The old world is dying, but a new world is being born. It generates inspiration from the chaos that beats upon us all. The false grandeur and security, the unfulfilled promises and illusory power, the number of the dead and… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
“I lived in a big bunkhouse of thirty farm workers with Leroy, who was a stranger to me in many ways because he was always talking about unions and unity. But he had a way of explaining the meanings of words in utter simplicity, like "work" which he translated into "power," and "power" into "security." I was drawn to him… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share
“We ...recognize the forces which have been trying to falsify American history—the forces which drive away many Americans to a corner of compromise with… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
I came to know that in many ways it was a crime to be Filipino in California … I feel like a criminal running… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
“We do not take democracy for granted. We feel it grow in our working together—many millions of us working toward a common purpose. If it took us several decades of sacrifice to arrive at this faith, it is because it took us that long to know what part of America is ours. Our faith has been shaken many times, and… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share
“Why was America so kind and yet so cruel? Was there no way to simplifying things in this continent so that suffering would be… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
“You ...see us ...and you think you know us, but our outward guise is more deceptive than our history.” — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
“We march on, though sometimes strange moods fill our children. Our march toward security and peace is the march of freedom—the freedom that we should like to become a living part of. It is the dignity of the individual to live in a society of free men, where the spirit of understanding and belief exists; of understanding that all men,… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share
“I remembered all my years in the Philippines, my father fighting for his inherited land, my mother selling boggoong to the impoverished peasants. I remembered all my brothers and their bitter fight for a place in the sun, their tragic fear that they might not live long enough to contribute something vital to the world. I remembered my own swift… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share
Now culture being a social product, I firmly believe that any work of art should have a social function to beautify, to glorify, to… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
Men who had poetry in their soul come silently into the world and live quietly down the years, and yet when they are gone… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
“We have been marching for the last one hundred and fifty years. We sacrifice our individual liberties, and sometimes we fail and suffer. Sometimes… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
