In the wake of September 11, the U.S. Federal government went through a systematic deportation of many Cambodian Americans. Most of them came to the United States as refugees when they were young children. They had lived almost their entire life in the United States. Many had never been to Cambodia or even spoke the language. They were by all accounts American, except by law. Many of their parents unaware of the immigration consequences never got their children naturalized.
The following is an excerpt of a story of one such young man who has had to start a new life for himself in a country he only knew through pictures and stories.
This article hit a chord with me because it is a subject close to my own personal history. It is also important to re-frame the public perception of deported individuals as only criminals who deserved to be removed. This was a young man who did make mistakes in life, but has turned his life around and is now a positive influence for many young street children in Cambodia.
“It may the only place in Cambodia where the children are nicknamed Homey, Frog, Floater, Fresh, Bugs and Diamond.
And there are not many places like this small courtyard, thumping with the beat of a boom box, where dozens of boys in big T-shirts are spinning on their heads and doing one-hand hops, elbow tracks, flairs, halos, air tracks and windmills. And, of course, krumping.
It is a little slice of Long Beach, Calif., brought here by a former gang member by way of a federal prison, an immigration jail and then expulsion four years ago from his homeland, the United States, to the homeland of his parents, Cambodia.”

This article was originally published on Nov. 29, 2008 in the New York Times.