This is happening in all walks of American Life. Actual citizens are being discriminated against because they are American and were born here naturally.
One statement made by this indicudual sums everything up “I used to think that being undocumented was a disadvantage to me”
Here’s what the Illegal alien had to say about his experience applying to the Ivy League:
Excerpted From MSN: After I arrived home from soccer practice, the phone rang. “El Camino,” my mother said as she handed it to me, referring to a nearby community college. I was taking engineering courses there, offered in conjunction with my high school, but the woman from the registrar’s office had a problem: The social security number I had provided to receive college credit did not match my name, and if I couldn’t provide a valid number, I’d have to pay almost $2,000 for the classes I’d taken.
Why, I asked my parents, had my Social Security number been rejected? They told me they had given me my little brother’s number. It was a simple explanation, taking no more than 10 seconds in Spanish:
“Son, we overstayed our visa when you were three. You don’t have a social security number.”
I hadn’t known until then I was undocumented. I was 16, a high school junior, with big ambitions. Was I going to have to give them all up?
This broke my heart, because walking around MIT convinced me to become an engineer. I knew immediately that it was the place for me. It was massive and overwhelming, and I wanted nothing more than to conquer it. But the financial aid officer told me on the last day of my visitors’ program that I could not legally be admitted. He was sorry, he said. (Over the previous year, I had spent hours on hold with every school on the US News and World Report’s 50 best universities asking about my conundrum. If there’s one thing I’d learned by then, it’s that everybody was always sorry.) Here is the e-mail he later sent me:
For [undocumented] students, the only way we can admit them at this time is as an international student. They would then need to leave the US and return through an international border. In my time at MIT, though, no one in your situation has enrolled at MIT. I’m afraid that our option endangers students, as it requires them to leave the US and then attempt to return. Note that, upon leaving the US, there is no guarantee that these students could then return. Thus, Dario, I cannot personally recommend that one in a similar situation apply to MIT.
My dream crushed, I left the office in a daze and started walking down Massachusetts Avenue. Without really planning it, I found myself in the middle of Harvard. Since I was there, I found the Admissions and Financial Aid office and walked in to tell them the truth, too. An officer agreed to see me. My meeting was brief, but it suddenly reversed all the self-doubt: “If you are admitted to Harvard College,” she said, “we will meet your full financial need without regard to your legal status.” Not only would they follow the too-good-to-be-true need-blend policy I’d read about, but they didn’t care about immigration status.
The Harvard Admissions Committee had voted to send me a likely letter of admission. (Oscar later got a call from Cornell.) And they gave me a full ride. This meant I wouldn’t have to worry about student loans or quarterly tuition payments; that I always had a place to stay away from home; that I could travel every semester, on Harvard’s dime, back to California; that my parents would never have to worry whether I’d finish school. Those are luxuries few people, documented or not, ever have.
I used to think that being undocumented was a disadvantage to me. I used to mourn the fact that I was different. But ultimately I realize that it was because of, not in spite of, my identity — as an undocumented Chicano — that I was been able to do what I did. Being something different in the socioeconomic fabric of the United States gave me the perspective I have.