German-American Immigration & History
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Dipsacus fullonum (Wild Teasel, German: Wilde Karde) is native to Eurasia and North Africa. It has been naturalised in many regions away from their native range. It‘ also a medical plant, the root is used for all kind of deseases: jaundice, liver problems, small wounds and warts.
Le Tornado est la pièce maîtresse spectaculaire du Fenix. Composée d'acier inoxydable et dotée de deux escaliers en bois majestueux, elle est la dernière-née des constructions architecturales de Rotterdam. Conçue par Ma Yansong du cabinet chinois MAD Architects, la Tornado est à la fois une œuvre d'art et une plateforme panoramique. Située au cœur du musée, elle relie le rez-de-chaussée, le premier étage et le belvédère sur le toit. Au-delà de sa fonction pratique, les escaliers symbolisent le thème central du Fenix : la migration.
The Tornado is the spectacular centerpiece of the Fenix. Made of stainless steel and featuring two majestic wooden staircases, it is the latest architectural addition to Rotterdam. Designed by Ma Yansong of the Chinese firm MAD Architects, the Tornado is both a work of art and a panoramic platform. Located in the heart of the museum, it connects the ground floor, the first floor, and the rooftop observation deck. Beyond its practical function, the staircases symbolize the central theme of the Fenix: migration.
This statue of migrant family is found on the Freemantle Wharf. Many ships coming from Europe had Fremantle as their first stop before continuing on to the eastern states.
Given how the British and Europeans arrived here I do find it ironic that some want to ban all further migration, particularly of certain peoples. As Australia is not reproducing at replacement rate we do need to have a reasonable migration strategy, but not be swamped by the untold millions in the world that would like a safe home, work and place to raise their children.
Since coming back from WA I have tested positive for Covid and spent all day in bed. This is the second time I have got Covid and it seems worse than the last time, which is annoying! HSS
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Street and reportage photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from June 2016.
Captured during a conflict in George Square between a far right white supremacist protest and an anti-fascist pro-immigration counter-protest. The atmosphere was 'tense' to put it mildly.
Immigration is not the problem.
If you think that your country is suffering because of immigration, that there are no jobs, that public services are starved of money, that housing is in crisis, and there are politicians screaming that immigration is to blame - then immigration is not the problem. Misappropriation of public finances is the problem. Immigrants are the scapegoat.
They are not immigrants unless proven to be so either and the overwhelming majority on those 'small boats' actually qualify for asylum as genuine refugees.
So refugees are the problem?
Just remember this, if you only take one thing away from my words here:
We are all just one catastrophe away from needing to seek asylum as a refugee.
In an increasingly unstable world with the coming climate change crisis, food and water security crisis and the beating of war drums around the world, don't think that your need to seek asylum is a distant impossibility. It can happen to any of us.
In a world where you can be anything. Be kind. Care. Take care of others in need if you are in a position to do so. Walk a mile in somebody else's shoes.
Our whole world is built upon the movement of people.
Fight hate with love. Kill it with kindness.
My trip to Las Vegas during this #COVID19 #pandemic
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Immigration Officer: Why are you here?
Me: I'm an immigrant...this is my mother's last wish- to experience working & living in the USA.
Nash, nativo di Blackpool nel Lancashire inglese, scrisse questa canzone quando, non avendo all’epoca ancora la doppia nazionalità , fu fermato dagli agenti dell’immigrazione al suo ingresso negli USA. Non volevano farlo entrare e lo tennero in attesa per un bel po’ finchè alcuni fans lo riconobbero e cominciarono ad assieparsi per aver un autografo. Solo allora le guardie si decisero a concerdergli il visto d’ingresso.
Fu per Nash un’esperienza molto irritante ed umiliante.
Figuriamoci se non sei Graham Nash, se non sei nessuno, anzi, un disperato, affamato, sporco e per giunta africano che cerca di passare la frontiera con la Francia a Ventimiglia, o su un treno del Sempione per raggiungere la Svizzera, o fermato al Brennero cercando di raggiungere l’Austria o la Germania...
Ma che Europa è questa, che taglieggia ed affama la sua stessa gente (vedi Grecia) e chiude le frontiere rifiutando la dovuta accoglienza a profughi che fuggono da guerre e carestie?
Nash, a native of Blackpool in English Lancashire, wrote this song when, not having the dual nationality at the time, he was stopped by immigration agents as he entered the US. They didn't want to let him in and kept him waiting for quite a while until some fans recognized him and began to gather for an autograph. Only then did the guards decide to grant him an entry visa. It was a very irritating and humiliating experience for Nash. Imagine if you are not Graham Nash, if you are no one, on the contrary, a desperate, hungry, dirty and moreover African who tries to cross the border with France in Ventimiglia, or on a Simplon train to reach Switzerland, or stopped at Brenner trying to reach Austria or Germany ... But what kind of Europe is this, which cuts and starves its own people (see Greece) and closes its borders by refusing to accept refugees fleeing war and famine?
This is not my best protest photo but in a city where ICE is cracking down in force, I could not risk outing someone who could be put in a camp/deported just to put a more personal human element into a movement. There's a whole set of photos like that you can refer to if you really want. I'm not posting this because it's a good photo (it isn't) I'm posting this because it's a reminder that we all have a choice to say no to corruption and to say yes to human rights. We must do these both simultaneously and with every molecule in our body.
I wanted to talk a little bit about what is happening in America right now. If you did not already know, there have been even more for profit concentration camps set up for people who have come here fleeing persecution, seeking a better life. This is an abomination paid for by our tax dollars and many of our politicians are invested in these camps, making money to inevitably fund their next campaigns and the viciousness continues and profit over people continues to be the theme. We've lost our souls.
I don't know how to be more hopeful. The good people in this country, the 70% of us are being held hostage against our wills by a hostile treasonous fascist who literally doesn't even know they didn't have airports back in 1776, an idiot who couldn't pass preschool and yet, the fact that he is a serial rapist and a treasonous coward is even worse. He is an unforgivable murderer. If he truly represents America, all I have left instead of my patriotism is true horror for what this country has become.
These deaths are on our hands. Their blood is on our consciousness. It is a gift to receive an immigrant. And all these people who are pro death camps all happen to call themselves "pro life" It's laughable. They just merely want to control women's bodies.
Every day, I wake up a little more hopeless and helpless, I have to be honest. Over the last three years, I've been to protests downtown, in airports, I've called congresspeople in multiple states, donated money to progressives, signed too many petitions to count, done phone banking, and tried to be a genuinely kind person to all in my every day interactions.
Above all is the narrative stream in my mind, is the kindness enough? Is it? I don't know. I really don't know. Is kindness greater than greed, greater than all the blood money? Is it? Because people have been protesting since the 1960s for basic human rights, for an end to racial discrimination and for universal healthcare, for equal rights among the sexes and for the LGBTQ community, for an end to war and look where we are right now. It's hard to believe that anything any of us non billionaires do make a difference.
But I do know this and I believe this...they want us to be as complacent as possible, to get us numbed with constant breaking news, to gaslight us into believe that when Trump says he'd collude again that's totally fine and not surprising at all. They want us to stay at home, do nothing, turn on the tv, have a pint of whiskey to numb our pain-that sort of thing. That's what they are banking on. Whatever you do, live as a light in the darkness. If it makes no difference in the grand scheme, at least you tried.
But, I bet it will make a difference to someone.
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A white building overlooks the immigration station at Angel Island, in the San Francisco Bay. 211014
Yungaba Immigration Centre is a heritage-listed former immigration hostel at 102 Main Street, Kangaroo Point, City of Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, alongside the Brisbane River. It was designed by John James Clark and built c. 1885 by William Peter Clark. It is also known as Yungaba Immigration Depot, Immigration Barracks, and No.6 Australian General Hospital. It was added to the Queensland Heritage Register on 21 October 1992.
Yungaba House has now been converted for upmarket living. It sits just below the western end of the Story Bridge seen in my recent shot of the city of Brisbane. You can see the safety fence on the bridge above the roof of the centre. The building extends out of shot on the left, it's quite large. The city, on the other side of the river can be seen in the rear.
For those interested, this rather long Wiki article will take you through the lot.
The second part of the exhibition was aimed towards immigration into Germany.
"You will find yourself in the extension building in Germany - in a shop passage in 1973. Up-to-date daily newspapers are hanging in front of a kiosk. The headlines read: "Recruitment freeze in Germany", "No more guest workers to Germany". It was November 24, 1973, the day after foreign workers stopped recruiting. How was it in the Federal Republic that day? How important was the political decision for West German society and the people who had already immigrated?"
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Der zweite Teil der Ausstellung befasst sich mich der Einwanderung nach Deutschland.
Man kommt als erstes auf diesen Kiosk zu.
"Im Erweiterungsbau finden Sie sich in Deutschland wieder – in einer Ladenpassage im Jahr 1973. Vor einem Kiosk hängen gut sichtbar aktuelle Tageszeitungen. Die Schlagzeilen lauten: „Anwerbestopp in Deutschland“, „Keine Gastarbeiter mehr nach Deutschland“. Es ist der 24. November 1973, der Tag nach dem Anwerbestopp ausländischer Arbeitskräfte. Wie sah es in der Bundesrepublik an diesem Tag aus? Welche Bedeutung hatte die politische Entscheidung für die westdeutsche Gesellschaft und die bereits eingewanderten Menschen?"
Sometimes I think...we left the sun behind...immigrated...to have these little funny reflections of moonlight on dark dead stones...
sorry....rarely...