"There’s a lot of pressure being the child of immigrants."
“My mother is Thai, my father is from Chile. They met while working at a restaurant. There’s a knowledge among first generation immigrants— that they aren’t going to be the ones to achieve the American Dream. They have to work hard and struggle so that their children will have a shot at it. So they educate their children and pass the Dream along to them. And now I have an obligation to make more fucking money than them, to live the American Dream, to validate all the risks they took and everything they went through. And that’s a heavy burden.”
"When I’m doing good, everyone wants to be around me. When I’m doing bad, I’m by myself."
These two were excited to have their picture taken, but didn’t seem to speak much English.
“We are from Mauritania,” they said.
“What do you miss most about Mauritania?” I asked.
“The capital city is Nouakchott,” they said.
At this point, I was thinking that the language barrier was going to keep me from getting much in terms of an interview, but I tried again.
“Tell me more about Mauritania,” I said.
The seated man held out one hand: “Half-Muslim.”
Then he held out his other hand: “Half-African.”
Then he brought both hands together: “No problem.”
Went and found Marty McFly’s house as well. But I’m sure none of you know who that is either.