Zhao: I'm probably what's called "second generation" immigrant. I think that's where class distinctions are drawn in the U.S.--directly along the lines of "how recently did you get here"? (If not along race lines...)
My mom's dad came from (Reggio) Italy, where they were filthy rich, to be a ganster and continue making money. The pictures of him are great: he always has a handle of liquor in one hand, a cigar in his mouth, and usually cards in the other hand. He owned a "shoe store." Her mom was some sort of model from Denmark, and the marriage caused a huge family rift (because not marrying an Italian whose family was in the business is the ultimate faux pas in 1955). After his premature death, my mom's family of 5 siblings was written out of all the money by the family. For some reason, la famiglia is nice to me, but I think they have ulterior motives. I have some land in Calabria that I want to build on. That requires more money than I have now.
My dad's grandmother was left on a doorstep by gypsies around Syracuse. The rest of his family were "Zellers", apparently traveling Jewish salespeople. His father's family was the product of some sort of con man who came from Quebec to marry his wife's sister after his wife was institutionalized. Sometimes I think I should make a movie about the weirdness.
Then again, all Americans are fucking weird. I love hearing about American's heritage. I still feel stigmatized in my hometown, like my family is seen as "immigrants" by the WASPs and the other whiter people. Cops hate us, we always get pulled over up there.