So, I think we’re going…

So, I think we're going to be instituting a joint weblog about S. Asian and diaspora literature on the DesiLit site. Movable Type has kindly allowed us a free non-profit license that allows us as many authors (and blogs) as we want, which is awfully sweet of them. We have a couple bloggers lined up -- Pooja Makhijani, Sachin Waikar, myself. I'm not sure whether that means I'll be copying the relevant items both here and to that blog -- I suppose we'll see what develops. I'd ideally like to get quite a few more bloggers; I'm going to poke around some more. If you happen to be a fan of S. Asian and/or diaspora literature, and are interested in blogging, drop me a line. We'd be asking for a commitment to post weekly at least. And to be reasonably articulate. :-)

On another S. Asian note, I just had to send off my much-delayed employment forms to Vermont College, so I can actually get paid for my teaching. They needed a copy of my green card for the government forms, and I had a moment of sheer and utter panic when I couldn't find it in my wallet. I eventually remembered where it was (with the originals of my application for citizenship), but I just don't think I can explain how odd and frightening it is these days, living in the U.S. without being a citizen.

It's particulary strange because it's a recent phenomenon; my entire life, being a permanent resident felt identical to citizenship to me, aside from not being allowed to vote and not being eligible for a few government grants. I have no accent. I grew up in Connecticut. Most of my friends didn't even realize that I was technically a permanent resident, rather than a citizen. Then 9/11 happened, and the Patriot Act, and now, the world is different. It's frightening to leave the country now, knowing that there's some non-negligible chance that I won't be allowed back in. Even if I don't leave the country -- at any moment, some random person could accuse me of a crime, and if convicted (wrongfully or not), I would be kicked out, sent 'back' to Sri Lanka -- a country I left when I was two years old. I have no memory of living anywhere other than America.

This has become a strange place.

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