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May 1st Press Statement
SF Committee for Human Rights in the Philippines
From childhood well into adulthood the bitter truth I learned is that I would never be able to grow old in the country of my origin.
I came to America at age fourteen in 1993.
My mother went ahead of the family and took up work as a dental assistant while my father was a security guard and a part time hotel manager.
In his homeland, my father was a lawyer; here he was a security guard at the courthouse.
My mother was a dentist with a practice in Metro Manila, but here her degrees and experience were dismissed and deemed inapplicable.
They kept their dignity and worked diligently no matter how meager the pay, no matter how racist or petty the boss.
Leaving for work everyday at three am and coming home past ten at night left no time to eat and sit with one another as a family.
I know their bosses took advantage of their status and they being accustomed to the corrupt system of the Philippines silently complied and turned a blind eye to the violation of their own rights.
Legal or illegal, they are still immigrants.