When I was young, if I said I was Italian, my mother would correct me, “You are only half Italian. The other half is Sicilian.” At the time, I thought she was just being difficult. I learned later that many Sicilians, at least of her generation, felt the same way. They were Sicilians, not Italians. Being Italian was more an
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