The reality
The precedent already exists to reinstate a similar policy under Pres. Trump.
The first and second class passengers just walking in unquestioned would be considered a major loophole today.
My Napolitano, born grandfather stepped of the boat, SS Algieria, from. Naples to NY in 1906 around age 12. Others in my family made the trip in the 1890s.
That 3rd pic, she’s a cutie.
Mine from Slovakia right after the wreckage of WWI.
Their jobs were maid and cook in America.
No welfare. No affirmative action. They could feed a family of six for a few dollars a week.
But it was white privilege.
The people who came in got no welfare payments, no EBT cards, no obammyphones, no lodging, no job, no English lessons. They didn’t shoot people up or set bombs.
But the politicians have abandoned their descendants, in favor of the individuals now streaming in who rape our women, burn things down, steal things, take our money, and blow people up.
Mine from Slovakia right after the wreckage of WWI.
Their jobs were maid and cook in America.
No welfare. No affirmative action. They could feed a family of six for a few dollars a week.
But it was white privilege.
I prefer the 1925 to 1965 immigration policy of limiting immigration.
Take a picture of me dealing with US government bureaucratic “formalities” and I will be far from smiling either.
My father, aged 15, arrived at Ellis Island in 1921 with his mother and sister. After processing, he told of being seated at a long wooden table eating white bread torn into pieces and soaked in a bowl of milk, I assume provided by American authorities. He and his mother and sister then proceeded by train to Chicago where they were met by my grandfather who had come to America about a decade before. He had absconded with his sister-in-law but when they separated he belatedly sent for his wife and children. My father learned English in less than a year and spoke it without a discernible accent. He loved books, bookshops, and reading, and accumulated a large book collection which he sold off during the depression to live on. That led to opening his own printing shop which he operated with my mother for the rest of his life.
there is a lot in this that is simply untrue.
My grandfather was one of the directors of Ellis Island. He came here after deciding in the seminary he didn’t want to be a priest (first born son in family etc) and that pretty much meant goodbye. He was college educated which was rare then.
The reality
HA !!!
Got ya all beat...
My ancestors were on the New Netherland !!!
New York’s answer to the Mayflower...
Is that guy in the dress from “Trans”ylvania? ;)
It took my parents a long time to get permission to come here legally.
My maternal grandfather came through Ellis Island in 1912 from what is now the Czech Republic. The transcribers screwed up transcribing his name into their database so it’s difficult to find him. I had written to them back in 2014 to fix this but nothing so far. They have his first name as his last name and vice versa with his last name totally mistranslated. I guess they can’t read cursive because the primary source document is correct.
Btt all 4 of my grandparents came through Ellis island.