It comes with aging.  How do we preserve and pass on the things we value, like heritage?  Dilemma: what you value may not be of value to your descendants. 

Heritage is easily lost.  Marriage may hide an Italian surname in the case of females.  Catholicism is not a proprietary religion that carries our ethnicity with it, unlike Jews, Greeks, Hindus, and others.  Even our traditions are expendable to younger generations.  So, how do we pass the torch?

Some 16 million Americans claimed Italian heritage in the 2020 census.  There’s no lack of Italian restaurants and pizzerias to proclaim our cuisine.  Hollywood and the media have an inexhaustible library of films showcasing our dark side and have elevated our directors and stars to sainthood.  These may be all the pride that most Italian Americans are happy to pass on.

Sure, there is some Italian history that fuels our pride – Leonardo da Vinci, the Renaissance, the Roman Empire, even Christopher Columbus.  But the average Italian American sources his pride locally, through family, food, and entertainment.

One of the actors at Paisan Con
who torched our heritage.

As I write this, the first annual Paisan Con is being held in Fairfield, New Jersey.  This indoor weekend event features sports figures and an abundance of supporting actors from Mafia films.  Attendees will meet Italian Hip Hop performers (didn’t know such a genre existed) and participate in an awards ceremony tonight (based on what?)  The promoters acknowledge that Paisan is a corruption of paesano (fellow countryman), and have adopted the ‘whattsa matta you?’ bunched fingers greeting on posters.  All in good fun, no doubt; including directional signs with the words Ova [over] Here ».  I can only imagine them having a video loop from Donny Brasco explaining the versatile phrase ‘fuhgedaboudit.’  But, how far does ‘laughing at ourselves’ go until it’s embarrassing? [Our Senior Analyst in New Jersey, Anthony Vecchione, brought this event to my attention.]

Elsewhere last week, an Italian American ‘umbrella’ organization hosted its second annual “future leaders” gathering in Florida.  Passing the torch apparently requires us to educate twenty-somethings across the country.  These young folks have the spirit, and with all expenses paid, they happily gathered for an Italo-fest.  The real challenge is to channel this youth into torch-bearing rather than party-going.   It’s not so much what takes place at a convention as what takes place between conventions.

Quarterback Tommy Devito giving the
official Paisan Con greeting.

The sad fact is that young Italian Americans have little knowledge of Italian American history or issues important to many of us.  Remember your 20s?  Your goals were earning a living, dating, and marriage.  Today’s youth has debt, high-priced toys, and expensive social lives.  For the unattached, conventions can be a dating venue, rather than a place for cadre development.  One innovation employed in such gatherings is to not invite old-timers; they’re too critical and too jaded – like me!  Let the young people be free to reinvent the wheel!

In one video of the conclave, an older organizer addressing the young crowd says, “We can learn from you.”  I suppose he meant that his organizations can learn how to recruit more young people by listening to the attendees.  (I’m sure free travel, room and board are great recruitment tools!) If he meant we could learn new perspectives on the Italian heritage, the youthful reply would be to “Chill out!”

Young folks don’t condemn Mafia movies – who has the time to protest and write letters?  Embrace the artistry!  Which invites a question:  are The Godfather, Goodfellas, Casino, The Sopranos, and the myriad mob movies popular among the under 40 crowd?  These films were in our faces for decades, forcing us to oppose them.  But maybe they’re ancient history to Millennials and Gen Zs.  How many have actually seen these movies?

Finally, cultivating our young is well-intended, if not expensive; but along with free meals and karaoke, an insidious agenda item has made its way into the mix:  “Are Italians White?”  Born in academia some years ago is the contention that Italians, as victims of Anglo violence and discrimination, should be reclassified by the Census Bureau as ‘Euro-Mediterraneans,’ not White.   Such an appeal was recently made by the umbrella organization that sponsors the youth gatherings.   Thankfully, it was rejected by the Census people.  But I’ve been told that such thinking is gaining popularity among younger Italian Americans.

Is this where the torch is heading? -JLM