Lately I’ve been reading expat blogs. That is, blogs by Americans living in Australia. I enjoy reading about their discoveries in Australia and learn from their experiences on moving and living there. I’ve been thinking about this word “expat”, what that means, and how that’s different from “immigrant”.
My family came to the United States from Cuba in 1980 to flee Castro’s oppressive communist regime. We came on the Mariel boatlift, a mass emigration of Cubans whom Castro considered “undesirable” including political dissidents, convicted criminals, and mental health patients as well as anyone else who managed to get through, like my family, due to mass confusion. Refused permission to return or facing the possibility of imprisonment or death upon return, particularly for political dissidents, these Cubans largely identify as exiles. Thirty-two years later and my mother is naturalized American citizen, but she and my father both refer to the U.S. as el exilio.
Wikipedia defines an immigrant as a foreigner “passing or coming into a country for the purpose of permanent residence.” People like my parents believed at the time that residency in the U.S. was temporary, that a revolution would take place to overthrow Castro and liberate Cuba. They never intended for us to remain here, but the weeks turned into months and years and the freedom fight never came. The reality is we can return to Cuba today, but we choose not to. For my parents, it’s because the island nation is not free. For me, and probably for my sister as well, it’s because America became home.
Although they choose to remain here, identifying as exiles makes sense for my parents, but not for me. If Cuba became democratic tomorrow, I would visit and then come home. I was two years old when I was brought to the States and came without intentions, but when I turned 18, I became an American citizen.
Expat is a broad term and technically not that different from immigrant. They’re both people residing in a country other than that of their birth or upbringing. The difference between immigrant and expat usually comes down to socio-economic factors. A skilled professional American working in London is an expat. My fellow writers and artists will acknowledge there’s a romance to being an expat, to being the American living in black and white Paris during the 19th century working on your novel or studying art. Think of Gertrude Stein, Henry James, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Anais Nin, and Henry Miller. But a Mexican manual laborer in America is an immigrant.
So, I’m an immigrant in America, but in Australia, I will be an expat.