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Transcript ot the video “A Place in the Sun” The ccite and refernce for the video A place in the sun [Video file]. (1976). Retrieved May 4, 2017, from https://fod.infobase.com/PortalPlaylists.aspx?wID=18566&xtid=3374I saw the poverty over there in Italy. And theway they lived, it’s not for me because I wasborn different. They didn’t even have toiletpaper back there. They didn’t know whatwrapping paper was. I wanted to buy a bunch ofbananas, and my cousin told me, [INAUDIBLE]don’t buy that many. I says, why? She says, wellwe could get a banana and cut it in two andgive half to one person, half then another. Well, I said, we’re in America. We don’t do that. Webuy a bunch of them here, ten, twelve. InAmerica, you have everything you want.
Whereabouts are you from then?
Agosto, Catania. That’s about four hours awayfrom where your father comes from. Right. Notme, I was born here though.
Oh, your father.
Right. Well don’t let you think I’m an Americanhere.
Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco, California.
This was nothing but Italians here, 90%. Thiswas Italian headquarters here. They used to callit little Italy.
Most of the wharf in San Francisco is stillworked by the Italians, as it has been since theturn of the century.
My father came over here in 1890. He wasmarried here. And divorced in 1900. In 1902, hesent for another wife in Italy to come here, andmarried her. She was a widow. In those daysthey used to send photographs from Italy overhere. And if the fellow liked the person he wouldcall for her. If he didn’t like the picture, hewouldn’t send for her. That’s how they did it.
Everything was like they had in Italy. That thewagon would come selling potatoes in thestreet. The bread man would sell you breadfrom the wagon and wine and so forth. Wemade our own wine. And that’s how we lived.The same tradition they had in Italy was here.We didn’t have much, but whatever we hadhere was more than they had over there.
Immigration became a part of everyday life inItaly. A fact that was echoed in many popularsongs. This one describes the desolation of thecountryside as it appears to someone leftbehind.
Back there the poverty and the misery that theyhad was very difficult to live.
It was hard to get food. And it was hard to getany fish. They were all fishermen in that littlelocality there. And they thought there was moreof an advantage in this country than there wasin that country. And that’s what made themcome over here.
Over four million Italians poured into the UnitedStates between 1880 and 1914. In 1907 alone,over a quarter of a million arrived. They came toescape slums, bad landlords, corrupt laws, andthe sheer poverty of the soil. One young Italianin 10 left for the New World.
The desire was to come for three or four years,save enough money to return to Italy and to buythree or four acres of land so that we would nolonger be dependent on the exploitinglandholders. But then, of course, it didn’t workout that way.
The steamship companies had agents in NewYork. And we were just simply actually shippedas laborers to New York. And from theredistributed all over the country.
Angelo Pelligrini, now a professor of English,was 10 years old when he came to America in1913. With the rest of his family, he was to joinhis father, who had already settled on the westcoast. His father was working in a frontierlumber town in the state of Washington, over3,000 miles from Ellis Island. The family still hadin front of them as long a journey as they’dalready from Italy.
When we left Ellis Island and went to the railwaystation, to board the train, we were greetedwith the news that the place to which we weregoing, McClary, Washington, did not exist.Incredible, see, it was a frontier town, recentlyestablished, unincorporated. It wasn’t on themaps. It wasn’t on the time schedules. There isno such place. Well, mother would show themthe address in father’s beautiful handwriting.McCleary [? Metch-clay-arg ?] Vashington, it’sthere. So they decided that they would ship usto a central point in the state of Washington. Wewere tagged. The address was pinned to us. Andthey shipped us.
The journey across the continent took aboutseven or eight days. In crossing the continentwe had glimpses of the promised land. We saw,literally, mountain of apples on the groundunder the trees. Huge mounds of apples, andapparently no one was gathering them. When Isaw those and remembered that in Italy I oncewas nearly beaten to death by a peasant who’ssingle apple tree I had raided and got just oneapple. And he chased me and flailed me for onelousy apple. I said to myself, [SPEAKING ITALIAN], we have arrived.
The Pelligrini’s did find the town of McCleary,and their father, who was working as alumberjack. With his job went a house and land.To begin with, the new world fulfilled itspromise.
Soon we were all at work. Land, we have all that we could till. We didn’t have to buy it. A deedmeant nothing. I mean, for once in our lives, weknew the extraordinary delight of turning a sodand every shovel full was a loaf for us.
The people were not so generous. The Italiansspoke little English. They had darker skins andLatin ways. All this led to conflicts with the restof the population.
We were actually the first South Europeans that they had ever seen. These miserable natives, asI called them, because many of them had justcome maybe a generation before we. Maybethey were second generation immigrants, theNorwegians, and Irish, and Germans. And yet,they soon made us understand that the attitudeof the native American, as we called them,toward us was roughly what the attitude of theAmerican has been toward the blacks.
We were forbidden, for example, we young menwere forbidden to associate with Americangirls. And if one ventured to go out with anAmerican girl, number one, she would have tobe of a rather poor white trash derivation.Otherwise she wouldn’t be going with him. Andthen, being such she would have a brutalbrother, who would clobber that hell out of thisWop who dared.
In 1891, a mob in New Orleans murdered 11Italians. The chief of police had beenassassinated and a number of Italians werebrought to trial. They were acquitted, but localpeople were convinced that the mafia hadthreatened the jury. They took the law into theirown hands, broke into the jailhouse, shot someof the Italians, and lynched the rest. All over thecountry feeling ran high against Italians. TheNew York Times said of the incident, “our ownrattlesnakes are as good citizens as they. Ourown murderers are men of feeling and nobilitycompared to them.”
The Italians were the most despised of theimmigrant groups from Europe. They had totake the worst jobs. They were the ragpickers.They were the shoeshine boys. They were theknife sharpeners. They were the organ grinders.They were peddlers. Some were alwaysbeggars.
Some Americans claimed that their country wasbecoming a dumping ground for Europe’srejects. They saw the Italians as parasitesstealing food from the honest native. It washardly the welcome of a promised land.
I remember times that my father and motherwould sit and watch us. And we’d look at myfather and we’d see tears in his eyes. We didn’t have what to eat. It was that bad. Really, I thinkhe died of a broken heart because of thinkingwhat America held for him, and it was not there.And him feeling that, I believe in my heart, thathe was Italian. And in New York, at that time,Italians were not accepted as people. And, veryfrankly, people called them non-whites, Wop,Guinea, Dago.
Murderers, criminals, members of the blackhand, the mafia, that was the view of theItalians. The San Francisco Chronicle declared,“the duty of the United States is clear in thismatter. We must lock the gates and shut andbar them in the face of these conspirators andcriminals. Send them back as fast as they come.And if Italy does not like it, let her make the bestof it.”
I grew up in an Italian ghetto. And the badaspects were that we really were identified ascriminals. When I was a child, people believedthat all the criminals were Italian. I think thepoint however, is that in many ways, you wouldfind Italians are pushed into organized crime.Members of minority groups who come to theUnited States are really cut off from the normalavenues of making it in American society. Theycan’t get ahead as well as everyone else. Theydon’t have the same avenues to get good jobsas other individuals. Now, organized crime,serves as the first ladder on a very interestingway of getting out of the ghetto.
Francis Ianni has written extensively onorganized crime and the origins of the mafia.
What did happen is the Italians, the Sicilians,did bring with them this notion of bandingtogether in families for protection.
For 1,000 years Sicily was occupied by waveafter wave of foreign invaders. To survive theSicilians formed underground movements toharass and fight their oppressor. Secrecy,cunning, and vengeance became almost a wayof life. Sicily bred the mafia.
In Sicilian villages any festival is an occasion tocelebrate the island’s clannish, sometimesviolent, traditions.
I am a Sicilian, says the storyteller. A maninsulted my wife. He has to die. He embroidersa traditional tale of vengeance for a wrong doneto the family.
This has developed, also, a very ritualistic codeof justice. It’s really a very strong sense of honorcentered always in the family. It’s most famousin Sicily as the vendetta. The idea that ifsomeone injures someone in my family, I amrequired, I am bound,