After a chaotic weekend; my eyes are swollen from all of the crying, my arms ache to hug everyone affected by the #MuslimBan and my heart is clinging to music as I try to find some answers. Though, the answers are not readily available; I am trying my hardest to not lose hope. This past weekend has broken my heart and slowly pieced it back together all at once. I witnessed families being torn apart, I witnessed people feeling helpless but I also witnessed lawyers going down to airports and working pro-bono. I saw people swarming airports all over the country and demanding change. A plethora of emotions were felt these last two days and I’m still trying to get a hold of myself.
I am a daughter of immigrants. Though this issue does not directly affect the Hispanic community, I can’t help but feel like it’s only a matter of time. So what do we do? We fight. We fight even if the issues don’t directly affect us because people are people and there is enough oppression in this county’s history. We continue to fight for this country because people from all over the world have come HERE and have actively tried to be better. We are better because they are here.
So this Music Monday I am choosing my life anthem to be from The Hamilton Mixtape. The song is “Immigrants (We Get The Job Done)” #RELEVANT.
The very first time I heard this song, I was in my car driving to work and completely unprepared. I remember jumping up and down in my seat, I vividly remember the feeling in my soul, I can still feel my tears in my eyes and I remember how grateful I felt for my father. My father, who traveled to the United States in hopes that he would be able to better himself. He met my mother a few years later back in Mexico; they got married, he brought her to the United States and a year later they had the best thing that has ever happened to them: ME.
That is just part of their story (I will tell you a detailed version at a later time) and stories like mine are everywhere. I understand, that immigration is a complicated issue and the answers won’t come easy but my story matters. Muslims matter. OUR stories matter; to try and divide us will only make us stronger. So, I urge you to listen to “Immigrants (We Get The Job Done). This song is a beautiful collaboration and every artist in the song has a magical story worth telling.
Ay yo aye immigrants we don’t like that
Na they don’t play British empire strikes back
They beating us like 808’s and high hats
At our own game of invasion, but this ain’t Iraq
Who these fugees, what did they do for me
But contribute new dreams
Taxes and tools swagger and food to eat
Cool, they flee war zones, but the problem ain’t ours
Even if our bombs landed on them like the Mayflower
Buckingham Palace or Capitol Hill
Blood of my ancestors had that all built
With the ink you print on your dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill
But still we just say “look how far I come”
Hindustan, Pakistan, to London
To a galaxy far from their ignorance
Cause immigrants, we get the job done
Please listen to this song; allow your heart to open up to things you do not understand. Our current state of affairs is extremely complicated but I urge you to be on the right side of history. This country is not the same without the immigrants that so many are actively trying to get rid of. We are a combination of stories and like this song, we only succeeded when we support each other.
– An Immigrant’s Daughter