Manifesto of the first
Our everyday experiences can shape who we are as a person whether we acknowledge it or not, we are shaped by our surroundings, as well as the people in them. Poetry, fiction, and art allow us to depict specific moments or aspects of our lives, weather it is their intended and utter meaning or interpreted by the self, these forms of art are impactful in various ways.
Living in a country shaped by immigrants we all come here looking for the same thing. A better life, away from the sorrows of poverty and hunger our predecessors once departed their homelands in search for the American dream. Being the first born and first generation American you must pick up every stick and stone in the path that you create in order to forge and strengthen the way for those who will come after you. Not only helping the younger generations but also your elders, you become their true north. Sacrificing their personal identity in the search for that better life, first borns have carried a burden long before they ever arrived to the “dream land”.
Being robbed of their innocence as soon as they can read, these children become the third parent and sometimes even the parent to the parents. Having to carry the weight of two generations at a time, they never get the chance to be a child. La Vendedora de Flores is a painting by Diego Rivera which represents not just a certain personality or individual but rather a myriad of people. In this painting one can almost sense the heavy burden that the woman in the painting carries and must continue to carry for this is the only way of life that she has ever known. This is the reality of many immigrant children who were raised to be the first. Whether it may be first generation American or first to graduate high school. First generation children of immigrants go through the battle of paving the way not just for their own selves but also for their families.
Along with the many forced experiences these children are subjected to, their knowledge of their native tongue strengthens thus, becoming a powerful asset. However, it is not seen this way by all who surround them. Language is defined as the symbolic system through which people communicate and through which culture is transmitted (Reading: Symbols and Language | Sociology, 2011). Growing up, a big part of my identity was based on my language. Speaking Spanish at home and English in school, I was gifted the best of both worlds. In the movie “The Arrival” we see language being represented as an ultimate weapon. However, it is shown to be misinterpreted which ultimately causes the endangerment of people. For many years people have felt threatened by that which they do not understand. Weather it is a person speaking another language or merely someone who looks different than them, people aren’t always welcoming of these differences. Having the key of language has allowed many of us to grow up with a sense of pride in our culture as well as our language. A key that has allowed us to connect two very different worlds that we are so actively a part of.
Even though there are many challenges and adversities a first generation American must face, it is still very important to hold on to the hope that if we do not achieve “the dream” it would be our children, or their children. Keeping in mind the bigger picture, we are reminded every day that our journey in this country is not simply for us but for those who are and will be. Walking down this long road it often seems never ending. With no evident milestones, success does not feel like a walk in the park, but rather a hike up the Himalayan. Similarly to what we see in the poem of the painting titled “Summer Evening” in which we read about Debbie--who eagerly waits for her husband’s return day after day, while holding onto an image of a future that may never come--first generation Americans fight for their dream to come true while still holding onto the hope that one day they will “make it.” For many of us this future never comes in time while for others it never even arrives at all. It is often a game of chance; however this game requires you to put your blood sweat and tears into it.
I believe that all can be accomplished with drive, sacrifice and passion. I believe that success is a marathon and not a sprint. I want to inspire those who will come after me to craft their lives into the best version that can be, one action step at a time. I know that with hard work and dedication one day I will reach the finish line for me and for those who couldn’t.











