Racism Without Racists: The Truth About Immigration: Memoirs of Discrimination, Prejudice & Abuse (True Stories Book 3) / Cristina G.,

I am an immigrant, like you maybe, and this is my truth about immigration. A true story. A story of many... Too many. Is it yours too? 

You too are a prisoner of geography who lives in a world of racism without racists?

If the answer is Yes, my heart goes out to you.

Discrimination, prejudice, exploitation, and abuse are what I know best. For the world, I am a human of inferior birth, but I know that is not true.

I don’t want to take anything from you. I just want what’s mine by birthright. I deserve to be considered human. A human like you.

This true story of survival is a work in progress.

17 years ago, after living under a very oppressive communist regime, I left my homeland for the first time.

I didn’t want to abandon my parents and the only reality I knew.

I cried in despair thinking I will never go back. I hated my destiny... my siblings’ destinies. None of us wanted to leave.

I know I am one of the lucky ones. I didn’t cross oceans and seas in shipwrecks.

I didn’t walk for thousands of kilometres as some of the people I know.

I didn’t live in barracks and ate from a trash bin.

My heart goes out to all these humans who went through unthinkable situations in the pursuit of happiness.

I have been treated in diverse ways during these years, but seldom fairly.

For many, too many, I am a human of inferior birth, not worthy of consideration.

• I have no country now. No identity.
• I feel like I don’t belong anywhere.
• I feel like the world doesn’t want me. 

I haven’t seen my eight (remaining) siblings all together in seventeen years.

I know that only a tragedy will reunite us. But I don’t want that tragedy. I want to hug my siblings and have lunch with them. And I want to visit my dearest’s brother tomb and leave a flower on it to make him realise we haven’t forgotten him. He will live in our hearts forever. 

The UK, the country I love very much, has voted "Leave." 

• Should I pack my bags?
• Should I give up my dream?
• Nobody wants Romanians. Is there anywhere I could go?
• How am I going to provide for my octogenarian parents who survived the Second World War and raised ten children under an oppressive communist regime?
• Is it really true that this world is not for people like me?
• What should I do?
• What can I do?
• What would You do if you were me?
• Would you dare to ask for your human and civil rights?
• Would you cry and feel alone in the whole universe?

I hope you’ll never have to find out.