An Italian immigrant says, I came to America because I heard the streets were paved with gold. When I got here, I found out three things: first, the streets weren't paved with gold; second, they weren't paved at all; and third, I was expected to pave them. Against all odds - a new language, new customs, and the ethnic slurs and catcalls of prejudice - Italian Americans paved the streets, rolled the cigars, sewed the clothes, cooked the meals, and...