washington <u+2014> i arrived in the united states on nov. 12, 1981, when i was 1. my parents had fled the pol pot genocide in cambodia, in which over two million people were murdered. i was born in a refugee camp in thailand before moving to california, and then virginia. none of these facts may seem important, but i assure you, they are. my parents and i were granted legal permanent resident status; my brother and sister, who were born here, are citizens. the three of us were typical american kids, eating cheerios for breakfast and taking the bus to school. we went to disneyland and religiously watched the fourth of july fireworks from the beach. as a teenager i attended school dances in all of their crepe glory. i am not an american citizen, but there is no way i am not an american. donald j. trump said that his administration will <u+201c>get the people that are criminal and have criminal records, gang members, drug dealers, we have a lot of these people, probably two million, it could be even three million.<u+201d> he continued, <u+201c>we are getting them out of our country or we are going to incarcerate. but we<u+2019>re getting them out of our country.<u+201d> i<u+2019>m not a gang member. i<u+2019>m not a drug dealer. but i have a criminal record, and i<u+2019>m afraid. my parents were very strict when i was growing up. we were expected to come straight home after school to do our homework and then start on our chores. no extracurricular activities. although it was a happy home, i struggled to find independence. i think that<u+2019>s partly why, when i started college at george mason university, i was very na<u+00ef>ve <u+2014> and very foolish. my new friends introduced me to drugs. i had no idea of the consequences behind the choices i made. in the spring of 2000, i was walking along the street with an american-born friend when we were stopped by a police officer. i was carrying seven tablets of ecstasy. i was arrested for possession with intent to sell, which is a felony in virginia. on the advice of my lawyer <u+2014> and feeling that a trial would increase my family<u+2019>s suffering and embarrassment <u+2014> i pleaded guilty and was sentenced to five years in jail. my sentence was suspended, so i spent only three months in the virginia department of corrections. i then served four years on probation, and my level of supervision was gradually reduced as i demonstrated good behavior. i used the freedom that was given to me to better myself. i moved back in with my parents, began working full time at a mortgage company, and enrolled at northern virginia community college. i paid my taxes, contributed to society and tried to make my parents proud. then, in 2004, i went for what i thought was a routine visit to my probation officer. i had even brought along my most recent report card to show the growth i had made. what i encountered was a multitude of officers from immigration and customs enforcement, instructing me to hand over my possessions and stand spread-eagle against the wall. as my probation officer gave me an apologetic look, they escorted me out of the office, handcuffed me and eventually took me to hampton roads regional jail, in southern virginia. i was dumbstruck. i had been following all the rules. i could not understand why i was being arrested again. immigration officers eventually informed me that my conviction meant i would most likely be deported from the united states. for me this was a second punishment for the very same crime, and this one, though never discussed or even mentioned three years earlier when i pleaded guilty, was worse than the first. if i was deported, i would be sent to cambodia. but i had never even been to cambodia! our entire family had moved to the united states at this point; we knew no one there. i was terrified. i was held in a detention center for nearly nine months before being released under the supervision of the immigration agency. i returned once again to college and started working at a university as an enrollment counselor. i married and had a son. this spring, i received a pardon from the governor of virginia that mentioned my <u+201c>commitment to good citizenship.<u+201d> but immigration law is separate from criminal law, and my record still exists. even though the state has forgiven my crime, the federal government could still decide to deport me. i am not eligible for citizenship. yes, i did make a mistake at a very young age. i fully understand that, but i have also embraced the tremendous consequences of that mistake. i served my time in jail without complaint. the only part of my punishment that i ask for leniency on is my deportation. deporting me may be within the authority of the law, but i implore mr. trump and his supporters to look past my mistakes. every year i stay here is one more year i grow and acquire skills and knowledge that allow me to contribute more to this country. by giving me the tremendous opportunity to remain here, you would be allowing me to truly live how i<u+2019>ve felt i<u+2019>ve lived my entire life: as an american. lundy khoy is an operations manager at the southeast asia resource action center. follow the new york times opinion section on facebook and twitter (@nytopinion), and sign up for the opinion today newsletter . a version of this op-ed appears in print on november 24, 2016, on page a31 of the new york edition with the headline: an immigrant with a criminal record. today's paper | subscribe
mr. trump: i am an immigrant with a criminal record
lundy khoy