Category: Immigration

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Sonia, a young Los Angeles girt, wears a memorial T-shirt from her brother Ulises’ gang funeral. A local Mara Salvatrucha gang member raises the lid of the coffin he was sanding to strike a pose of respect to the memory of his dead homeboy. Photo by APF Fellow Donna Decesare

Avenging Angels: Homegirl Survival Stories

Text and photos by Donna DeCesare “The weak one is the one society thinks is good, but that’s the one that is going to end up dead.” –Angel, Latina gang member “Trippy” from Mara Salvatrucha getting a new tattoo. Photo by APF Fellow Donna Decesare

A portable sign warns motorists that they are approaching a Border Patrol checkpoint on Interstate 19 in southern Arizona.

Border Patrol Catches Flak at Arizona Checkpoint

Photos by Jeffry Scott A spring shower has just ended, and as the sun sets over southern Arizona, five United States Border Patrol agents work quickly to reopen a traffic checkpoint on the main highway north from Nogales. The checkpoint, which is taken down during

Haitians still arrive in South Florida the hard way: smuggled in from the Bahamas on leaky boats. Occasionally crafts are swamped before they reach shore. There have been 70 confirmed drownings of Haitian immigrants in Florida waters since 1980. Rescue workers try CPR on one Haitian whose boat capsized. Photo by Greg Lovett, The Palm Beach Post

Delray Beach, Florida: Little Haiti’s Little Sister

Note: Many of the Pictures used in the original APF Reporter issue are copyrighted and could not be used in the web eddition Daniella Henry remembers her first visit to Delray Beach. Driving up from Miami one night in 1990, she exited brightly-lit Interstate 95

The grand mosque of Touba is located 200 kilometers from Dakar and is the biggest in black Africa. Touba also is a thriving market town and center for contraband. From Touba, Mouride businessmen have gained control of most of Senegal's commercial activity, and are now turning their attention to the United States.

Profiting from One’s Prayers

When prayers end, commerce begins. It’s an inevitable consequence when you are part of a sea of worshippers flowing from West Africa’s holiest shrine. This is the only known photo of Cheikh Ahmadou Bamba, the founder of Senegal’s Mouride Brotherhood. It was taken in the

The soul of the new ghetto lies in service workers like Mourtala Sall and his wife. He drives taxis six nights a week, and she cares for their two-year-old daughter while earning up to $50 an hour braiding hair for African-American women in their kitchens. They are saving to open a Senegalese restaurant, the first one, Mourtala hopes, to cross out of Harlem and into middle-class Manhattan. "Americans like our food," Mourtala says. "But white people won't go to Harlem."

Caste Party: Africa Arrives in America

The United Gnegnos of America held their annual ball recently at the Bronx’s Parkside Plaza. Gnegnos (pronounced “NYE nyose”) are a caste, actually the lowest caste, among the city’s 20,000-odd Senegalese immigrants. To attend a Gnegnos function, to have even heard of it (I received