There were no government documents printed in Italian and English. There were no separate Italian instructions when you called a toll free number or a government agency.
This was the message that I received as an immigrant in the early sixties: "Our culture (American) is dominant; your's (Italian ) is recessive; assimilate or be left behind.
My diet is still very much Italian (my first clue that American culture might be lacking was my introduction to the hotdog), I still speak Italian at home when I visit my parents. Even though I've only a high school education my English is spoken with near perfect diction, and without trace of accent. I gave up nothing throughout the process of assimilation and gained everything. It doesn't seem to me to be the same today.
That isn't to say I'm against immigation because I'm not. I realize that the reason so many hard working Mexicans come here is because it provides them with a better life. How can I possibly hold that against them? I also realize that I pay only $2.99/lb for mushrooms because the migrant worker will harvest them and my fat and lazy fellow Americans will not.
So God bless the immigrants of course, but I do think that the idea of America's greatness holds less sway than it did when I emigrated to the US.
By the time that my family arrived in 1968, the care package we received--tooth brush, tooth paste, bar of soap, aspirins, copy of the constitution--came from the Red Cross, there were also some booklets in Spanish sponsored by some of the emerging community activists who had come before us, and organized themselves to help newcomers.
I don't think that I am going out on a limb when I tell you that this country is more appreciated by the newly arrived immigrant, than by the "at large" native-born one.