Immigrants: We Are The Heartbeat Of Tarrytown

I did not come to the United States look­ing for char­ity. I came look­ing for op­por­tu­nity—and I worked re­lent­lessly to earn it.

I am orig­i­nally from the coun­try of Geor­gia in East­ern Eu­rope. In 2008, when Rus­sia in­vaded my home­land, my fam­ily lost every­thing. Like many im­mi­grants, I did not leave be­cause I wanted to, but be­cause sur­vival left me no choice. My dream was to serve my coun­try as a politi­cian and fight for Geor­gia’s in­de­pen­dence. In­stead, I be­came a refugee.

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My jour­ney took me first to Italy, where I earned a Mas­ter’s de­gree in Po­lit­i­cal Sci­ence from the Uni­ver­sity of Flo­rence. I also hold a Bach­e­lor’s de­gree in His­tory from Tbil­isi State Uni­ver­sity, one of the most pres­ti­gious uni­ver­si­ties in the Cau­ca­sus re­gion. In 2013, I came to the United States as a stu­dent at EF (Ed­u­ca­tion First) in Tar­ry­town. At the time, my Eng­lish was very poor. But EF gave me lan­guage, con­fi­dence and a sense of be­long­ing. It be­came my first home in Amer­ica. I also ful­filled a life­long dream by earn­ing an Amer­i­can de­gree as well—an As­so­ci­ate De­gree in Jour­nal­ism from Westch­ester Com­mu­nity Col­lege—fol­lowed by a TESOL (Teach­ing Eng­lish to Speak­ers of Other Lan­guages) cer­tifi­cate. I my­self speak four lan­guages: Geor­gian, Russ­ian, Ital­ian, and Eng­lish.

I am also an au­thor. My first book, Di­ary of the Red-Haired Girl, tells the story of start­ing life from zero as an im­mi­grant—with­out lan­guage, friends or se­cu­rity. It be­came a best­seller in Geor­gia in 2023 and was nom­i­nated for the pres­ti­gious SABA Award (South Asia Book Award). My sec­ond book, a cook­book in­spired by my im­mi­grant life, grew out of years I spent work­ing as a cook and nanny in Amer­i­can homes—jobs im­mi­grants are of­ten dis­missed for do­ing, yet with­out which many fam­i­lies could not func­tion. My third book, Geor­gia Af­ter the Col­lapse of the So­viet Union, will be pub­lished in Eng­lish and is cur­rently in progress.

I am now a proud Amer­i­can cit­i­zen. I am liv­ing proof of the Amer­i­can Dream. And yet, that dream is in­creas­ingly un­der at­tack.

Since the Trump era, im­mi­gra­tion in this coun­try has been framed by fear rather than facts. Hard­work­ing im­mi­grants are treated with sus­pi­cion in­stead of dig­nity. We are por­trayed as a bur­den—de­spite the re­al­ity that im­mi­grants clean homes, care for chil­dren and the el­derly, cook meals, build houses, teach stu­dents and keep lo­cal economies alive. We pay taxes. We con­tribute. We be­long.

Here in Tar­ry­town, that truth is im­pos­si­ble to ig­nore. Tar­ry­town thrives be­cause of its mul­ti­cul­tural com­mu­nity. In­ter­na­tional stu­dents—es­pe­cially those from EF—are not out­siders; they are es­sen­tial. They shop lo­cally, sup­port small busi­nesses, and bring en­ergy and global per­spec­tive to this town. Lo­cal restau­rants, cafés, and ser­vices ben­e­fit di­rectly from their pres­ence. EF stu­dents are the heart­beat of Tar­ry­town.

When im­mi­gra­tion poli­cies be­come harsher, com­mu­ni­ties like ours suf­fer. When stu­dent visas are re­stricted, lo­cal economies shrink. When fear re­places op­por­tu­nity, com­mu­ni­ties lose their vi­brancy.

EF rep­re­sents the best of what Amer­ica can be. It opens doors, not walls. It turns stu­dents into pro­fes­sion­als, im­mi­grants into ed­u­ca­tors, and dreams into re­al­ity. I started at EF as a stu­dent. To­day, I stand in its class­rooms as a teacher—shar­ing my story so my stu­dents can see what is pos­si­ble.

I am also an ac­tivist. I con­tinue to speak out against Vladimir Putin’s pol­i­tics and Geor­gia’s pro-Russ­ian gov­ern­ment be­cause democ­racy must be de­fended every­where. I did not flee au­thor­i­tar­i­an­ism to re­main silent when fear-based pol­i­tics threaten hu­man dig­nity here.

Im­mi­grants are not Amer­i­ca’s prob­lem. We are Amer­i­ca’s strength. Tar­ry­town un­der­stands this. EF proves it every day. My life is one small ex­am­ple among mil­lions. If Amer­ica for­gets im­mi­grants, it for­gets it­self. And Amer­ica is strongest when it re­mem­bers who it is.

Tar­ry­town—this beau­ti­ful, charm­ing vil­lage—is a place for every­body. That is why I chose to stay. That is why I call it home.

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