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My Fingerprints You Say?

My Fingerprints You Say?

It's been a while since I posted on my blog for various reasons, (work, life, kids, kids, and KIDS), but today I went to my biometrics appointment at the USCIS center (U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services). Naturally, I felt compelled to document the experience.
My husband and I applied for citizenship after waiting to be eligible for the past fourteen years. It has been a long road and we are excited to take this step and commit to serving our adopted country.
As I stepped into the USCIS office, a picture of not-so-amused President Trump was waiting for me. I’ve been to immigration offices before and depending on who the president was at the time I have seen photos of the current Commanders-in-Chief once or twice, and the pictures always showed a smiling president (Bush or Obama or Clinton). Well, not this time. I was not sure if this was supposed to be some intimidation tactic, but it amused me more than it scared me. Other than that, the office was clean, and everything ran smoothly. I was helped by a security/check-in officer who, by my evaluation of his accent, was an immigrant from Africa. The lady who took my fingerprints was also an immigrant (her accent was possibly from a country in South America). She politely informed me that my fingerprints have been compromised due to the years of typing on a keyboard. I’ve never heard of such a thing. One would think everyone nowadays would have this issue. She hoped that the FBI would be able to use my fingerprints to check my immigrant worthiness. I shared her sentiment.
As I left the office, clutching the “studying pamphlet” for the civics exam I would have to take later in the process, I looked back at the picture of our frowning president and thought about others who came before me. I thought about how there was always someone frowning upon immigrants, and yet so many persisted and believed in the America ideal.  This thought gave me strength and conviction that even though the agenda and the rhetoric have been tough in the past year, there was much to gain for my family, as our roots take, on the American soil, and as we befriend recent immigrants and those whose ancestor came to these shores long ago. We are after all citizens of the world, forming a community in America and there is a life to be lived in freedom and pursuit of happiness.

Reading Event - No Names Writing Group

Reading Event - No Names Writing Group