In From Ellis Island to JFK, Nancy Foner goes about discussing two of the largest waves of immigration in United States history. Her discussion – at least in the first chapter – seems to focus on analyzing the qualities of each of these waves of immigration and on making comparisons between the two. She provides numerous statistics – the number of people coming in during each influx, the number of countries represented, the quality of trades and professions represented, et cetera – to bolster her argument and provides the reader with a very clear quantitative picture of immigration. Unfortunately, even with all of this information about the immigrants, the reader has a difficult time figuring out the souls of these individuals.
Who were they really? What drove them to leave behind everything they had in the Old World and to embark upon the perilous journey – at least, it must have been slightly perilous during the earlier influx – to the New World? What did they hope to find in this bizarre foreign land that is so different from their places of origin? What did they find once they passed through the belly of Ellis Island and emerged on the other side? What struggles did they face?
The film Ellis Island is a little too “artsy” for my tastes at some points, but the imagery and the audio it employs accomplish what I believe the director hoped to accomplish – it humanizes the hordes of immigrants that had to pass through the tiny island on their way to America. It puts faces to the numbers. The film also shows a glimpse of some of the struggles these individuals have to deal with even before they officially step foot on American soil – the struggle to prove their worth, the struggle to preserve their identities, the struggle to convince the authorities that they can fit in.
These are struggles that are more clearly examined in Hester Street and The Jazz Singer – two more films that do an excellent job of humanizing the immigrant hordes. Each of these films feature at least one immigrant protagonist who clearly suffers from a crisis of identity – he is torn between continuing to uphold the traditions of the Old World and fully submerging himself in the “American” culture. In The Jazz Singer, Jakie struggles with making a decision between pursuing his lifelong dream of becoming the eponymous jazz singer and pursuing his father’s lifelong dream for him to become cantor in the synagogue. In the end, the film suggests that he can actually have the best of both worlds – he can remain romantically attached to his Jewish mother and to his gentile girlfriend.
Hester Street does not have the same type of “compromise” ending for its main male protagonist. In this film, Yekl decides to abandon his Jewish heritage for the more glamorous life of a Yankee. He leaves his wife – who continually refuses to completely forsake her heritage in the way her husband does – and marries Mamie, a dancer. In turn, Gitle marries Bernstein – a so-called “traditionalist” who is as eager as she is to preserve their shared Jewish heritage. However, Gitle does not confine herself to one extreme end of the spectrum, as Yekl did by completely forsaking his heritage and embracing “Americanization.” For her, even though she does marry a traditionalist, the ending is also one that embraces the idea of “the best of both worlds” – she has her traditions, but she also speaks English and shows her hair.
Some people might find these types of “compromise” endings unrealistic and dissatisfying, but I’m of the opinion that having the best of both worlds is an integral part of defining what America is all about. This is a country that was built by immigrants – by people who came from somewhere else and settled down here, for whatever reason. These people didn’t just abandon their traditions when they came here. They brought their traditions with them and these traditions are what eventually mixed and morphed to create a culture that is distinctly American. You can’t have an “American” culture without the basic components that make it up – without the tiny and not so tiny contributions from the cultures and traditions of Jewish, Chinese, or Italian immigrants. Perhaps, you can forget that those components exist, but when you break our culture back down again – when you dissect it – they are plainly there to see.