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Reflecting on Citizenship

Written by: Maureen Boyce (freshman in the College of Arts and Sciences)

Volunteering at the Juan Diego Center this semester has changed my views on the immigration process. It gave me the unique opportunity to see this process from the perspective of an immigrant going through the arduous journey of gaining citizenship. It’s inspiring to see the people work so hard to overcome their language barriers, which is often the hardest part of the whole process. Because they must answer questions in English, it forces them to learn a specific vocabulary not used in everyday language. But they still come to the center even when they are tired after a long day at work. Many have the additional burden of having to overcome health issues in order to practice for their test. They persevere because they believe that it is important.

In some ways the test provides an interesting peek into what the government believes is important for immigrants to learn before they become citizens. Sometimes the questions are a bit strange but most are about the unique rights and privileges that one has as an American citizen. One of the participants, a man from Cuba, told a volunteer that the difference between his country and America is that in Cuba things (such as healthcare) are free, yet they, the people, are not free. But in America, though things are not free, we are free. His statement reminds me how fortunate we are to live in America, where our rights are protected by our Constitution.

It’s easy to forget the enormity of an immigrants’ decision to become an American citizen. Looking at the application and the questions they are asked reminds me about the sacrifice they are making to become a citizen. It’s a moving experience to ask an immigrant if they are willing to give up loyalty to all other countries in favor of America. But they are ready to take the oath of allegiance to the United States because they truly believe that their lives will be better as American citizens. Volunteering at the Juan Diego Center is a great experience and I recommend it to anyone looking to serve the community. 

 

The CCSJ blogs are meant to be a place for Creighton students, faculty, staff, alumni/ae, and friends to reflect on their experiences with programs sponsored by the office or related to its mission. The views expressed in these reflections, and all other blogs found on or linked to from this website, are those of the individual authors and are not necessarily those of Creighton University, the Creighton Center for Service and Justice (CCSJ), or any of the University’s affiliates. The University and the CCSJ are not responsible for the actions, content, accuracy, or opinions expressed in these blogs.

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Encountering an Amazing Community Here in Omaha

By Matthew Taira, ‘15

It has been just over a month since I came back from my Spring Break Service and Justice Trip, but not one day passes without thinking about the great experience I had at both Pixan Ixim and One World in South Omaha.

At first, I was a little disappointed that I was staying here in Omaha for my spring break; however, it was nothing short of amazing! I was just a few miles from Creighton, and yet the people, city, culture, and the overall feeling were different than my normal experience.

After being touched and moved by the warm hearts and welcome from the Mayan Community of Pixan Ixim, my entire service trip group and I have decided to go back every Wednesday night to help with the English as a Second Language (ESL) classes Pixan Ixim offers to immigrants – documented or not.

The best part of this weekly service site is that you do not need to know Spanish to have a great time. There are opportunities for volunteers who speak varying levels of Spanish to help those who are learning English, but even for those who cannot speak any Spanish, there are opportunities to work with children from infants to the age of twelve. I personally do not speak Spanish but love working with the little kids.

The benefits of volunteering at Pixan Ixim are feeling one with the community, seeing both the children and the parents grow, and realizing the strength of the parents who commit themselves to learn English despite all of the struggles – some have to translate from the native Mayan language (Q’anjob’al) to Spanish, then finally to English. Another perk of volunteering with Pixan Ixim is learning about the immigrants’ journeys in coming to America. If you don’t believe me, sign up for Pixan Ixim, come out and see how warm-hearted and strong these people are.

Students volunteer at Pixan Ixim on Wednesdays from 6:20-9:00 PM.  For those interested in attending, contact MellissaHollabaugh@creighton.edu or MaureenBook@creighton.edu

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Student Voice: Opening One’s Eyes to Immigration as a Human Issue

By Allison Dethlefs, ’15

Although immigration – and especially illegal immigration – is often seen as a political issue, I’ve come to see immigration more and more as a human issue: an issue of human rights, dignity, and decency.

As a declared Spanish major and a possible Justice and Society major, I have always been drawn to Latino culture, but I had never made immigration a personal issue for me until I saw it from a different, closer perspective.

I began to help teach ESL (English as a Second Language) classes with the Pixan Ixim service site every Wednesday evening through the Center for Service and Justice.

I’ve always known there’s a big Hispanic population in Omaha. I’ve walked around the shops on 24th Street in South Omaha and heard my dad tell me stories about his patients at OneWorld Community Health Center, 90% of whom are Spanish-speaking.

But this was different.

There, I met “Daniela” and “Alberto,” a couple who have lived in Omaha for eighteen years, work at the Tyson Food manufacturing plant, and still speak only the most basic English, struggling to learn present tense verbs and pronounce sounds completely foreign to their lips. I watched tears come to Daniela’s eyes as she expressed her deep desire to learn English, her frustration at not being able to communicate, and the sadness she felt when people at work could not understand her pronunciation and told her to “Go learn English!”

I met “Angela,” a middle-aged woman with an easygoing sense of humor who told us about the difficulty she had communicating with her bilingual children.

I met three teenage boys—my age—who could do little more than introduce their names in English and who will likely never have the opportunities that I have to get a college education.

I also had the opportunity to watch the documentary 9500 Liberty, which shows the conflict surrounding a community broken over the “probable cause” proposal that would allow police to pull people over if they had probable cause to suspect that they were illegal immigrants. This film did an excellent job of bringing to light different sides of the issue and the views of those it ended up involving—really, the entire community. At points, I found myself outraged by the blindness, accusations, and unfounded positions of some of the people. This legal war tore up the community, uprooted families who had been living there for decades, and sowed seeds of anger and mistrust between all those it affected.

These people and pictures have made it real. They have made me picture what it would be like to enter a foreign country as a complete outsider—not to steal other people’s jobs, or escape paying taxes, or ruin the economy, but because I needed desperately to find a way to provide for my family.

I tried to imagine how difficult it would be to have to find work in a low-paying, demanding job, to find a place to live, to form relationships with people, and to find a balance between becoming a part of a new culture and keeping my own—all without knowing the language of the country.  I also tried imagining what it would be like if all the while I had people telling me to “just learn their language” or telling me to go back to a home where I couldn’t survive.

And so, the more I think about it, the more I’ve begun to see that immigration, while often framed as a political matter, is really an issue about people. It’s about protecting the human rights and dignity of all people, no matter what language they speak, or what country they come from, or what color their skin is. It’s about showing respect for the cultures and situations of others and trying to understand where they are coming from, instead of simply lumping them into a group of “illegals” or outsiders.

I may not be able to change much or make a huge impact on the people dealing with these issues, but what it really comes down to for me is awareness. After all, it’s only now that I’ve begun to expand my horizons and become aware of how significant this issue is in our community and have a desire to do something about it.

I firmly believe that we are called to become world citizens who are aware of the needs and suffering of those in our own communities and beyond. All people may not be able to participate in a semester abroad or a service trip outside the country to help them fully grasp what it means to be part of a different culture, but all people can do something.

It’s as simple as strolling along 24th Street in South Omaha, breathing in the culture that emanates from every direction, and realizing that you’re one of the only native English speakers around. It’s as easy as taking the time to watch a documentary, listen to a speech, or try volunteering with a group with which you’re not familiar. It’s as straightforward as talking to someone from a different culture about his or her background and customs and being open to hearing other people’s views, opinions, and ideas.

We are not called to live in ignorance. We are not called to shut out the problems and hardships of others, even if it means spending time and effort to reach a position on difficult and messy issues that have no clear answers, such as that of illegal immigration.

It may mean giving up being comfortable in our own little worlds.

As the saying goes, the question is not, ‘Who are you to change the world?’ but ‘Who are you not to?’ And the first step to changing the world is simply taking a breath and opening your eyes.

The names of those mentioned in this article have been changed.

The CCSJ blogs are meant to be a place for Creighton students, faculty, staff, alumni/ae, and friends to reflect on their experiences with programs sponsored by the office or related to its mission. The views expressed in these reflections, and all other blogs found on or linked to from this website, are those of the individual authors and are not necessarily those of Creighton University, the Creighton Center for Service and Justice (CCSJ), or any of the University’s affiliates. The University and the CCSJ are not responsible for the actions, content, accuracy, or opinions expressed in these blogs.
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Through My Eyes as a Citizen

Brian Kuehner, freshman student in the College of Business, reflects on weekly service at Catholic Charities’ Juan Diego Center:

Over the course of the past semester, my volunteer service at the Juan Diego Center has profoundly impacted my views on immigration. Every Tuesday I would go with the CCSJ and help immigrants study for their naturalization tests. My initial thought was, “this test can’t be all that hard. It’s probably just common sense.” Feeling confident in my knowledge of the American government (especially after passing the AP U.S. Government test last year), I was humbled to find out that I struggled with some of the questions just as much as the people I was trying to help.

In addition, I learned that many of the immigrants suffer from stress disorders that negatively affect their learning abilities. This, combined with the language barrier, makes it difficult for them to study for the test; however, I have yet to meet a person who does not persist and give their very best to master the material. I often reflect on this experience and realize that at times I have taken my citizenship for granted while in the meantime, others are struggling each day just to become members of our society. My experience volunteering at the Juan Diego Center has been a memorable part of my time at Creighton and I would highly encourage my peers to partake in a similar form of service.

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Service Journeys: How to Tie into Professional Identity

Written by: Katie Nedley

As I meet other students on campus, I am frequently struck by the number of people who identify themselves as “pre-professional.” Pre-law, pre-dental, pre-med, etc… Many of these students, myself included, desire to do service. Through occupational therapy coursework and experiences with the CCSJ, I have begun to think about how service can influence my professional identity, and vice versa.

Occupational therapy (OT) is sometimes considered a “helping profession.” This designation, a “helping profession” has come to be a loaded phrase for me after reading a reflection called “In the Service of Life,” by Rachel Remen, M.D. This reflection discusses the difference between serving and helping. Helping someone implies that there is an imbalance in power. If I am helping you, I am reaching down to you, and pulling you up. You are dependent on me. The only way that your situation will change is if I help you through it. However, if I serve you, I am on the same level as you are. We are working together and learning from each other. The reflection goes on to say that “Helping incurs debt. When you help someone they owe you one. But serving, like healing, is mutual. There is no debt. I am served as the person I am serving).” I like the idea that healing is mutual; it is a process that we complete with our patients.

Another portion of this reflection describes helping as something that is not “a relationship between equals. When you help you use your own strength to help those of lesser strength.” As an OT student and future practitioner, my strength doesn’t matter. What matters is that I walk the journey of illness or disability with my clients, and encourage them to use their own strengths. This is where quality of life truly originates. If patients are able to utilize their strengths, then they will be able to do more for themselves and participate in more meaningful activities. By serving patients, and assisting with identification and utilization of their strengths, my actions will enable patients to increase their quality of life.

Through coursework, I have gained insight that influences the thoughts, emotions, and opinions that I bring to service. And I have no doubt that service and justice issues have influenced my approach to working with patients. I am grateful for the experiences that I have had, and the conversations, resources, and people who have helped shape my service and professional identity.

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