“Why was America so kind and yet so cruel? Was there no way to simplifying things in this continent so that suffering would be minimized? Was there no common denominator on which we could all meet?” — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
America is also the nameless foreigner, the homeless refugee, the hungry boy begging for a job and the black body dangling on a tree. America is the illiterate immigrant who is ashamed that the world of books and intellectual opportunities… — 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… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
“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… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
“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… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
“I remembered all my years in the Philippines, my father fighting for his inherited land, my mother selling boggoong to the impoverished peasants. I… — Carlos Bulosan Copy Share Image
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
