The day I left home, my mother came with me to the railroad station.When we
said goodbye, she said it was just like seeing me go into my casket, I never saw
her again. So is the story of Julia B. from Germany and many others who left
their life and love for a chance of happiness in a new country. This is the
story of the German immigrants in 1880-1930 who risked everything on a dream of
better things. What caused the German immigration to Ameica between 1870-1930?
In this paper I'll answer that question plus: what caused the movement, what
happined to them when they arrived, and how did they adapt. I'll also tell some
of the more gritty stuff by using intimate and detailed quotes used by many real
immigrants who came to America anywhere from 1880 to 1930. As you read this, be
prepared to learn what really happened to these immigrants and why the streets
were paved with anything but gold. Today, many Germans live throughout the U.S.;
especially in the mid-west. More likely then not, they came here in the late
1800's- 1900's. This would be because of the many revolutions in the 1860's and
the poverty that almost always follows war.
In one 20 year span in the late 1800's Germany went to war at least 7 times
taking on neighboring countries such as: Austria, France, Belgium and Russia.
Like I said, much money was spent on the war effort in Germany. People were
taxed heavily just to buy bullets for the army. Through all this, word was
spread like wild fire through Germany that a new country in the west across the
water was offering freedom and a promise of happiness for anyone who would make
the long journey to the new country: America. So with somewhat heavy hearts,
many men and women left their families behind to journey to America in hopes of
something greater. For many, the road to America was a hard one. Most of the
emigrants were very poor and had to hitchhike or walk the long miles to the
coast just to be able to get on the boat to America. Sometimes it would take
months just to save up enough money to pay for rides out of Germany, expensive
passports, and to pay for the boat fare and it would take weeks just to go to
France where they usually only began the long hard trip to their destination. By
this time there were steam-ships (a better way to America then just regular
ships which took 1-3 months to cross the Atlantic) which took only a merciful
two weeks to travel the Atlantic. The bad news for the immigrants was that they
were expensive and they had to crowed on to each ship; over 500 people over the
limit. Neither cleanliness, decency, nor comfort, is possible... sometimes two
or three thousand persons are crowded into a space hardly sufficient to
accommodate 1,200. Steerage passengers can not, with any degree of truth or
justice, be said to be humanly or properly treated at any stage of their long
journey, said one Report of Conditions. After about two weeks of pain and
misfortune, the many people on these boats glanced across the water and looked
at the best thing they had seen in weeks, the Statue of Liberty. The first time
I saw the Statue all the people were rushing to the side of the boat 'look at
her, look at her,' and in all kinds of languages. 'There she is, there she is,'
like it was somebody who was greeting them, said one women.
A few hours after reaching the Statue they were rushed off of the boat into a
place they called Ellis Island. Ellis Island was the main immigration depot to
America located just off the coast of New York City. It was a place where
thousands of people coming from dozens of countries came through every day. To
me, it was like a House of Babel. Because there were so many languages and so
many people and everybody huddled together. And it was so full of fear, the
impression Ellis made on a young women. Immigrants were tagged for names and
birthdays etc... and were then marked with chalk if they were thought to have
any disabilities of illnesses. If they were passed then they would be
interrogated to learn more about their background and to see if they had to be
sent back. They found my grandmother had a black nail. She raised us, all the
years, with that hand and with that nail. There was nothing wrong with it. And
they held her back. They sent her back. They were stupid, to let an old
womenwith her whole family here to send her back. So we never saw her again, it
was heart-breaking, said an immigrant in 1914. If they were processed and were
proclaimed citizens they would usually buy a train ticket to their destination
load up their stuff and head west.