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A dream deferred for an Alhambra Chinese youth

In 2012, Chun Hang Gordon Ip wrote about his experiences as an undocumented immigrant. At the time of publication, he asked the Source to keep his identity anonymous. Since then, he has received temporary legal status and he has written to us saying we may reveal his identity. Ip is  studying at East Los Angeles College, where he's planning to double major in English and Communications. He is involved with the ELAC speech team, where he won awards at both the state and national levels, and has continued performing slam poety.


My father, mother, and brother stare down at their rice bowls, and the dinner table falls silent except for the click of chopsticks on porcelain.*

How is it possible, at the age of 17, I could not have known? I’d been watching news stories about illegal immigrants for years. But the debate was always about the Mexican-American border, never about other countries.

I left Hong Kong when I was 4 years old, so I don’t understand everything my parents say in Cantonese, and they don’t understand everything that I say in English. My older brother facilitates any complex conversations. So when I tell my father I need my Social Security number to apply for financial aid, it’s my brother who must explain to me that I don’t have one: We are not legal immigrants. 

Chun Hang Gordon Ip

Later that night, I’m on Facebook and my newsfeed is packed with friends complaining about applying for Cal Grants. I realize without a Social Security number, I can’t even apply for public financial aid. Without that assistance, I won’t be able to afford college. And a bizarre new reality begins to hit. 

My family history that led to this situation emerges without warning one evening as I sit next to my father in the car. He tells me he worked since he was 16 and saved up enough money to move our family to America. But once here, unscrupulous legal advisors promised a Green Card but instead scammed him out of his hard-earned money. We were left with basically nothing, and we were ineligible to become U.S. citizens. 

He tells me that my immigration status is sensitive information, and that I should not tell anybody. I follow his advice at first. I am scared friends will judge me, and I don’t even tell my girlfriend of two-and-a-half years.

Many things start to make more sense, but I feel so much more confused.  I understand why my parents have driver’s licenses from other states, and why they told me to wait to get my own. Why my parents always pushed us to have good grades, so we could receive a “ride” from any college that would take us. And why my brother ended up at community college, rather than a four-year school. Why we avoid airplanes, and why we have never, in 14 years, visited the rest of our family in China or Hong Kong.

The author, far left, with the 2000 graduation class of Ramona Elementary.

But doubts surge through my mind. If I didn’t know this crucial element about myself, what other mysteries could there be about my identity? I have no motivation or inspiration to do anything. I’m not sleeping; I’m depressed.

Poetry has been the outlet I use to express what’s bottled up inside me, and one afternoon, exhausted from spending the night before surfing the Internet with no destination, the words start to flow.

That evening, at an Alhambra Moors Poetry Slam, I share my secret when I present my poem "Bilingual / Shuang Yue".

They don't understand that it hurts me much more than it hurts them to give them anything less than a 1-2-3-4.0. And I know it's a stereotype, that Asian parents see Bs as Fs. But the truth behind the implications is that my mother and father gave up every little thing they have just so that I could live the "American Dream"

As people fill out FAFSA and Cal Grants, I'm left with my hands and wallet empty, thumbs twiddling just to pass the time because my immigration status is far from legal. Tell me. When did the land of the free become the land in which it's illegal to live?

I feel the eyes of a Latino parent connect with mine. After the slam, she congratulates me on my performance, and tells me how much she connected with my work. I feel the weight lift a bit, and more comfortable sharing the truth. Still, none of the other students from my poetry club ask me about my status. And I don’t talk about it either.

When my college acceptance to my dream school arrives, it is not a happy day. I feel alone, stranded in a cluttered space of celebrating friends and worried faces. I avoid telling my parents, but when I finally do, tears fill my mother’s eyes. “When we came to America all we wanted for you was an education,” she says. “That’s all we wanted all our lives as parents.”Celebrating a fifth birthday with family at home in Alhambra.

She apologizes to me for not being able to provide me with an education, which I feel is ridiculous. I tell her I would still go to a community college, and it’s not like all hope was lost.

I had never heard of the Dream Act, federal legislation that had been pending for more than a decade to provide legal status to young people like me. Congress failed to act, but just two days after I graduate, President Obama announces a new program that would prevent my deportation and allow me to work legally. My father e-mails me the news. Later, when I come home from a night out with friends, my usually reserved father greets me with eyes glowing with joy like I’d never seen before. “It’s here. Our struggles are over,” he tells me. “We’ve finally made it in America.”

The day before the new rule is set to go into effect, I enter the Asian Pacific American Legal Center with my brother and mother by my side. I expect to see other Chinese people, but instead, they’re ethnic from all sorts of backgrounds. In the crowded room, I feel alone, again. I’ve never talked to anyone else about my status, not even my brother. I look at the nurse in scrubs across the room. Could it be possible that she has a job at a hospital without a Social Security number? Without citizenship, without an identity?

I realize I’m actually extremely lucky. Law has never seemed so beautiful to me: something that had always felt like rules that constrained could change the lives of actual people. As I begin to speak to my lawyer, I look into his eyes, and I see an Asian man who is working in a law firm in Los Angeles. I do not know who he is or how he got here, or what it’s been like for him. But what I do know is that he’s helping me get to where he is: A working Asian American in the United States of America.

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7 thoughts on “A dream deferred for an Alhambra Chinese youth”

  1. Some people came to the U.S. without legal status did not intend to break the law. They could be victims of green card scam or lack of understanding of the American legal system. In this case, the author’s parents thought they could earn a legal status once they came, but “unscrupulous legal advisors promised a Green Card scammed him out of his hard-earned money.” Each case has a different story behind it, and that’s what makes this issue complicated. But we should not assume that all the illegal immigrants came here with an intention to sneak through the legal system and take advantage of the U.S. citizenship for free.

    1. Breaking the law is breaking the law, whether intentionally or not. And in todays’ world, how plausible is that one, even living in a remote corner somewhere in Africa, would reasonably believe that once he/she comes to the US or any country, he/she could “earn a legal status”? If I tell you USA is a “gold mountain” (as once called by the Chinese), should you come and then ask for a gold mountain (or maybe something less) from the US? There are all kinds of scams in the US and everywhere, the people who are scammed should blame the scammers and themselves only, not the governments. And I do think that 99% of those who break the immigration law have that intention, but I cannot “prove” it; and neither can you “disprove” it. So, it is not meaningful to include “intention” into the discussion.

    2. After some thought, I think I actually can “prove” that 99% of the illegal aliens, except those who do not have the intellectual capacity such as children, “intentionally” break the law.
      “Some people came to the U.S. without legal status did not intend to break the law.” One should know that entering or staying in any country without a legal status is by definition illegal. One intentionally breaks the law if he/she knows, or should have reasonably known, that he/she does not have a legal status and still enters or stays in a country. Maybe in some remote community in the world, taking away things not your own without paying is not called “stealing.” But if you have to pay the smugglers, the lawyers, sneak through the borders, and do all kinds of things to avoid detection, can you still argue that you don’t know it is illegal and you don’t intend to break the law?

  2. “When did the land of the free become the land in which it’s illegal to live?” Since the time this nation was founded! I hate this kind of rhetoric that is absolutely misleading and it really does not help at all – in particular to the illegals, in my opinion. It just shows that the person who says this is naive, ignorant, or even worse. A free nation does not mean anybody can come and go. Every country in the world has immigration restriction. I sympathize with those who were involuntarily brought here as children, but please don’t paint this as something the country owes you. This land of the free does not owe you a citizenship. Your parents broke the law and they are responsible. USA is not. This land of the free is also the land of the law. It is certainly legal to live – if you or your parents did not break the law.

  3. It’s so hard. But in no other country are you given more chances.

  4. Yes, thank you for sharing. Good luck on attaining your dreams.

  5. A brave and important story. Thank you for sharing.