I owe a debt of gratitude to UW’s immigrant janitors

I have come to understand that we students are the dividend of a long-positioned investment — the actualization of a dream that was conceived many years ago.

AS the sons and daughters of immigrants, we represent the dreams in a bottle that have traveled across vast seas, searching for better futures. Given opportunities that our parents could only dream of, we are encouraged to reach for the stars. Bringing to life the old African proverb that it takes a village to raise a child, the Seattle Habesha community, composed of Eritrean and Ethiopian immigrants, strives to be such a village for its kids.

Every kid is that hope in a bottle, and the community comes together annually to celebrate the coveted milestone of college graduation. As a recent University of Washington graduate, I got to experience this as my family and community members gathered for an evening filled with delicious cultural food and Habesha music. While, I am indebted to many, there is a select group I feel strongly compelled to thank.

These men and women are members of the UW janitorial staff. To be more exact, they are the Ethiopian and Eritrean moms and dads who spend their days cleaning the hallways and classrooms of the university. Men and women to whom I never gave enough time, but who were, in hindsight, one of the few true sources of motivation and resilience, wishing me and those like me the brightest future they could conceive.

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They work quietly about us, hoping not to distract us from getting to class on time, with our oversized textbooks and tortuous math questions we seem so keen to solve. While they may not understand the organic chemistry, skeletal structures or differential equations on the white boards, I would see them gazing in awe when one of us was at the helm with pen-in-hand. I have come to understand that we students are the dividend of a long-positioned investment — the actualization of a dream that was conceived many years ago.

For many of them, their investments…

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