Rockefeller Center 1932.
Before the working class was transformed into the welfare class by the bureaucratic parasites.
These are my grandparents, figuratively speaking. They didn't work on the Rockefeller Center, but they did work in the textile mills in the Merrimack Valley in Massachusetts. Not pretty by today's standards, but they weren't aiming for pretty. They were aiming for a chance, earned by their sweat and their determination.
And in the end they won, missing fingers and all, because they did it on their own, asked nobody for anything except a shot at it, and never expected a consolation prize if they didn't grab the gold ring.
Best of luck to any recent immigrants who have the same attitude, but I'm up to here with those with the "who's got the best welfare benefits" attitude.