This is what chain migration looks like.

The dreaded chain migration in action. The little boy on one knee is my father.

I would not be here if it weren’t for chain migration. Every single member of my family came through Ellis Island with someone else’s name on their manifest, a relative they were meeting.

If you aren’t a Native American, you are here because of chain migration (or because of a kidnapping or some warlord’s booty sale).

If you are an Italian-American against chain migration, you disgrace your ancestors, and I hope you have no Lucano or Abruzzese blood in you, because if so, you also disgrace mine.