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thedrifter
06-14-06, 07:35 AM
Order in English, Comprende?
By Don Feder
FrontPageMagazine.com | June 14, 2006


A story out of Philadelphia illustrates the left’s sneering contempt for those it calls the working class.

Frustrated by ethnic support for conservative causes, elitists have dropped all pretense of solidarity with the masses.

The proletariat and its vanguard aren’t exactly in sync. Your average Joe has as much in common with Howard Dean as an elderly women with facial warts has with Paris Hilton.

The people don’t have post-graduate degrees in the social sciences. They wouldn’t be caught dead watching a Michael Moore documentary. They have a pronounced tendency to love their country, respect America’s fighting men, resent the tax burden and attend religious services regularly.

They don’t revere the homeless – known to them as "bums." They aren’t losing sleep over global warming, sexual harassment, and racial profiling. Few are vegans; those who are won’t admit it. When faced with a disturbing development, their first question isn’t, "But how will this impact on the transgendered community?"

Joseph Vento could have "working stiff" stamped on his forehead. Age 66 and the grandson of Italian immigrants, Vento is the owner/operator of Geno’s Steaks, the Philly steak and cheese emporium he opened 40 years ago.

A few months back, Vento posted a laminated sign (decorated with American eagles) in the window of his South Philly restaurant: "This is America. When Ordering, Speak English."

If Vento’s sign had read: "We Reserve The Right To Refuse To Serve Republicans, Gun Owners, Smokers, SUV drivers, and Halliburton executives," the left would be pushing him as Hillary Clinton’s running mate in ‘08.

But any suggestion that illegal immigration is wrong, that immigrants have responsibilities to their adopted country or that America is an English-speaking nation provokes apoplectic rage – along with accusations of nativism, xenophobia and (that old reliable) racism.

Take an alleged news story about Vento in the Philadelphia Inquirer ("An old struggle to adapt to a new country’s ways.") by – I kid you not -- Galutra Bahadur.

The distortion starts with the headline. Far from struggling to adapt to our "ways," many immigrants aren’t even trying. Instead, the country is being transformed to accommodate them. Something guys like Vento rightfully resent.

A technique perfected by practitioners of advocacy journalism (otherwise knows as propaganda) is quoting authorities who make their case for them, while studiously ignoring the other side.

Bahadur begins by observing that the sign was a "political statement" from a man whose "Italian-born grandparents spoke only broken English." – as if this was the height of irony.

The point is: Vento’s Italian ancestors did learn English – like mine from the Pale of Settlement. My maternal grandfather, Israel Whtiman, worked 12-hour days in a tailor shop but still found the time to learn English. (He refused to speak Yiddish at home because he wanted his children to speak English.) If he hadn’t, I’d be altering slacks and pressing suit jackets.

I’ve never met a "nativist" who objected to an immigrant speaking accented English. What drives us nuts is huddled masses who’ve been here 5, 10, 15 years and still have the English vocabulary of a 2-year-old. ("Want steak, cheese!")

Coincidentally, all of the experts Bahadur found to comment on Vento’s complaint have the same perspective. (I’m sure he tried really hard to find dissenters; perhaps they simply don’t exist.) Roger Daniels, a member of the Statue of Liberty-Ellis Island History Committee, told the journalist that prior to 1920, America took in anyone who didn’t have Bubonic Plague. This is meant to excuse illegal immigration now.

Daniels somehow neglected to note that there were roughly 50 million Americans at the time, the frontier had been closed for only a few decades, our economy was still geared to backbreaking labor and we didn’t have an advanced welfare state (with liberty and food stamps for all).

Let’s not forget, there was a backlash to previous generations of immigrants too, Bahadur breathlessly informs us.

Kathryn Wilson of the Pennsylvania Historical Society notes that at one time help-wanted ads limited applicants to the native born. Expecting immigrants to speak English is now comparable to Irish-need-not-apply signs. I’m only surprised Bahadur didn’t compare Vento’s sign to a Klan cross-burning..

In Bhadur’s story, Paul Skerry of the Brookings Institute observes that the dominance of Latinos among recent immigrants has created a backlash – again, playing the dog-eared race card. Nativists have no objection to immigrants babbling in Russian, Vietnamese, or Tagalog. It’s not that we want to preserve English as our national language, you understand. It’s more that we have an irrational aversion to hearing Spanish spoken. Comprende?

Skerry also explains one big difference between when Vento’s grandparents came here and today is that in the sensitive, enlightened America of 2006 "many Americans now value multiculturalism."

There you have it: Immigrants don’t have to learn English. To ask them to follow the example of generations of Italians, Irish, Jews, Germans, and Chinese is xenophobic and heartless.

Instead, we should embrace language diversity – teach immigrant students as if they were going to school in Bangladesh, provide interpreters for criminal defendants and welfare applicants, and offer ATM instructions in Aramaic and Mayan.

American taxpayers spend hundreds of millions annually providing translation services, printing ballots in 16 languages, and giving driver’s exams in 22 tongues. (Multiculturalists never question the insanity of facilitating voting by individuals who can’t read the Constitution in the language in which it was written, or follow candidate debates on television.)

In a nine-month period ending in March 2003, the city of St. Cloud, Minnesota, spent $200,000 on interpreter and translation services. The Almeda County (California) Medical Center has 18 full-time interpreters on its staff, and another 19 on call. The hospital pays each $18 to $20 and hour – costs passed on to the gringos.

Massachusetts gives drivers-license exams in 25 languages, beating California’s 21. Can street signs in Farsi be far behind?

A federal judge forced New York City’s welfare department to provide interpreters and translated documents for those with – what’s the PC term? – "limited English skills." The city must provide documents in every language spoken by more than 100 mooches – excuse me, honest, hard-working folks who come here to do the jobs Americans don’t want – supplemented by welfare benefits Americans pay for.

If an immigrant mugs, murders or rapes an American, he gets a court-appointed translator to go along with his court-appointed lawyer. If he visits a hospital, diagnosis and treatment are facilitated by translation services. When applying for welfare, food-stamps or AFDC – they can fill out forms printed in their native tongue. In most states, the hard-working immigrant family can have their children educated in their language of choice.

To paraphrase that Russian comedian – " America, what a (stupid) country!"

In consequence of the foregoing, the number of "Americans" who don’t speak English at all increased 176 percent between 1980 and 2000.

In 2000, 21.3 million residents of the United States were classified by the Census Bureau as "limited English proficient" – meaning they spoke English "less than very well" – meaning their English was limited to a few key phrases like "Welcome K-Mart shoppers" and "Super-size it?"

Pleas for foreigners to learn the lingo are usually phrased in terms of what’s good for them. For instance, in 1999, the average immigrant who spoke English well earned more than twice as much as the immigrant who didn’t speak it at all ($40,714 vs. $16,345)

Frankly, I care more about us than them. There are two concerns here – the moral and the practical.

If I moved to Mexico, I’d be expected to learn Spanish, pronto. If I took up residence in France and didn’t parlez-vous, the French would have me spitted.

On a practical level, language fragmentation (the direction in which we’re moving at breakneck speed) leads to national dissolution. From Canada to Yugoslavia, there are no successful muli-language states. People who can’t communicate with each other either separate or start killing each other.

You have to be a diversity-worshipping multiculturalist to miss this.

Those Americans who aren’t quoted in Philadelphia Inquirer stories about immigrants learning English have a slightly different perspective. Okay, they have a radically different perspective. Joe Vento isn’t a lonely guy.
According to a June 2005 Zogby Poll, 79 percent of Americans favor making English our official language, as do 81 percent of first- and second-generation Americans.
In a 2001 Gallup poll, 96 percent of respondents said it was essential for immigrants living in America to learn English.
Almost two-thirds of foreign-born adults admit it’s reasonable for immigrants to be expected to learn English.
A majority of states (27) have official English laws. There would be 28, except Arizona’s was overturned by its state supreme court in 1998.
On May 18, 2006 – in one of its rare intelligent moves – the U.S. Senate approved an amendment to its immigration-deform bill making English the official language of the United States of America and declaring that there is no affirmative right to receive services in a language other than English. The vote was 62 to 35 in favor of the measure.

Says Vento: "They want us to adapt to these people. What do you mean ‘Press 1 for Spanish’? English, period. Case closed. You better make it the official language."

Along with his Philly steak-and-cheese subs, Vento serves up heaping portions of common sense.

Ellie

Their steaks are the BEST;)

thedrifter
06-16-06, 06:54 AM
A hero at Geno's
By Mike Gallagher

Jun 16, 2006

Joey Vento, a feisty and proud Italian guy from Philadelphia, has become an American hero.

The 66 year old Vento is the hands-on owner of a Philadelphia treasure, Geno’s Steaks, a legendary cheese steak joint in the middle of gritty, working-class South Philly. Day after day, month after month, year after year, for 40 years now, Joey and his crew have been serving up a delicious sandwich that is unique to the City of Brotherly Love. What pizza is to New York City, cheese steaks are to Philadelphia. And even though there’s competition and plenty of debate about who makes the best one, many people emphatically declare that Geno’s is the best place to get a Philly cheese steak in America.

Geno’s Steaks stands out on the corner of 9th and Passyunk like a brightly lit shrine to gastronomic delights, it’s bright orange exterior and illuminated signs paying tribute to Philly sports teams seemingly visible for miles. Joey likes to say, “If they turned the lights out at Geno’s, Philadelphia would go dark.”

Turning the lights out at Geno’s is a circumstance that some people at City Hall seem to think is a proper punishment for something that Joey has done. The only trouble is that most Americans think the guy deserves a ticker tape parade for what he’s done.

Joey Vento is a flag-waving, freedom-loving businessman. He works seven days a week putting in long, tough hours cutting the loaves of bread for the sandwiches, supervising his employees, and glad-handing the many customers who make a stop at Geno’s a part of their routine. Meeting Joey for the first time will make you feel like you’ve known him forever, the proverbial guy who never met a stranger.

But Joey has a simple request of his customers who line up outside Geno’s to await their turn: when ordering, please speak English. It’s a polite request that has landed him in a lot of hot water with the governmental bureaucrats who feel it’s their duty to patrol the politically correct waters of Philly.

Nearly a year ago, Joey put a little sticker on the window above the counter where people order their food. The sticker simply reflects his wish that people not hold up his line and make life difficult for the men and women who take the orders. It contains this message: “This is America. When ordering, please speak English.”

Perhaps never in the history of Philadelphia has a nine-inch sticker created such a commotion.

For over nine months, nothing was said, no one complained. Suddenly, almost mysteriously, the little sticker with the pro-English message became a big deal. First, the city’s Human Relations Commission served Joey with official papers, claiming that the sticker could be considered “discriminatory.” Later, one of the members of the commission told a newspaper reporter that the sticker should be removed so that people who don’t speak English won’t feel unwelcome. The word “discrimination” was bandied about.

And then the fun began.

You see, Joey Vento doesn’t work seven days a week because he has to. He does it because he loves the job, the people, and the city. When the bullies at City Hall started sending him certified letters demanding that he take down the sticker, he had a pretty blunt response. “I will NEVER take down that sticker. Never. Period, end of sentence.” In fact, Joey dug in his heels and said that he would rather let them board up his restaurant and they could all stand around and watch that bright, clean, orange building rot for all he cared. He just will not take down that sticker.

After I interviewed Joey over the phone earlier this week on my radio show, I immediately decided I had to go to South Philly and meet him in person. I wound up broadcasting my radio show on a card table right there on the corner of 9th and Passyunk smack dab in the middle of the line of people who were waiting to order a world-famous Geno’s cheese steak.

The customers in line all had the same perspective. To begin with, Joey doesn’t discriminate against anyone. It’s not in his nature to hurt people, and he certainly wouldn’t risk losing a sale, even to someone who can’t speak English. After all, this guy didn’t become self-made man because he’s a dope.

But to consider his civil, logical request as discrimination is obscene. A businessman doesn’t have the right to expect his customers to order a product in English? I would even argue that he should have the right to refuse service to someone who doesn’t have the courtesy to be able to say, “One cheese steak” in English. Isn’t, “No shoes, no shirt, no service” still in effect in most restaurants? But Joey doesn’t turn anyone away. He just can’t promise that the order will be correct. After all, there’s a big difference between the cheese wiz and the provolone that can come with the mouth-watering beef sandwich.

The Philadelphia Human Relations Commission picked the wrong guy to bully over such politically correct nonsense. And Joey Vento came along at the perfect time. When it comes to the English language debate in this country, he’s the hero we have been waiting for. He’s the guy who has the guts, the means, and the resolve to stand up for himself and his restaurant. Most of all, he is standing up for a belief that the vast majority of Americans have, that English should be the official, national language of America.

In fact, my visit and radio broadcast at Geno’s Steaks this week came on Flag Day. As I did the radio show sitting on that little card table provided by my station in Philly, WNTP-AM, American flags were everywhere. It was a fitting backdrop.

THIS IS AMERICA. PLEASE SPEAK ENGLISH.

It’s a message that should be everywhere. I’m going to do my best to spread it. My radio show proudly includes a charitable foundation called “Gallagher’s Army.” Since it’s inception a few years ago, we have sent over 70 thousand gift boxes of food and personal care items to our troops overseas. We have delivered truckloads of goods to their families back here at home. We’ve helped the families of slain police officers, rescued pets from the floodwaters of Katrina, and even paid for the tombstone of a woman who died when I found out that her grieving husband and sons couldn’t afford one. Now, it’s time to rally the troops of “Gallagher’s Army” to spread the message on that little sticker from Geno’s Steaks all across the United States of America.

We’re selling tee-shirts and little signs with the message, “This is America. Please speak English” on my website, http://www.mikeonline.com. All profits will go to “Gallagher’s Army” so that we can continue to do good things for people who deserve it.

If you appreciate the statement that has caused such a stir in Philadelphia and want to help a good cause, please go to http://www.mikeonline.com and get a shirt or sign. Let’s rally around a spunky little cheese steak joint in Philadelphia that has forgotten more about what it means to be an American than the Philadelphia Human Relations Commission could ever know.

Ellie