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Personal Narrative: From China To America

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From China to America was the journey I endured during the early to mid-1900s. I had begun this journey to go to America because of the talk of job opportunities and a better life I could give my family. I had to leave my family behind and go on this journey alone due to the Chinese Exclusion Act that restricted immigration into the U.S. I was very lucky to get on a ferry with a limited amount of people to Angel Island. I was held on this island for a couple months and was interrogated constantly before I could leave. After being released, I was able to find a job in the mining industry in California and I was able to send money back to my family. I lived in a wooden building in a mining town that was in harsh condition. I was faced with racial

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