Voice of Diaspora, the One and the many who live in two worlds, pulled by the memories and attachments of their places of origin, resurrected from the dead by an assimilated life in the present pursuing their dreams in a new place of migration.

Voice of a lost generation, whose youth galvanized their will to break free from traditional culture, who ran from their history and denounced their ancestors.

Voice of the untold numbers who are unaccounted with whom I have an eternal bond, and for whom my loyalty triggers emotions of guilt and a sense of duty.

A woman whose traditions in my native land drove me to flee to new frontier regions where I could explore my possibilities and find a self-unchained by gender.

Voice of hundreds and thousands whose lives are torn by civil wars, ruthless dictatorships, forces of circumstance and calamity, abject poverty and oppression.

Voice of the countless who survived torture and unspeakable terror in the hands of their native brothers and sisters. I am but only one of the many who survived the adversity of renegade governments, militant political factions, fanatics, mercenaries and opportunists who squelched human rights and caused communities to flee by night through borders across deserts and high seas to become refugees in foreign lands.

Survivor who journeyed for decades with guilt and self-recrimination only because I lived. I journeyed with self-loathing in my newfound home in a foreign land to realize my self and to find a small niche where I could build a life. I struggled to break free from social isolation and mental torment and from being voiceless and helpless, in a society where I am marginalized and invisible.

I forged a new path separating myself from my ancestors who died to defend my motherland and to preserve the beliefs that make me stand strong, tall and resolute today. For that I punished myself with endless self-loathing and sabotaged every effort at having an iota of happiness.

Voice of that child who never had a chance tangled by starvation, and tripped by the giants like kwashiorkor and marasmus at the tender age of two or three. I am the one who is the means of collecting money for aid agencies on whose behalf they plead, and you see me on your television screen, skinny legs and distended stomach whose eyes are the feast of dragon flies and whose wail is not heard across the Atlantic. I am the one whose father fled to make a life in another land, or whose mother became a young indentured servant forced into prostitution among strangers where she speaks not the language nor understands their culture.

Voices of thousands from Albania, Armenia, Burundi, Bosnia, Chile, Congo, Croatia, Cuba, Ethiopia, Eritrea, Haiti, Kampuchea, Kosovo, Liberia, Palestine, Rwanda, Sri Lanka, Syria, Uganda, Vietnam and many more places I could neither spell nor pronounce, who left behind their dead siblings unburied, or dead parents unmourned. I am the one who moved forward determined to make a life so that one day I could become one with the Eternal Voice.

Voice from beyond the material realm, the Spirit that has risen from the dead, who has revived and grasped the sweet honey of life and is now an embodiment of living in Grace. I am the voice of hundreds and thousands of immigrants, illegal and unprotected by law, who are abused by employers, wrenching in their sleep confused with depression, post traumatic stress disorder from isolation and helplessness.

Voice of Spirit abiding in every home with each individual whose worries at night and by day entail how families have been torn asunder like the peas from a pod blown by the great wind across the fields.

Voice of the guilty and the shamed, humiliated and terrorized children of Diaspora who negate themselves in the hopes of passing their children for first class citizens in a new country where they migrated. They come and go, labor and toil bearing the brunt of bigotry, racism and discrimination, in a world that has increasingly become more materialistic, more unjust and more blatant in its obliteration of human rights.

One who desires all children of the universe to heal, all people to love one another, live in peace, prosper in harmony and rise to their manifest destiny.


A world of peace and justice and a human community elevated to the highest level of Divinity.


There are many diaspora populations in the world: the African diaspora, with populations in the Caribbean, North and South America, and Europe; the Chinese diaspora, from Indonesia and Malaysia to Cuba and the United States and Canada; the Jewish diaspora, from eastern Europe and Spain across all of Europe, to South Africa and North America with historical enclaves in India and China; and so on for numerous national and cultural groups. In some instances these groups maintain a strong sense of collective identity in spite of the physical and social distances that separate various sub-populations, and in some instances the strands of identity have attenuated significantly.

-- Daniel Little


The Karen Organization of Minnesota - provides support to Burmese refugees in Minnesota and beyond

Lutheran Services Carolinas - refugee and immigrant resettlement and services in North & South Carolina

Refugee Services of Texas - support and services for refugees and other displaced individuals in Texas

Jewish Family & Community Services, East Bay - provides support for immigrants and refugees in the San Francisco Bay Area, primarily in areas of legal, resettlement, or LGBT needs

Refugee Support Network - provides support and educational resources for young refugees and displaced individuals in the United Kingdom

Diaspora Community Services - provides support to low income residents, immigrants, and the chronically ill in the New York City area

Opening Doors - resources and support for immigrants, refugees, and human trafficking survivors in the Sacramento area, including economic, educational, legal, and counseling services 

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