Essay About Moving To America

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It felt no different to any other day. It was the day my family and I were moving to the United States of America. After countless weeks of packing, this day felt rather calm. This was going to be our second time moving to a different country. Our first time moving was from Ethiopia to Uganda, my father had found a job there, so we followed him. I remember how excited I was to be moving since I was dissatisfied with the school I was attending in Ethiopia. Once we moved to Uganda, life became brighter. I made friends within the first week of school and the environment we were living in was simply mesmerizing. Since our first time moving was so successful, I had very high hopes for our second one. How naïve I had been. The move was disastrous. Shortly after settling in Maryland and enrolling in the eighth grade, I was an outcast. I stuck out like a fly on a wedding cake. The minute my classmates found out I was from “Africa” (they referred to it as a country rather than a continent) and that I had a slight accent they avoided me. No one wanted to interact with me. This made going to school …show more content…

But there were still some other aspects I had not gotten used to. Moving to the US had made me painfully aware of how racially divided the country actually is. I started noticing how the white population lived in comparison to how the black population lived; there was a noticeable difference. The white population tends to reside in the affluent part of the state while the black population lives in the areas that are considered “unstable” or “ghetto”. I began wondering how it had become this way. All this time, I thought that after the Civil and Voting Rights Acts passed, the racial divide in America had dissipated. I was not aware that after Jim Crow and segregation had been put down, a whole array of racially biased events/systems were put in place to dismantle black

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