When I told people in India that I was American, I was fortunate always to receive a warm and enthusiastic reception. The most typical responses of working class Indians were along the lines of, “America! The land of dreams!” and “We love Obama!” Many people described to me their hopes of “making it” to America at some point during their lives. If they could not afford to do so, then they worked in hopes of being able to send their children. I avoided admitting the cost of a plane ticket to the US in rupees to enthusiastic patients at a free hospital where I volunteered. I took pictures with families excited to meet a real American as they told me all about the wonders of America.
After some time, I couldn’t help but wonder: Are the people who make it here ever disappointed?
Yes, America is wonderful. Yes I am appreciative and generally proud of my citizenship and country. My travels have enlightened me about other cultures, but also my own and I realize how fortunate I am to call this most coveted place home. But, I still wonder, is it all that it’s cracked up to be? In talking to some Indians about the US, one would think America to be a place free of corruption, violence, injustice, and poverty, a place where everyone truly has an equal opportunity to be what he or she would like. And yet, that is far from the truth. So I wonder, are immigrants to the US ever disappointed?
For Indians, there are certain improvements in quality of life here that are undeniable. Saifali explained one example of this is terms of space in the library. (He’d previously been marveling at how empty the library was, though I did explain that one wouldn’t typically expect to find the basement of the library jam packed on a Friday evening.) He said, just look around here at all this space. If we were in India, this library might only be one story; forget about us having our own table to sit at; we might have nowhere to sit at all and it would be loud because there would be so many people.
But improvements in physical living conditions, comforts and securities surely come with a tradeoff of living in a place likely so different from any they have previously known. Everyday accepted practices, religious holidays, and clothing that is so normal at home become unusual anomalies here. The young girl I tutor tells me all the time that she wishes to go back to Nepal. She hasn’t adjusted to life here yet: school is difficult, English is difficult, and connecting with friends is difficult. She can’t understand the complicated reasons why her family had to leave home, she just knows there are a lot of things in the US that are hard and that she doesn’t like. Her older brother and parents seem slightly happier here than she, perhaps because they have a more vivid recollection and understanding of why they left. Her brother told me that when he left Nepal, he thought that everywhere in the world was the same; he didn’t know that the US would be different and he is pleased with many of the differences he sees. I still don’t know that the pros outweigh the cons or that American lives up the expectations of all the refugees and immigrants that come here.