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Dear America: Notes of an Undocumented Citizen

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Jose Antonio Vargas
Jose Antonio Vargas

Jose Antonio Vargas is a renowned journalist and activist. Born on February 3, 1981, he is known for his work at The New York Times and The Washington Post. Vargas, who immigrated to the United States at a young age, has been a vocal advocate for immigration issues, inspiring many with his own story. more

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