Act defined a refugee as an “escapee” (fleeing communism), or an “expellee” (Ex: an ethnic German). This legislation was set to expire in 1956. Under President Johnson, in 1956, the Immigration and Nationality Act, or the Hart-Celler Act eliminated the “national origins” which complicated the quota system and now allowed for immigrants from southern European countries as well as from the continents of Asia and Africa to immigrate to The United States. This act allowed for 6% of the visas issued annually to be allocated among those escaping from a multitude of situations, including natural disasters. For this reason it resulted in refugees and immigrants to remain in one category under the immigration law structure.

Bill Gates Quote, Source: DoubleQuotes.net
“Parole” directives were issues by Presidents Eisenhower and Johnson in 1958 and 1966 to assist Hungarian and Cuban refugees fleeing turbulent uprising in their countries, and in 1975 and 1977 Presidents Ford and Carter advocated for the assistance of several hundred thousand Cambodian and Vietnamese refugees to enter the United States. Many would later become US residents.

The United States Congress responded to the international community by passing the 1980 Refugee Act stating it, “is the historic policy of the United States to respond to the urgent needs of persons subject to persecution in their homelands.” It further explained how the United States would go about following the United National Refugee Protocol. The United States had finally collectively caught up with President Truman’s example. Between 1980 and 2018 roughly 3,000,000 refugees have been allowed safe harbor in the United States.  

U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services Emblem
Source:Fornarolaw.com
If a young Anne Frank could believe that something good could be found in even the most hardened of souls doing the worst humankind could think; we as a people should honor and care for others from the most beautiful place within us, the heart. Like Anne did. We can open our gates and our homes, place another chair at the table, and another glass can be filled. Those who are in peril today may be those who help us tomorrow. Today we feed our friends, tomorrow they may feed us. We orbit the sun together. We are all of the human race.

"It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality," Anne Frank wrote in 1944 in her diary, which helped personalize the tragedies experienced by millions of Jews. "It's a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.”

- Anne Frank


Sources: 
https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/.../united-states-immigration-and-refugee-law-1921-1
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/07/06/us/anne-frank-family-escape-usa.html
https://www.annefrank.org/en/anne-frank/the-short-life-anne-frank/
https://www.history.com/topics/world-war-ii/anne-frank-1
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/worldviews/wp/2015/11/24/anne-frank-and-her-family-were-also-denied-entry-as-refugees-to-the-u-s/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.4a3b6aba5539

Peace & Love

I discussed with Jen last week through our regular daily text, that I would love to do a blog topic of our other passions.  Particularly peace and love.  Jen and I strongly believe in those two small words.  These minuscule words carry intense and heavy connotation.  We both have strong conviction that it is these words, emotions and behaviors that will change humanity.  That will lead us to treat one another with respect and dignity.  There are two months in the calendar year that reflects these two words.  Guess what the month is for Love?  February? how did you guess?  Each February, Jen creates amazing valentine cards.  These are not just any cards, they are hand-made and tailored to the ones she loves.  She does not ask anything in return, no expectation.  Just spreading the love out.  As you can see below, lots of love goes into her hearts.  Now you are probably wondering what month is for peace.  Peace is in September.  To be exact, it is September 21st.  It is the International Day of Peace holiday, as it is recognized by the United Nations. During this holiday, the goal is for all to seize fire, put away their weapons, their harmful and hurtful words, and to not swing their fists at one another.  During this day, we embrace, love, support, cherish, and guide one another.  For past two years, I have asked for volunteers to be "peace ambassadors."  Each of the ambassadors receive 10 hand-made doves to pass out to others.  This year the target goal of making 300 doves total with 30 ambassadors!



Jen and I had a strong faith and belief in both peace and love.  In doing this book, we want for those words to be illustrated, not only in the art work but within the words of the poems.  We want the readers feel love and love the heroes that we portray in the book.  Hatred has never works in history, and it never will.  So as I write on my doves, I do hope that we all can do the following for just today, and everyday after...

Give a little
Smile a little
love a lot!

Reflect - Reset - Breathe


Photo by: a kind stranger, thank you!
1st Annual Pittsburgh Women's March
Pittsburgh, PA January, 2017


I've spent the past few days reflecting on the various marches, protests, and the fighting we have taking place within our country over our positions. Topics. Choices. The ways we feel we need to use our voices. We're feeling misinterpreted. Misunderstood. Misrepresented, or mischaracterized. It all has me wanting to take a breath. To draw in a cleansing full breath and pause for moment. To stop. To take a long hard look at who we are, what we're becoming, and how we got to this point. Then to reset. Then we may know how to properly respond to one another.

Reflect. Reset. Breathe. 

I strongly believe in the use of our voices. I've always said that I love a good protest! Oh yes! I do! One of my biggest goals in life is to honor what the suffragettes have done for me, and to teach my children of their sacrifices. I want to carry them with me and in my voice as I march with the freedoms they granted me through their sufferings and sacrifices.

Reflect

However I may honor these sacrifices, I do pledge to do so without trampling upon the rights of others. I want to utilize my rights, my voice, and channel the voices of the voiceless. I can only hope that others will mutually respect me, and do the same with the honor and respect that I choose to try to exhibit in the marches and protests I participate in. Alas, that is not always the case as we've seen so often.  

Reset

Each year I participate in the Women's March. Last year a photo of myself with my girls went viral through National Geographic on Instagram. Before I had eaten dinner the night of the march I was hearing from friends in Haiti and other parts of the world who had seen our image online. I was unaware that the photographers in the crowd we had granted permission to were from National Geographic, but I have long loved their work, so I was honored to find that we had been chosen and displayed.

Photo by: Lynn Johnson for National Geographic
Originally posted on Instagram by: LJohnPhoto
2nd Annual Pittsburgh Women's March
Pittsburgh, PA January 2018
Photo by: Lynn Johnson
2nd Annual Pittsburgh Women's March
Pittsburgh, PA January 2018


Much to our sadness, many posted horrific comments about my baby under our photo. My warrior. My hero. My miracle child who has survived more in her short life than many can even begin to imagine within the expanse of theirs was now being viciously ridiculed. One ignorant comment after the next was lobbed our way and tacked on to this beautiful tribute to female strength due to the color of her skin and the origin of her birth, Haiti. Now I'm a pretty tough momma, and I don't subscribe to, nor do I fall prey to unknown online trolls and their commentary, but some of these comments were hitting all of my buttons. I've experienced quite a bit in the twenty years I've been a mom, and in particular over the the past eight years while adopting, immigrating, and raising my three Haitian and two home grown children together. Yet this one photo brought every racist out of the proverbial woodwork and had them marching around like a proud little tribe of termites formerly festering beneath the surface. It was as if they'd smelled something tantalizing above them, and just couldn't help themselves but to surface in numbers to seize the opportunity. Then they found themselves on display for the world, and they felt no shame attacking an innocent little girl. A six year old little girl. Sure I wanted to lash out at all of them. Tell them our story. Tell them all who she is, and why she will always be better, wiser, stronger than them. What will it change though? Who will it help? What will it do? Photos speak 1,000 words, yes? I've decided to let these photos speak our truth. My girls can tell you our story through the photos of that day better than any tongue lashing and any rage filled cry fest and fury straight from  a Mother's broken heart would. We love one another. We are family. We have fought long and hard to be with each other. We have come from different countries, traveled far and wide to be with one another. We have conquered illness, bureaucracy, apathy, mountains, and we will conquer hate too. So I chose to breathe.

Breathe


Ignorance is all over the media. It's on t.v. It's on the radio. It comes from the mouths of those we know, not just from strangers. Sometimes it flies right out before we can shield our kids from hearing it. My child repeats something. I teach the lesson. I reteach the lesson. I explain. I explain again. I teach the lesson again. I explain again. We all see more ignorance in the media. In social media. From a relative of another generation. My child cries because her hair is curly and not long and blonde. My son is made fun of because his eyes are of Asian origin, and everyone calls him Chinese and makes any variety of dumb joke that none of us find funny. He explains that South Korea is different country than China, and that we respect China and the Koreas, Japan, and all of the Asian and the world's countries in our home. Ignorance comes at our children at a dizzying rate. Even more so when you're an immigrant. When you have an accent. When you have melanin. Ignorance has turned to hate. Hate has sadly been condoned. There aren't good people on both sides of hate. Hate isn't innate. It is taught, and those teaching it and preaching it need to STOP. Our children are watching. They're listening. They deserve better. It's time to take a position of positivity. It's time to reflect. To reset. To breathe.

One day not long after the second march my phone rang. It was Azy. Our President had just made a heartbreaking statement about my home away from home. The birthplace of three of my children. She was calling to see if I was ok. She asked me to meditate and to send him love and kindness. That's the kind of person she is. I needed to reflect. I wasn't feeling kind. I needed to reset. I wasn't feeling loving. I needed to breathe. I was feeling like a flamethrower.


Reflect. Reset. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe...and Create.

Our conversation began our bookmaking process. I definitely did not meditate and send my love to him, but I have spent this past year working on project filled with love for many people I identify with. People who come to this country with a passion to make their lives better. With a dream to make something of themselves. A goal to improve this world. This year I marched again. With a prototype of our book in my hands, and with thoughts of all of them in my heart. With their voices in my head.

I marched quietly, and in reflection. Thinking about this past year and all we have accomplished working on this book. I thought of the people we have met. Where we have traveled. Those we have written about. The faces I have painted. I reflected on what they went through to come to this country. What they had accomplished, and how much love they brought with them. How much hope they had. The dreams that carried them through their struggles.


I reflected on my own struggles with the immigration process for my children.  It occurred to me that so many Americans have never had any experience with this process, and thus have no perspective on it. I want to teach them through this book. I want them to know what the experience of being an immigrant is! I want them to understand the dream of being an immigrant! I want then to know the love and the enduring spirit one has and what it takes to leave your family and your belongings and even risk your life to seek new shores in desperation to fulfill your dreams with hope that they will one day be a reality. I want those who read this book to know that seeking a new life in this country is not just to gain freedoms, but to contribute.


As I drew in my own cold breath in the arctic morning wind, the book I carried was heavier and heavier. It grew harder to carry, and I thought of those who are, have, and will suffer through months of walking with little of their remaining belongings in brutal conditions. They do this sometimes with no food, water, or shelter. They hold on to one thing, and that is their dream. Their dream to be an American.

I want this book to reflect upon the good those who have come to our country have done for you and me. I want you to know what immigrants have done for this country and what you wouldn't have if not for them. I want you to know how your daily life has been positively impacted by immigrants. What might be different had an immigrant not come to this country, not been allowed to enter, or had been turned away and sent elsewhere. What would not have been invented, improved, or advanced? What would life in this country be like? I'd like this book to allow for time to reflect, and reset, and allow us all to breathe. To allow for the reader to lay it across their lap, flip through the pages, and see for themselves that walls shouldn't be built, children shouldn't be caged, but rather tables should be built bigger, our schools should be advanced, our children should be cultured, and the narrative should be rewritten.

We all need to reflect. We need to reset. We need to breathe. Let's reset the narrative. This is our response. This book.


Time to Reflect.
Time to Reset. Time to Breathe.
Time to Create.
Come take a deep breath with us!

Immigrants: The Foundation of our Nation

Presented by Poetic Illustrations is Coming Soon!


Photo by: Britt
3rd Annual Pittsburgh Women's March
Pittsburgh, PA 2019

Photo by: Britt
3rd Annual Pittsburgh Women's March
Pittsburgh, PA 2019

First Year Anniversary! 2018 Was Amazing

January 11, 2018 is the day that Jen and I decided to begin this project.  To work on a book that we both felt very passionate about. A book about immigrants in The United States of America that have played a significant role in our culture.  Hoping that one day this book would be in the hands of every individual in this great nation.

If we delved into our day to day grind in this blog, it would be about 25 pages long.  Each day, we text, video chat on Skype, email, IM on Facebook, and of course talk on the phone.  We created our list of the amazing immigrants that have contributed and shaped the culture of United States.  Each individual is researched.  Based on specific criteria, we select that ones that would fit with our goal.  The criteria is simple; they are immigrants, lived in United States and have contributed within their own industry.  We purposely focused on both males and females from all over the world.  The book is diverse, just like America.

In 2018 we had the honor and pleasure of meeting several of our heroes.  We met Alicia Partnoy, Lady Pink, Maz Jobrani, and Christine Clifford (representing Ana Mendieta).  Each meeting was so unique and special.  From Washington, D.C. to New York City.  We also met with Larry Moffi from Settlement House Press, he believed in us and our work from day one.  We cannot forget the wonderful and beautiful Candace, owner of Rock Candy Vintage store in New Paltz, New York and April & Christian, owner of Katora Coffee in Fredericksburg, Virginia for their support and encouragement.  Not only did Jen and I have great support from others, but within our circle of family and friends.  To just name a few; Britt, Omid, Kate, Reza, JJ, and Michael.  They have been our cheerleaders and are always in our corner.  We thank you!  We greatly appreciate the amazing support from our friends and family members.  It is wonderful when we hear "this book is going to be amazing" or "you guys are rockin' it."  That makes us smile.

Finally, in 2018, we signed on with Ronnie Ann Herman of the Herman Agency Inc. in New York City, as our literary agent.  This was a big moment for both Jen and I.  When we received the news from Ronnie, we both cried and laughed over the phone trying to compose ourselves.  It was very emotional because we felt validated.  The book that we are so passionate about is being recognized from outside of our circle.  We are very happy and excited to take this journey with Ronnie and see how it all develops!

A video clip of various pictures from 2018 has been created to show our journey.  It is very difficult to put one year worth of pictures into a two minute clip.  You may notice a very young Azy and Jen from 20 years ago, when our friendship solidified.  We do hope you enjoy it.  Thank you again to all that have supported us, encouraged us, challenged us, and believed in us.  With much love,   Azy & Jen


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