Immigration Services

15 year old Annie Moore, from Ireland, was the fisrt immigrant registered at Ellis Island, New York - Jan. 1, 1892

As a non-profit organization, IIMD has proudly served various ethnic communities within the tri-county area for decades. While we emphasize assisting under-represented families, our immigration legal department assists all individuals in achieving their immigration goals. IMMD's immigration attorneys are fluent in Spanish and Arabic. We also have staff available who are fluent in Polish, Serbian, Croatian, and Bosnian. We provide efficient and affordable services to an internationally diverse and growing client base. To view our services, go to http://www.iimd.org/?q=node/1167

You can reach us by phone at (313) 871-8600 x 234.
You can also send your inquiry via email to immigration@iimd.org

Our Immigration Services are also available at:

Centro Multicultural La Familia, in Pontiac, website:  http://www.centromulticultural.org

Polish American Congress, Michigan Division, in Hamtramck, website: http://www.pacmi.org

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Photo at right: Annie Moore and her two brothers - 15 year old Annie Moore, from County Cork, Ireland, was the first immigrant registered and processed through Ellis Island, New York, upon its opening on January 1, 1892. She was presented by officials with a $10 gold coin to celebrate the occasion. There are today statues of Annie Moore in Cork, Ireland, and at Ellis Island to honor the occasion and the spirit of immigration.

At the base of the Statue of Liberty is this poem:

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus 1883