Permit me to interrupt your howling at President Obama for his action on immigration reform. Your darkest views on releasing millions of illegal immigrants from the bondage of practiced anonymity have reached into my own ancestry. And as the President reminded us, they didn’t all cross borders but came by planes and ships, too.
Mine came on ships from the Mediterranean (that’s the enormous freshwater sea, John, that provided some of the routes for the tidal waves of immigrants seeking a better life on our shores – although many were deceived by the cynical transporters and debarked instead in the West Indies and South America!).
My parents were born in a relatively short span after their parents arrived from a small town near Beirut. To be perfectly up front about it, I was too young to learn whether they ever became American citizens, nor did I care much about it as I grew older and they had passed on. In fact, I only got to know my by dear siti, my father’s mother. My paternal grandfather, Abe – surprised that he and my father had the name that Dad passed on to me? – was a burly bald man who died when I was quite young. He opened a small fruit market in the tiny coal-mining town of Mt. Pleasant, Pa.
Dad said he didn’t know why they chose to finally settle there, and it really didn’t seem important enough to the family to find out. On my mother’s side, her parents took root in Conemaugh, a gritty attachment to Johnstown (where I was born). They died before I met them.
So that left siti, a gracious woman who never learned to read nor write English, but managed to speak enough to get by while she read her Arabic newspapers and burned tiny pyramids of incense. We lived a block away and on Saturday nights I would escort her to a nearby restaurant for her favorite treats: a hotdog and a Coke for a quarter. She would smile with each bite and say, “Good”.
I also shopped for her groceries, careful that the canned goods had pictures of peas or beans on the wrappers so she would know what the can contained.
So here’s the best part of the story, John. She had five sons and a daughter. Dad and his brother George opened a small garage where they sold a few cars each month but spent most of their time as grease monkeys . Together they built our house 25 feet from the garage, separated only by a small side yard and a slick path where they dumped drained crankcase oil. (An outhouse across the street from our house absorbed the awful smell of the oil.)
As life and wallets improved, the brothers became pool sharks and opened a dingy smoky pool room in a dungeon-like setting under a food market and took on all drifters bearing cuesticks. It was not the type of ordered existence that would impress most of your donors, John. But it did work out reasonably well for Dad and Uncle George.
Two other sons, one with assistance from Uncle Sam, went on to become quite successful surgeons. Aunt Della and Uncle Dan each ran small restaurants and did quite well. Aunt Della’s husband George (there were at least six Georges in the family) began in Altoona with a hotdog grille facing his sidewalk window where passersby couldn’t resist stopping in for a 10-minute lunch and maybe an hour’s worth of fussing.
That was a long, long time ago, John, and what I’ve told you is as best as I can remember it. Attention to the details of family history was not something any member of this tribe cared about.
But these folks were all success stories, Mr. Speaker. And I unapologetically remind you again that whether the grandparents became citizens, which I doubt, they produced the American dream without being familiar with that overused term.
Successful in America, John! Wouldn’t it have been a bloody injustice if my grandparents had been deported? So I ask: How cold-blooded can you be in the interest of your own political schemes?
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