Thread: My Dad, the illegal immigrant

My Dad, the illegal immigrant

From a Chevy's trunk to a home in Orange County: It's still the American dream.


By Gustavo Arellano
September 14, 2008

Millions of Americans point to Ellis Island as the place where their family was first introduced to the United States. Others trace their ancestry to ships that dropped anchor centuries ago in New England. Still more greeted Lady Liberty by way of airplanes and a visa. My father? He fondly remembers the comfortable space in the trunk of a Chevy Bel Air that was his ticket to the American dream.

In 1968, Dad left his dying village of Jomulquillo, in the Mexican state of Zacatecas, to join his three older brothers in East Los Angeles. Eighteen years old, impetuous and with a fourth-grade education, Lorenzo Arellano would have had to do months' worth of paperwork to enter the United States legally -- and there was still no guarantee that he'd be allowed to enter. Youth and a growling stomach have little patience, so my father paid a white woman -- a U.S. citizen -- to sneak him into the United States. In Tijuana, he squeezed into the Chevy's trunk alongside a cousin and another man and prayed.

The Bel Air passed across the U.S.-Mexico border with no problem -- the agents just waved it through. It sped north on Interstate 5 for an hour until it came to the Border Patrol checkpoint just south of San Clemente. The car slowed to a crawl, then stopped. A moment of tension. The migra gave the Chevy the OK to leave.

"We made it!" the other man whispered to Dad and his cousin. They wouldn't speak another word until the woman finally stopped in Chinatown, where two of my uncles greeted young Lorenzo by taking him to a bar and drinking long into the night.

That wasn't the only time Papi entered the United States illegally. Twice, he climbed a fence from Tijuana and ran through the desert east of San Ysidro. Once, he spent a month in jail for using false documents. Perhaps Dad's most dramatic border crossing was when he crawled through a sewage-filled pipeline for about an hour to San Ysidro, in total darkness and with others ahead and behind him. The sewer emptied out near a McDonald's -- insert your own Big Mac joke here.

My father, now a naturalized citizen, never tires of telling these stories to anyone who'll listen -- his eyes light up, he gestures wildly and a smile always cracks wide. And, frankly, neither do I. Although millions of Americans might consider Dad a repeat violator of national sovereignty, I see in his borderland adventures the pluck of the Pilgrims, the resolve of a homesteader, the type of pioneer ethos that has fueled this country for so long. Frederick Jackson Turner was wrong; the American frontier will never close, not as long as there are people like my father who were and are willing to cross deserts, stuff themselves into cars, float across water -- just for the chance to establish themselves in this country and thrive.

Almost every Mexican family I know has followed the same trajectory we have: illegal entry, rough times, hard work leading to success and assimilation for the kids, with the 1986 amnesty helping mucho.

Twenty-nine years of living among illegal immigrants and their American-born children has taught me this truism. And that's why my father's example is crucial and I'll retell it again and again. His story isn't important because it's special; it's important because it's the rule rather than the exception, a rule few want to believe and that therefore must be repeated as often as possible.

I'm glad that my father entered this country illegally. If he had come "the right way," our family's success would've been chalked up as just another example of immigrant can-do. But as an illegal, his accomplishments (as well as mine and my siblings') contradict the conventional wisdom regarding undocumented Mexicans that's been prevalent for this decade. My father's repeated breaking of immigration law is further proof that this country can and does rehabilitate all of her huddled masses, whether legal or not.

Personally, his stories motivate me. If my father could leave his life back in the rancho and risk everything at age 18, I have no excuse to whine about anything. And his stories reward me with the pleasure of watching anti-immigrant loons stumble for words when I ask them to explain how my father and my family could've excelled considering that we come from alien stock.

Dad isn't perfect by any means -- indeed, he's suffered through most of the pathologies that many people attribute to illegal immigrants: Alcoholism. Fecundity. Lack of education. Failure to fully assimilate. It doesn't matter. The life he's crafted for himself is no different from your typical white, middle-class Valley resident who rails about the Mexican invasion.

Does my pride in Dad's outlaw past mean I support a free-for-all at the border? No. We deserve an accurate account of who enters and leaves the United States. We deserve immigrants who don't cheat the system, don't commit crimes against others, who better their communities and don't become burdens. But the traits embodied by Dad and so many more immigrants that spurred them to enter this country illegally -- courage, an indomitable spirit, the ambition to seek a better lot in this country -- are to be lauded and copied. (And spare me the letters about the illegal-entry bit; the Sooners did the same thing, yet we don't flinch when Oklahomans celebrate their spirit). To say this isn't traitorous or even an endorsement of the Reconquista, it's the truth.

We recently celebrated Dad's 57th birthday in the Anaheim home he's just a couple of thousand dollars away from finally paying off. His brothers were there, no longer scared teens running from the law but middle-aged U.S. citizens who want Barack Obama to win the presidential election but hate L.A. Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa (ever since his extramarital affair was uncovered). Their children -- my cousins, almost all children of former illegal immigrants -- sat alongside the pool, feasting on carne asada and keeping an eye on their kids, who don't speak a lick of Spanish. My dad told his tales again, with my uncles corroborating each detail. When we brought out the cake, everyone sang "Happy Birthday" in English. Somewhere, Lou Dobbs cries.

Gustavo Arellano is a contributing editor to Opinion and author of the ¡Ask a Mexican! column in the OC Weekly. His new book, "Orange County: A Personal History," comes out Tuesday.
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When we brought out the cake, everyone sang "Happy Birthday" in English. Somewhere, Lou Dobbs cries.

What a touching story, Gustav. I'll tell ya what.....your story convinces me thoroughly that the U.S. should not have immigration laws.

Come on, Y'all! Hop into a container on a boat, jump into the trunk, put on your backpack and camp your way over! The more the merrier!

What the heck does a country need laws for!

Right, Gustavo!!?

It worked for your pappy, why can't it work for EVERYONE!

I'm glad that my father entered this country illegally. If he had come "the right way," our family's success would've been chalked up as just another example of immigrant can-do. But as an illegal, his accomplishments (as well as mine and my siblings') contradict the conventional wisdom regarding undocumented Mexicans that's been prevalent for this decade. My father's repeated breaking of immigration law is further proof that this country can and does rehabilitate all of her huddled masses, whether legal or not.

What a total crock of it!

Such arrogance!

In 1968, Dad left his dying village of Jomulquillo, in the Mexican state of Zacatecas, to join his three older brothers in East Los Angeles. Eighteen years old, impetuous and with a fourth-grade education, Lorenzo Arellano would have had to do months' worth of paperwork to enter the United States legally

I guess an illegal invader cannot be bothered with a "months worth of paperwork,'" so this scofflaw invader just decided to break his way into this country!

The fact that Gustav would be so proud of his fathers actions shows what kind of character this idiot possesses!
I guess I could apply the same logic to buying a home or automobile! Too much confusing paperwork and hassles to be bothered with. Would I be excused, even celebrated if I then just decided to steal those items?

I suppose if your hispanic and "hungry," then obeying the law is considered an inconvenience and thus, optional. Especially it seems, to people like Gustav and his extended family. Another example of those fine family values shining through once again...

I'm glad that my father entered this country illegally. If he had come "the right way," our family's success would've been chalked up as just another example of immigrant can-do. But as an illegal, his accomplishments (as well as mine and my siblings') contradict the conventional wisdom regarding undocumented Mexicans that's been prevalent for this decade. My father's repeated breaking of immigration law is further proof that this country can and does rehabilitate all of her huddled masses, whether legal or not.

BARF. THIS IS WRITTEN PROOF THAT SOME HISPANICS DO NOT RESPECT OUR LAWS.

This article proves Gustavo, that criminal behavior is a symbol of pride in your family.

Originally Posted by MW

Such arrogance!

You go that right MW! Not only from this Gustav character, but the LA Times for publishing this garbage! Of course, the LA Times has never met an illegal invader it didnt't love, so this piece fits in perfectly with their hug an illegal and open borders philosophy...

AM I MISSING SOMETHING? THIS MAN SOUNDS SO PROUD OF HIS ILLEGAL FAMILY. YOU WOULD THINK THE STORY WOULD INCLUDE WHAT TYPE OF WORK HIS FATHER DID. HE SAYS HE ALMOST HAS PAID OFF HIS HOUSE, BUT DOES NOT SAY HOW HE DID IT. ALSO THE STORY DOES NOT INCLUDE WHAT KIND OF WORK HE HIMSELF DOES. DID HE GO TO COLLEGE? HE SPEAKS OF SUCCESS, BUT DOES NOT DEFINE THAT SUCCESS. AND THE STORY DOES NOT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE MOTHER IN THIS FAMILY. DID THE FATHER ABANDON HER IN MEXICO?

What about the thousands of American Dads (and moms and children and siblings) who are dead because of an illegal immigrant? When will the LA Times run their stories?

Originally Posted by Bowman

What about the thousands of American Dads (and moms and children and siblings) who are dead because of an illegal immigrant? When will the LA Times run their stories?

I AM STILL WAITING TO SEE THESE STORIES TOO. IN ADDITION THERE ARE THE STORIES OF AMERICAN FAMILIES DESTROYED BY JOB LOSS DUE TO ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION.