Without immigrants, the ice cream cone would not exist

  • This summer, as your ice cream (likely vanilla if you’re like the rest of America) drips down the sides of your preferred cone, take a moment and thank the brilliant innovators who brought you this incredible edible creation more than a century ago.
  • Peggy Armstrong, vice president of communications for the International Dairy Foods Association, explained in an interview that there are two distinct men of honor in the annals of American ice cream cone history. The first is an Italian immigrant named Italo Marchiony.
  • “Marchiony came to America in the late 1800s,” Armstrong said. “He invented the ice cream cone in New York City and was granted the first patent in December of 1903. So he gets credit for the first.”
  • His cone, Armstrong said, is more or less the flat cake cone served at ice cream shops today. However, there was another man, Syrian immigrant Ernest A. Hamwi, who accidentally introduced his waffle cone creation at around the same time. Read more (7/12/17)

Ellis Island Immigrants
ca. 1905–14
Photographer: Augustus F. Sherman (American; 1865–1925)

Meet the Vargas family!!

Feliciano’s parents immigrated to America in 1901, in hopes for a better life for both themselves and their future family. Despite all the racism towards Italian immigrants at the time, they were able to expand their family and own a local catholic church. Feliciano loved his life in America, as he was born and raised here. His oldest brother however, who was 20 years old when WW2 began, signed up to fight, but unfortunately didn’t come back. This left an everlasting hole in Feliciano’s heart, as he looked up towards him a lot and aspired to become like him. 

Left to right!

Segio (Seborga, 19), Feliciana (nyo!italy, 16), Romano (8), Feliciano (8), Lovina (5) 

+ papa vargas and mama vargas!! 


These small white crosses, lined up all together in tidy rows, can be found at the Dawson Cemetery in northeastern New Mexico. Dawson is now a ghost town with very little remaining, but in the early 20th century it was a booming coal mining town of more than 9,000 people.

It was also the site of one of the worst mining disasters in American history. On October 22, 1913, a mine explosion killed 263 men, mostly Italian and Greek immigrants. Only ten years later, 123 men died in a similar mine explosion, many of them being the sons of the men who were killed in the first disaster.   

The Phelps Dodge Corporation, which owned the mine, paid for the small white iron crosses to commemorate the dead. Many families were unsatisfied by these generic grave markers, and instead chose to spend their own money on more elaborate headstones. 

Vendredi 26 juillet | Eugenia Corriés | Rotonda

Once, when I was little, I spent the night at my grandparents’ house in Mar del Plata. The noise their clock made scared me, and seeing that I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep, I asked my grandmother to read me a story in bed. There were no children’s books at their house, except for an old Pinocchio in its original Italian version that I found, by being persistent, in the bookshelves. Since she was born in Italy, I thought that she would be able to translate it for me. I handed her the book, I brought her a chair, and I slipped into the bed and waited. She sat in the chair, nervously opened the book, looked at it, then looked at me with sad eyes. I understood in that moment that she wouldn’t be able to read it: she had forgotten her mother tongue.

There’s some very odd misinformation about Pucci that im not sure how it all happened but

Enrico Pucci was born in the deep american south

this is from the heavy weather chapter with his backstory.

He is descendant from Italian immigrants who came over to america like, 100 years before stone ocean happened.

So he’s part Italian American but since that was like more than 100 years ago his family is probably a lot of different things like most American families are. And Enrico is black too, so his family is mixed.

So anyway I see a lot of people assume he himself is from Italy and he is not for all we know he’s never been to Italy even.

anonymous asked:

(part 1) ur gonna roast me for this but im legit curious why mafia AUs are so bad? im asking in a non confrontational way, i get it romanticizing mafia is wrong, but i also believe that 1)most mafia AUs are a really toned down type of mafia;2)they do make for some interesting kinds of dynamics with fanart and with fics; 3)in a fic specifically u can create your own world and call something mafia and still make it so they don't kill innocent people but only idk members of other gangs or sth

(part 2) plus theyre a way to put ur charas in a completely diff context and see what theyll do. i mean i dont believe that writing ships in a certain context (like mafia) equals romanticizing that context. mafia AUs arent even my fav things to read (in fact i almost never do), im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

I’m not gonna roast you don’t worry xD okay wait let me check if I replied to this already if yes I’m gonna c/p because it’s half past midnight otherwise I’ll just go at it again wait *checks tags* fff obviously I don’t have a general post but anyway pls read this after you’ve done with my post and then this which is also choke-full of links. plus for a (not nice) laugh: here. AH WAIT I FOUND THE POST.

okay, so, let’s have it out of the way: I have nothing against mob aus or crime aus. I have a problem against calling them mafia AUs because in the US mafia = organized crime at large, in Italy mafia = ACTUAL EXISTING ORGANIZATIONS THAT ARE ACTIVELY HARMFUL. now that I introduced the topic I’ll c/p you the reply I gave to another anon who while discussing the issue pointed out that most writers don’t even know Italian mafia is a thing, which is pretty much on the same discourse so…

*The thing is - in the US it might not be enough of a deal anymore and I honestly do get why people make the mafia = regular mobsters, since the mafia was the first foreign organized crime being exported to the US via italian immigrants (sorry if this sounds horrible in English but I just woke up and I still didn’t have coffee) so I understand that mafia became the umbrella term.But the thing is that - as you said, these people don’t even know that there’s a mafia in Italy anymore or where the word comes from.

 I’m going to link to italiansreclaimingitaly’s tag about the mafia and its perception outside Italy because they posted about this extensively and it’s an excellent resource, but meanwhile I’m gonna do a very short bullet point list and about the topic:

  • Mafia might not be a big deal in the US, but it still is here. We have the beauty of four different mafias (Cosa Nostra - the Sicilian one, camorra which is the one in Campania but has tendrils spread everywhere, the ‘ndrangheta which is in Calabria and the Sacra Corona Unita in Puglia) which are all active [especially camorra and 'ndrangheta] and whose actions have direct impact (negative) on our economy and on our society. Actually mafias are one of the main reasons we’re currently economically fucked up, and if I start talking about how mafia culture keeps some areas literally backwards I could talk about it for three months.
  • There are still people who are killed for standing up against them. These days the most prominent personality is Roberto Saviano who is a writer who dared to put together a book documenting minutely the way camorra works and he’s been living under protection for years by this point. Like, they want him dead because he wrote a book. And I’m sorta sure that he was talking about leaving Italy and going to the US after years of sticking with it here because he can’t take it anymore but I don’t know if it was a taken decision or if it’s still debating it.
  • It wasn’t even thirty years ago that we had the stragi di mafia - in english it’d be something like the mafia slaughters, basically around the beginning of the nineties there were a number of bombs planted by the mafia targeting people who were trying to oppose it including judges Falcone and Borsellino, actually the anniversary of Falcone’s death is like… tomorrow. And they’ve killed people for way longer than that. Here is a list of only Cosa Nostra victims including the ones from the eighties/nineties. And people are still dying because of it. The slaughters I’m referring to are just the ones in the nineties which are enough of a number.
  • They also perpetuate a culture where if you testify against your mafia-employed relatives you’ll be shunned forever. There are women who testified against their families and couldn’t see their children anymore never mind that they weren’t automatically considered a relative anymore the moment they sided against the mafia. Some people have committed suicide after becoming witnesses also because our police force/justice system can be terribly non-supportive in this kind of situation so they got left on their own. Never mind that back in the day - it was the beginning of the nineties? - I recall at least a particular story of - I think, correct me if I remember wrong but I can’t remember the names for the life of me - where this guy testified against the local mafia when he either used to work for them or was forced to pay them the pizzo and in retaliation his six-year old (or five? Anyway he had a son younger than ten for sure) got kidnapped, killed and thrown into acid to dispose of the body. That happened in what, 1993? 1994? It’s pretty much yesterday. And now the camorra is doing the same - there’s a list here of camorra victims among which accidental passerbys that got killed because they were in the way which I can tell just by glancing is not complete. And I’m not even going into the 'ndrangheta. That is to say, here mafia still kills people and cripples our country.

Now, I get that it’s a word, but the point was: let’s say that instead of the Italians the Japanese came to the US first and the umbrella word for organized crime was yakuza rather than mafia and let’s say yakuza was still what it was originally in Japan while in the US it stopped being a big deal and people write yakuza!AU instead of mafia AU. Let’s say someone Japanese gets angry at that and goes like 'listen the yakuza is a real deal it does this this this and that and it’s a plague in our country so can you please at least look it up before writing your fanfic’, which is what had happened way back then when this whole mafia and fanfic thing blew up. A bunch of people told us to get over it because it’s just a word and if it’s a problem in Italy it’s not in the US so why should they care? Now, if we had been Japanese (or Chinese or Russian or Mexican) would they have said the same thing? Considering the general tumblr attitude I’m pretty sure they would have received either an apology or 'this is an important deal let’s keep that in mind’ with signal boost reblogs and stuff. 

It’s the fact that we should get over people not knowing that it’s still a real problem for us and that they can’t take five seconds to google it that is the problem imo. Especially when instead of mafia au you can just say mobsters au or tag it as organized crime and everyone is a lot happier, mostly because as the tag above explains romanticising the mafia is a good thing for them because it means they can act outside Italy with less stigma because everyone thinks that the mafia is dead or not relevant anymore, if I’m explaining myself. (And it’s active outside Italy - like, there was a mafia kill in Germany in 2007 where six people died (sorry the link is in Italian but there isn’t an English wiki page, if you look the city up you’ll find something probably) and it was because of the 'ndrangheta.

I’d really like to not get worked over it because it meant it was a thing of the past y'know, but the problem is that it isn’t and I’d rather spread some awareness in hope some of these writers look it up (because it’s a good thing that people know what mafia is since as stated they have tendrils everywhere - if you read Saviano’s book the entire first chapter is about how camorra regularly deals with Chinese import/export in Italy for one) than shrug and figure that since they’ll think everything is good for fanfic then it’s not even worth my time.*

Now, ^^^ that was the c/p-ed reply that should answer most of your doubts. What I didn’t address was:

im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

aaaand as we say here in Italy, this is where the donkey falls (sorry we have weird sayings), because in theory there’s nothing wrong with that… except that in 99% of the mafia aus I’ve seen around the thing is that they’re supposed to be cute.

like, I see a lot of shit with TINY MAFIA BOSS STEVE ROGERS with RUSSIAN ENFORCER BUCKY (????? bucky isn’t even russian???) and the yoi thing I saw before had the japanese character being the leader of a russian mafia gang which is… like… guys it doesn’t happen it really doesn’t, and a lot of them re-use wrongly terminology taken from the godfather without context or knowing what the hell it means, and it’s always from the criminals’ pov and they’re somehow seen as criminals doing justice where the police can’t (???) and like… no. mafia bosses/enforcers/employees are bad people period, and at least here if you try to leave or repent they kill your family in retribution. like, not even ten years ago there’s been a woman who used to belong to a mafia family (or one colluded with the mafia) who testified and her entire town/family shunned her and she couldn’t take it anymore and… killed herself drinking acid if I don’t recall wrong. it’s not even special cases. this shit is not funny, it’s not cute, it’s not adorable and it’s not good fodder for your imagine your otp scenario (srsly I saw one like.. let me find it,

LIKE. just look at this shit. in a regular context, the enforcer goes to the show owner to force them to pay a monthly sum to their boss lest they destroy their shop and their lives and their family’s life never mind that mafia culture is deeply homophobic so the mafia enforcer flirting with the shopkeeper is like completely fucking out of the question. I mean, people here like to shit on the sopranos but that show was actually excellent representation of Horrid Criminals Who Were Never Supposed To Be Good People and the small arc that happened when one of tony’s friends turned out to be gay (closeted) was REALLY well done. btw, it ended that when they found out he was gay most of the crowd rejected him and thought badly of him until I think they killed him also for other reasons, but that spiraled from finding out he liked dick. and that’s american mafia that they actually based on well-done research of the culture in Italy it came from, I assure you that here it doesn’t work that differently. like. the shit above is so inaccurate and frankly offensive, it’s like… I get people romanticizing problematic stuff but the thing is that when you tell them that it’s actually offensive you get brushed off as ‘ah well you’re being too sensitive it’s just a word u__u’. now, I’m all for exploring shit we wouldn’t be into, but not like THAT, because that’s like mafia romantic comedy and that’s not how it works. now, you wanna do a fic where the mafia characters are deeply flawed and bad people and the police tries to catch them? fine, great, go ahead. you wanna do a fic where the enforcer above deals with dunno an entire life of internalized homophobia when he finds the shopkeeper attractive and feels conflicted over having to con money out of him and doing horrible shit for a living and maybe understanding that crime isn’t worth it and then he actually collaborates with the police and gets shit from about everyone he knows and loves for that? okay, awesome, go ahead. nothing bad in that.

but the shit above is not exploring things we wouldn’t/writing darkfic, it’s THINKING THAT A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION WHICH IS STILL A THING IN OUR PART OF THE WORLD IS CUTE AND ADORABLE. and that only plays in their favor because it takes the bad aura out of the word and we really should not let that happen. like. that is what is bad about mafia aus and mafia discourse, that people don’t realize the mafia is alive and well and thriving and not a thing that doesn’t exist or a generic word for organized crime.

you wanna write the shit above? okay, CALL IT CRIME AU or mob au, not mafia au.

btw, add-on: idk if I mentioned it in the above post or not, but in case I didn’t, I said that people would balk at the idea of a mexican cartel au. sadly since then I’ve found out a fandom where not only there is one but it’s also extra cutesy and people apparently love it and it has a bunch of kudos/comments and idek I’m not even touching that with a ten foot pole but like… I’ve avoided it and everything that author wrote because to me it’s just… nope. like, nope. if you do mafia aus don’t make them fucking cute. (also: in the same fandom I had to mute a v. famous fanartist whose art I actually liked but did cutesy mafia aus and.. like… haahahhaahahahahaha nah sorry. can’t go there. nope.)

Book Recommendations!

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The Night Circus by Erin Morganstern

Rating: ✩✩✩✩{✩1/2}

~ Genre ~ Metaphysical and Visionary Fiction

☀ Summary ☀

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night. 

But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway—a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors. Unbeknownst to them, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battle of imagination and will. Despite themselves, however, Celia and Marco tumble headfirst into love—a deep, magical love that makes the lights flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands.

True love or not, the game must play out, and the fates of everyone involved, from the cast of extraordinary circus per­formers to the patrons, hang in the balance, suspended as precariously as the daring acrobats overhead. 

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The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

Rating: ✩✩✩✩✩

~ Genre ~ Young Adult Fiction

☀ Summary ☀

The Hate U Give is a groundbreaking, thought-provoking debut novel inspired by the Black Lives Matter movement, about a teen girl who is the only witness to her friend’s fatal shooting by a police officer.

Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor black neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend, Khalil, at the hands of a police officer. Khalil was unarmed.

Soon afterward, Khalil’s death is a national headline. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Starr’s best friend at school suggests he may have had it coming. When it becomes clear the police have little interest in investigating the incident, protesters take to the streets and Starr’s neighborhood becomes a war zone. What everyone wants to know is: What really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr.

But what Starr does – or does not – say could destroy her community. It could also endanger her life.

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Saving Ceecee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman

Rating: ✩✩✩✩{✩1/2}

~ Genre ~ Women’s Fiction

☀ Summary ☀

Twelve-year-old CeeCee Honeycutt is in trouble. For years, she has been the caretaker of her mother, Camille, the town’s tiara-wearing, lipstick-smeared laughingstock, a woman who is trapped in her long-ago moment of glory as the 1951 Vidalia Onion Queen of Georgia. When tragedy strikes, Tootie Caldwell, CeeCee’s long-lost great-aunt, comes to the rescue and whisks her away to Savannah. There, CeeCee is catapulted into a perfumed world of prosperity and Southern eccentricity—one that appears to be run entirely by strong, wacky women. From the exotic Miz Thelma Rae Goodpepper, who bathes in her backyard bathtub and uses garden slugs as her secret weapons; to Tootie’s all-knowing housekeeper, Oletta Jones; to Violene Hobbs, who entertains a local police officer in her canary-yellow peignoir, the women of Gaston Street keep CeeCee entertained and enthralled for an entire summer.

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The Secret History Of The Pink Carnation Lauren Willig

Rating: ✩✩✩{✩1/2}

~ Genre ~ Historical Fiction and Romance

☀ Summary ☀

Realizing romantic heroes are a thing of the past, graduate student Eloise Kelly is determined to focus on her work. Her first stop: England, to finish her dissertation on the English spies of the Napoleonic Wars, like the Scarlet Pimpernel and the Purple Gentian.

But her greatest conquest is to reveal the most elusive spy of them all, the dashing Pink Carnation. As she does, she discovers something for the history books-a living, breathing hero all her very own…

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What She Left Behind by Ellen Marie Wiseman

Rating: ✩✩✩✩

~ Genre ~ Contemporary Fiction

☀ Summary ☀

Ten years ago, Izzy Stone’s mother fatally shot her father while he slept. Devastated by her mother’s apparent insanity, Izzy, now seventeen, refuses to visit her in prison. But her new foster parents, employees at the local museum, have enlisted Izzy’s help in cataloging items at a long-shuttered state asylum. There, amid piles of abandoned belongings, Izzy discovers a stack of unopened letters, a decades-old journal, and a window into her own past.

Clara Cartwright, eighteen years old in 1929, is caught between her overbearing parents and her love for an Italian immigrant. Furious when she rejects an arranged marriage, Clara’s father sends her to a genteel home for nervous invalids. But when his fortune is lost in the stock market crash, he can no longer afford her care–and Clara is committed to the public asylum.

Even as Izzy deals with the challenges of yet another new beginning, Clara’s story keeps drawing her into the past. If Clara was never really mentally ill, could something else explain her own mother’s violent act? Piecing together Clara’s fate compels Izzy to re-examine her own choices–with shocking and unexpected results.

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Darry and Two-Bit Friendship Headcanons

Nobody asked for this but I lOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH SO OK:

-they have known each other since time began
-jk, just since the dinosaurs
-their friendship is older than Steve and Soda’s
-they met before grade school because their moms were Church Ladies
-got stuck in boring Sunday school together
-like,,,they annoyed the teacher with stupid questions like “if my dog dies will he be there in heaven when I die??” “Keith, not this again.”
-Two-Bit remembers when Ponyboy was born!! But not much else before that bc this is pretty early in the Darry/Two-Bit friendship
-they’re basically the founding fathers of the Curtis Gang
-they played in little league together and it was?? The cutest thing???
-and since Two-Bit’s dad was a deadbeat, washed-up minor leaguer who never showed up for anything, Darrel Senior was always there for him and basically his surrogate dad
-Two-Bit kept with baseball even after Darry decided to focus on just football, but Two-Bit had to quit after his freshman year bc his mom couldn’t pay for it anymore
-but you could catch these losers playing catch any time of day
-Two-Bit hung around Darry in high school, and most of Darry’s friends liked him, and if they DIDNT, there would be hell to pay
-they were the original Dynamic Duo
-Two-Bit is basically Darry’s shoulder to cry on and vice-versa
-Darry is glad that Two-Bit has taken Ponyboy under his wing, even if they’re both dumbasses and he knows they’re gonna be up to No Good
-to get under his nerves, Darry calls Two-Bit stuff like “Two-Shit”
-and in retaliation, Two-Bit calls him “Junior”
-and Two-Bit will take it really far, like “DarREL SHAYNE CURtis JUNIOR”
-which makes the gang laugh bc Darry loves his dad and all,,,but junior,,,is not cool
-after Mr. and Mrs. Curtis died, Mrs. Mathews stepped up as the ONLY GOOD PARENT THAT THESE BOYS HAS LEFT and makes them awesome food even tho she’s super busy
-and she’s an Italian immigrant, so all her food is awesome ok
-look: these boys are polar opposites, but they can’t imagine NOT being friends
-Darry is very serious, but Two-Bit gets him to loosen up
-and Two-Bit is a goober, so Darry brings him back down to earth
-they’re just,,,best friends, ok?

anonymous asked:

The immigrants that came into the US in the 1860-1924 period where primarily Irish, German, and Italian, and while there were initial ethnic tensions eventually all three integrated into a homogeneous "white" whole. The immigrants that are coming into today are very different from us. The majority of my coworkers are ESL and speak with heavy accents; almost every major city is non-white, and soon the whole country will be! Its not that I hate them, its that I have an easier time among my kind.

There are good and bad immigrants.

Appleton Morgan explained this in Popular Science (vol 38).  Morgan concluded that some immigrants just do not belong in America, no matter how hard we try and make them fit.  

These immigrants are prone to violence.  They do not share our culture.  They do not share our language.  They are looking for a handout.  They just can’t learn our values.

The title of his article?

“What Shall We Do with the Dago?”  

“Dago” is mental shorthand for an ugly caricature of the Italian immigrant. That swarthy laborer, chattering in a strange tongue, with strange traditions. He can never be civilized enough to fit in as an “American.”  

Was Mr. Morgan wrong?  

My great grandparents were illiterate and unskilled.  Morgan was talking about them when he wrote his article.  

When they arrived in America, they had nothing more than a hope for a better life.  Antonina became a citizen as soon as she could, and she burned with pride over it. Giovanni never wanted that.  When he wasn’t mending nets, he looked out at the ocean, and lamented that he just wanted to go “home.”…


Complaints about immigrants have been the same for a very long time (they’re not like us, they’re not assimilating, I don’t feel comfortable around them, etcetera). You’re trying to explain how immigrants now are nothing like immigrants then, with exactly the complaints people had about immigrants then. I mean this to sound reassuring! You thought that you were in a uniquely scary position of bad immigrants flooding the country, but actually that’s exactly what people thought about immigration you now regard as obviously good! I hope that learning more about the history of immigration and nationalist backlashes against immigration will help make you less afraid. 

Bergamo is located in Lombardia 40 km northeast of Milan, pop: 120,000. The foothills of the Alps begin just north of the town. Bergamo occupies the site of the ancient Bergomum, founded as a settlement of the Celtic tribe of Cenomani. In 49 BC it became a Roman municipality, containing 10,000 inhabitants at its peak. An important hub on the military road between Friuli and Raetia, it was destroyed by Attila in the 5th century. From the 6th century on, it was the seat of one of the most important duchies of northern Italy, together with Brescia, Trento, and Cividale del Friuli. After the conquest of the Lombard Kingdom by Charlemagne, it became the seat of a county under one Auteramus. In 1428 it fell under the control of the Venetian Republic, remaining part of it until 1797. In 1815, it was assigned to the Austrian Empire. Giuseppe Garibaldi freed it in 1859 during the Second Italian War of Independence, when it became part of the Kingdom of Italy. During the 20th century Bergamo became one of Italy’s most industrialized cities.

As of 2010, 85% of the population was Italian. The largest immigrant groups come from other European nations (mostly Romania and Ukraine): 4.89%, Americas (mostly from Bolivia): 4.61%, sub-Saharan Africa: 1.59%, North Africa: 1.53%. Currently 1/5 of babies born in Bergamo has at least one foreign parent. 

There was nobody quite like my Uncle Ford. Hopefully there never will be.

by reddit user Jaksim

The first time I ever saw Uncle Ford I was only ten. I didn’t even know I had an uncle until he showed up one day at the edge of our fence with a suitcase. Most of his body was covered by a heavy brown coat, far too warm for the weather. He never approached the house. He simply spoke to my father at the edge of our property and then he left.

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‘Yes, Dante, they can crucify our bodies today as they are doing, but they cannot destroy our ideas, that will remain for the youth of the future to come.’

Last words of the italian anarchist immigrant Nicola Sacco to his son Dante, before being unjustly executed by the Supreme Court of Massachusetts, togheter with the friend Bartolomeo Vanzetti, on the 23rd August 1927.

Both were later proved to be completely innocent.

“Both my parents were Italian immigrants. We grew up in the Marlboro projects. My dad was a butcher. He was very ‘old country.’ I don’t think he once told me that he was proud of me. But it didn’t bother me. He taught me that you have to earn every single thing you get in life. On my twenty-fifth birthday, my Dad ran into one of my coworkers. I’d just been promoted to deputy foreman. They told him how great of a job I was doing. My dad came home, grabbed me by the neck, pulled me toward him, and kissed me on the forehead. There were tears in his eyes. He told me how proud he was of me. And that meant more to me than anything I’d done until then. It’ll probably be another twenty-five years before I hear it again.”

anonymous asked:

How come some "ghetto" black people speak such poor English in your country? I can barely understand them.

In America “Black English” is often scornfully seen as blacks attempting to speak English and failing. This is incorrect. They are speaking a patois or creole. It is a mixture of African language and English.

Originally the lexicon or vocabulary was a mixture of African words and English words. Over the years the lexicon has become almost entirely English with African words dropping out but the syntax remains. Things like “I be going” and “he done gone” are English phrases with an African syntax.

The same thing happened in New York City with the influx of Irish, Italian and Jewish immigrants. “He should be so lucky!” is an English sentence with Yiddish syntax. “Youse guys better watch yourselves” Is an English sentence with Irish influence.