Jose Antonio Vargas OUTLAW IMMIGRANT

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by Jose Antonio Vargas
This story was first published in the New York Times Magazine
One August morning nearly two decades ago, my mother woke me and put me in a cab. She handed me a jacket. ‘‘Baka malamig doon’’ were among the few words she said. (‘‘It might be cold there.’’) When I arrived at the Philippines’ Ninoy Aquino International Airport with her, my aunt and a family friend, I was introduced to a man I’d never seen. They told me he was my uncle. He held my hand as I boarded an airplane for the first time. It was 1993, and I was 12.
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