Neighborhoods, all ethnic-rich in languages, music, foods, religious affiliation and political flavors marked the landscape of my younger years roaming the streets and by-ways of my hometown. A common thread among this diverse set of rugged, homo-sapiens stock was a shared belief – actually, only a vague hope – that, somehow, our demonstrated lack of English-based, Protestant enlightened, cultural education plus our limited, technical capabilities, which were unceremoniously added onto our many, cultural sins, remained proof-positive that we, immigrant-types, really did not fit into the local environment very well.
We , outsiders, had, certainly, much to do in grappling up the social hierarchy of views and accepted values. The following articles will, perhaps, explain these issues.
