Personal Narrative: Immigrants In America

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I live in New York City. Some days I get so frustrated with constantly seeing all these immigrants coming to take our jobs. It’s hard enough for us white Americans to find and maintain a decent home without having to share the search with the constant swarms of immigrants. I work in a dark, dirty, crowded, hot factory for such a degradingly low wage, but we take what we can get. It’s getting difficult to keep jobs now because the immigrants agree to work in such slums for less pay than we get. It’s nerve-wracking to always fear for your job. My wife and our three children enjoy our picnics on the beach, even though they only happen, if we’re lucky, once every two months. We also enjoy a different Vaudeville show, for free, every Saturday night.

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