The gorgeous Silvana Mangano singing her famous mambo from the 50’s movie “Anna” (banned in some places for years), Mangano, in this movie I saw as a kid at the old Starland Theatre in Lincoln Hts, even though it was on the list of forbidden movies tacked onto the front doors of Sacred Heart Church, was my first pubescent sexual fantasy and she still turns me on.
The LA Eastside has always been a melting pot and home to immigrants from many places in the world. Boyle Hts and East Los Angeles, besides Mexicans, had the Jewish, Russian, Japanese and Armenian immigrant communities, Lincoln Heights and environs had the Irish, Italians, Okies (immigrants?), and Mexicans, among others. This stew sometimes produced the typical ethnic clashes, stereotyping and prejudice, but more often, on the much more common positive side, gave one the opportunity (especially the children growing up together), to learn about and understand other cultures. This education was priceless to me and Lincoln Hts was one of those special places where different working class ethnic groups all lived in close proximity and where many lifelong friendships were established, on the streets, in school, at work, and through intermarriage.
The glue or common bond that brought and held together the Mexican American, Italian, and Irish families in Lincoln Hts was the Catholic Church, it seemed everything revolved around it. Sacred Heart, Our Lady Help of Christians, Saint Peter’s, the schools, the weddings, the baptisms, the funerals.
When I attended Sacred Heart School in the 1950’s it was about half Italian and half Mexican American with a few Irish kids thrown in.
At that time there were still children of Italian immigrants, offspring of Italian POW’s and Italian women from Lincoln Hts. going to school with me.
During WW2 there was an Italian POW camp in San Bernardino and many LA families would visit the Italian POW’s on Sundays and have picnics and get togethers where many of these POW’s met their future wives and never went back to Italy after the war was over.
POWs could be escorted out of the camp.
The priests at Sacred Heart School and Church were 100% Irish from the old sod and openly despised the Mexicans and Italians as fornicators and thieves, quaint and simple, yet obedient. Saint Patrick’s Day was a school holiday, on St Josephs Day (Italian), we were given off the afternoon so that we could attend the many St Joseph Feasts given in his honor by Lincoln Hts Italian families. Dia de la Virgen de Guadalupe was recognized with a holy mass, but normal school hours were in effect, those Irish Priest couldn’t fathom the Holy Mother of God as a brown Indian!
The Italian immigration to California is said to consist of mainly northern Italians but in Lincoln Hts the families I knew were almost all from Sicily or Southern Italy. And I discovered that unlike most Italian immigrants who came through Ellis Island in New York, the Italian families in Lincoln Hts came through New Orleans and Mobile Alabama.
The Sicilians and southern Italians are a darker skinned group than their Northern Italian countrymen and many times there would be confusion about the ethnicity of a person. Are you Mexican or Italian? Dago or Chicano? This was a common question growing up in Lincoln Hts.
The very common intermarriage between these groups created even more confusion sometimes. The Bonfiglio’s and Fiore’s were both Mexican and Italian but seemed more Chicano while my friend Manuel Flores from Happy Valley would always be good for a gallon or so of “Dago Red” that his grandpa, Mr. Matranga, would produce.
A very common sight on No. Broadway at certain times of the year would be the old Italian men, pulling a communal wine press on wheels behind their old pickups. The Italians always had not only fruit trees and gardens in their yards but also wine grapes growing all over their fences to make their wine with.
There is even a distinct Lincoln Hts accent or voice inflection that evolved with this interchange of cultures, many of the Italians that grew up there have a kind of Chicano accent and vice versa. I can recall as a 10 or 11 year old, running the streets with my friends Dodi Lujan, Vito Feri, Joe Bruno, and Freddie Jasso. We would scam the Old Italian immigrant who owned the little corner store across from Gates St. School, where kids would buy wax candy lips, jawbreakers, ice cream, and junk candy and soda pop.
A couple of us would run in the front door and yell out “vaffanculo scabuchi” (sic); which meant something like “go fuck yourself cabbage head”, the crabby old man would chase a couple of us down the street while the others would stuff candy and sodas into our shirts and run off with the loot.
The Italian/Mexican connection in LA goes way back, the “Pelanconi Bldg.” is the oldest brick bldg in Los Angeles and now the site of La Golondrina Restraunt on Olvera St., it’s also the site of the famous Mexican muralist David Alfaro Siqueiros’ mural “America Tropical”, painted while here in exile.
The Mexican anarchist Ricardo Flores Magon and his brother gave a speech at the Italian Hall during the time free speech was illegal in Los Angeles, it drew over a thousand people and was broken up by the infamous LAPD “red squad”, Emma Goldman also spoke there as in those days the Italians were working people and sided with the working class’s, the famous Italian anarchists “Sacco and Vanzetti” were a famous example.
The Italian Hall
The Italian Hall was a popular site for weddings, banquets, … weekend foot races that commenced at the Italian Hall and concluded in nearby Lincoln Heights. … to as Una Storia Segreta, which in Italians means, “the secret history. …
Definition of who was a true American.
A great history of Italian/Mexican American interchange exists on the LA Eastside, that is again, unique and colorful.
By the way this clip from the movie “Caro Diario” with the great Italian actor Nanni Moretti getting down with Silvana Mangano reminds me of a Lincoln Hts childhood friend “Sapo” Fiore dancing to that tune, thinking of Silvana Mangano.