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Building More Than a Dream | Karen Vallejos Corrales | TEDxFoggyBottom

Transcriber: Ngan Taehyung
Reviewer: Dana Sarhan Good afternoon everyone. im here to tell you my
 story and a story of the foundation of the Dream Project. It was December 2010, and I was making
my way to the US Capitol building, along with my mother and three
other high school students. I was a 16-year-old undocumented
high school student, and I was determined to be present
at the vote for the Dream act, otherwise known as the development,
education, and Relief for Alien Minors Act. As the December wind chilled our bodies,
I looked at the Capitol building. It had once filled my heart
with patriotic love. It now seemed cold and grey. I thought to myself, is this not
Washington, D.C. , my childhood home? I had arrived to Arlington, Virginia,
when I was five years old, when my family emigrated from Bolivia. When we first arrived, my parents
were most impressed with the amount of knowledge in the area
that was so easily accessible and public.
To them? It made their sacrifice worth it, and they encouraged me to take full
advantage of what the region had to offer. And so I spent most of my weekends
going to different monuments the Smithsonian museums, the zoo, and once I even had the pleasure
of going to the White House as a young Girl Scout. To me, this was my
city, my hometown, and my country. But in less than an hour, the leadership
of the nation would vote on whether I could officially call this place home. As we enter the Senate building, we made
our way to the Senate gallery. We took our seats and began to witness
the speeches and the votes. Dreamers had come from all
across the nation. And as we waited, I would hear different
people counting the votes, saying, that's 20 votes, that's 30 votes. At one point I heard someone say,
just seven more votes. And we held our breath and we waited
and there was another eye, and we started to calculate
how many more we needed. And then there was one more eye,
but it didn't matter. We realized the bill would
not pass that day. That was the closest the Dream
act ever came to passing the Senate by just five votes short. As I looked around the room, I saw Dreamers that had come from
all across the country. Many were college students or
recent college graduates, but some had been working on the passage
of this bill for over a decade. Many had organized buses from
their cities and states, coming from as far as California,
North Dakota, Texas. Also, they could witness this vote. As I looked around, almost everyone was
in tears except the three students I had come with and myself. Perhaps because we were younger than most
of them, perhaps we were just in shock. Whatever the reason, as I looked at their
faces, all I saw was urgency. The three of them were
high school seniors. College applications were due
in less than two months and their graduation was less than six
months away. I was a high school junior. I had one more year, but the vote made it
clear to me that legislative action would not be the solution to our problems. For over a year, the students
there with me and I had advocated we had gone
down to Richmond and D.C. and talked to elected officials. We had talked to our teachers,
our superintendent. We had set up summits at our high schools. We had spoken to anyone we could think
of to help pass the Dream act, with the hope that by publicly sharing
our story, we could affect change. Our greatest desire was the passage
of the Dream act that would, among other rights, help us go to school
in our home state of Virginia. This was a time before Deferred
Action for Childhood Arrivals, popularly known as DACA, existed. This was a time where in Virginia, the legislature was passing
anti-immigrant and very constricting state laws. We did
not qualify for in-state tuition. Many universities refuse to even entertain
the idea of accepting us. Many scholarship programs
meant to help Latino or first gen students still
required US citizenship, or a Social Security number to apply. We had hoped that by sharing our story,
we could ease these burdens, but nothing had come out of it. So where
could we go now? What could we do? What agency could a group
of high school students, our parents and some community leaders
have to make a change. Yet it was in this despair and
disappointment that we found strength. For me, that strength came from my mother. Growing up, she had always found a way
to involve herself in my community and in my school, with my teachers. Even though she had limited
English skills, she had found that through collaboration
and through volunteering, she could make a change in
the school district. She and other moms who had been active
in their own circles started to talk and decided they would do something.
They would support us. So even if our state didn't support us, even if the colleges and the scholarship
programs refused to accept our applications, and if even if it seemed
like the whole country was against us, it didn't matter. Our parents
were there to support us. And so they started planning. Their idea was food, hosting fundraisers,
selling food, maybe making dinners, and hosting and catering events
while we shared our story. Long before the infamous vote, there was a school board member named
Doctor Emma Violand Sanchez, who had opened up her home to us and introduced us to local elected
officials, county board members. It was at her home that these first
fundraisers took place. Our parents would cater the events and we began to share our
stories once again. The goal was to raise money for
scholarships at every event. More than expected individuals would
come showing their support for us. And as we talked about our stories
and discussed the barriers, the idea became of creating
something greater, not just raising scholarships for us,
but perhaps creating something. A project that would help immigrant
students across Virginia long after our own graduations. And so the
Dream Project was born, an organization that was not yet
officially incorporated. In fact, even our strongest supporters
thought it might not be possible to incorporate as a nonprofit. And then Virginia, the idea at the
time seemed revolutionary. While we grappled with the logistics
of forming such an organization, those of us in high school still
desperately needed guidance on how to apply for colleges and research. What colleges would even accept us. Thankfully, our Georgetown student
volunteer had decided to set up a very informal mentoring program. We would meet in the living room of her
small student apartment in Georgetown, and she would help us through the
admissions process and prepare us for college applications. At one point, her roommate even began to
give us SAT prep classes. There was no curriculum or set schedule. It was ordinary college students taking
the time and trying to support us in the ways they could. Interest in
this mentoring program grew, and as more students joined, we knew
we needed space and material. So we started to explore partnerships
with both Georgetown and neighboring school districts. But in the meantime, we would meet
discreetly in open classrooms on the Georgetown campus.
Even in its infancy, the Dream project supported me and
provided me a sense of community as I navigated the difficult
process to college the first year gave out scholarships. In 2011, it awarded four
scholarships of $2,000 to four students. The following year,
in 2012, during my own high school graduation,
it awarded 12 scholarships. It was through this support and
sense of community that I was able to go to college, and not only did I graduate from
Southwestern Adventist University, but I later went on to get my Juris
Doctorate degree from Washington and Lee School of Law. Since then, as I navigated my
own professional journey, the Dream project grew
and matured as well. Now I've come back as its executive
director and have seen the impact it has on a community. This year, we plan to give out 100
scholarships at $3,750 each, the largest amount
we have ever given. These scholarships are renewable
for up to five years. Additionally, we now have a very formal
mentoring program that continues to support high school seniors
all across Virginia. And we have increased holistic support
services to help our students who enter college make sure they graduate on time. This year, we have also introduced a pilot CTE program supporting students
who are interested in career and technical education. As Executive Director, I continue to
see the courage and tenacity of the students we worked with. Much progress has happened in Virginia
since my own graduation. The state now offers in-state tuition
at all public universities, and recently students became
eligible for state aid. However, there are still
many challenges ahead. Though DACA provided relief to many
students, in my generation, current college students and high school
students are no longer eligible for the program. Just a few years ago, 95% of the students the Dream project
worked with had DACA. Now it's done down to 5% , which means that students once again are
facing many of the same barriers I did as a high school student.
At the federal level, there is little to no movement to pass
immigration reform or the Dream act. Nonetheless, I continue to see
in the students we work with the same courage and tenacity and
pioneering spirit I had as a student. Though they have no work authorization
and continue to experience barriers, they push forward. We have alumni now
getting their graduate degrees, their PhDs. We have students in medical
school and in law school. And I know as I see them navigate their
journeys that they have the power and the strength to take whatever
project they have and turn it into something wonderful. The Dream Project and I are determined to
continue to support these populations. These students are crafting their own
stories and building their own journeys the way many of us did over 15 years ago. That is my story and the story of the
Dream Project, a group of students, parents, college students and volunteers
and community leaders who came together and made the first fold
in what would become an organization that supports hundreds of
students across Virginia every year. Thank you.