Tiki Tom
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Well, I have to say that my parents were both immigrants to the USA in the early 1950s. They attained a degree of hard work-based success in America that, at that time, probably would not have been possible in "the old country". My dad worked three jobs while putting himself through college in California. He was the first in the history of our family to earn a college degree. ( love you, dad. And thank you. RIP) They did not come from the aristocratic class in their home county in Europe, not by a long shot. At the same time, I acknowledge that the fact that they were "white" in America certainly didn't hurt. America is an on-going expirement in learning how to make the dream of prosperity and equality real. We are yet a work in progress. That having been said, during that time and that era, I was lucky to have been born into a family that struggled it's way across an ocean to find its way into what has since become something of a cliche: the American dream. Ironically, I have raised my own family back in Western Europe (and I truly love this place in the new millennium. Love it!) but I never stop bowing down gratefully to my parents, who took a hopeful chance on the unknown. The Cold War has receded into history, but my parents certainly knew in which direction they were fleeing.