Being an Immigrant

 by Anita Tedaldi 

This week I tried to sign up my children for swimming lessons. When I went into the pool, I was handed forms to fill out.

There was the usual, name, age, address, telephone number, followed by four identical spaces for each of the children’s biographical information with a puzzling question: is the child a US citizen?

I was surprised by the fact that someone would ask this question for swimming lessons. This wasn’t a public pool or a place where kids received funding or free classes, or a government or state run program where this information would be pertinent. No, this was a private swimming club, so I politely asked this lady why they were interested in the children’s citizenship.          

            Almost immediately, the owner of the aquatic center got very defensive and told me that she had every right to put the question on the form, and that people were way too politically correct and sensitive about these things. 

Well, maybe she had a point.  Actually two points. Whether we agree with an issue or not, people are more sensitive about race, gender, sexual orientation. More importantly, she is the owner of the establishment and can pretty much do whatever she wants to, with some limitations.

But, I became irritated when the owner explained that this question was crucial in keeping the clientele of her establishment up to a certain level, and knowingly looked at me, adding, “Do you know what I mean?”

I knew what she meant but refused to acknowledge it, so I asked, if non US citizens could take swimming lessons.

To my shock she responded, “It depends”.

On what? The nation the immigrant actually comes from?

I laughed because I wasn’t sure how to express my annoyance, and before I could say anything else this lady told me that I had no idea what immigrants are doing to this country and how they are destroying and depleting “our” resources, and that she couldn’t and wouldn’t allow certain people to infiltrate her club.

I informed her that even though I am a US citizen, I am an immigrant myself and wouldn’t be infiltrating her pool.

As I left, I saw the club had several signs expressing support for the military and discounts for military families. I wondered if the fact that I was part of the group she hated and she supposedly loved at the same time would make her re-examine her beliefs. Probably not.

I didn’t take this woman’s ranting personally, but I realized how difficult it is to change our minds when we define a person based on a stereotype. 

My children didn’t get their swimming lessons, but they did learn that I am a “immigrant” and that the lady at the pool doesn’t like “immigrants." They concluded that it’s better to look for another pool, one that has slides, waterfalls and giant Disney characters.