quotes that describe the character of your ethnicity (from books, articles, old interviews, etc.)

[Atlantic Islander]

Post quotes from books, old articles, old interviews, old documents, old texts, etc. that describe the character of your ethnicity. These should be older descriptions.

You can also comment on whether or not you agree with the way your ethnicity is portrayed, and if the description does or does not apply today.

This is only about character.

[Prince Carlo]

Here we go with the shitstorm.

[Atlantic Islander]

Here we go with the shitstorm.

How so? People should only post about their own ethnicity, and it's about character.

[Ibericus]

"The Spanish soldiers are dare devils who play with death itself .
It's hard to amagine more corageous soldiers than the Spaniards , in bad weather they are standing , ready to spit on death . I know are men are greatful to have them by our side. " - Adolf Hitler

"There is a superior period in human species: the Spain from 1500 to 1700"
-french historian Hipólito Taine

[Atlantic Islander]

"Even the captains of to-day are mostly Portuguese and many of the vessels are Portuguese-owned, for the natives of the Western Islands [Azores] are satisfied with smaller profits, can live more cheaply, and are more thrifty than their American predecessors . . . the Portuguese skippers are skillful whalers, good business men, strict disciplinarians and secure catches which would make the old-time Yankee whalemen turn green with envy." - Elaine Sanceau

Yreka Journal ran this about them in 1868 with the headline, "Portuguese Coming.":

"We learn that about 140 Portuguese are shortly coming to this country from the Portuguese Islands and other counties in this State, including a number of women and children. The Portuguese at Hawkinsville are already making preparations for them by holding a miners' meeting tomorrow to regulate size of claims. Several of them intend securing ranches also, and the prospects are that a very large portion of our county population will consist of Portuguese, who seem to be a very industrious and hard working class." - Walker, 33; Samuel Eliot Morison

The excerpt below comes from a book published in 1876 celebrating the centennial of the United States. It is about Alameda County in which San Leandro, Oakland, and Hayward are located:

"What they called the Portuguese population in Alameda County commensed to settle here at an early date, and are amongst the most thriving portion of our population, occupying as they do, small farms of the best land and growing vegetables and fruits. They are natives of the Azores or Western Isles, and are exceedlingly industrious and thrifty class, with simple hearts and simple pleasures."

In Opportunity Knocks Twice, the author remarks after observing a farm in San Leandro:

"When you see a house surrounded by an orchard, and the sides of the road planted to vegetables clear out to the wheel tracks, you may know that a Portuguese lives there; but don't make the mistake of thinking that it's poverty that pushes his gardening up against the wheels of passing vehicles. It's thrift! These men with street gardens are the solid men of the town. They own business blocks and ranches, and have bank accounts that put some of us Americans here 'way in the shade.' It hurts a Portuguese to waste an inch of land. He'll buy the best land out of doors -- knows the best when he sees it too -- and will pay a top price without question or flinching; but after he gets it he wants every inch of it to be working for him, night and day, every minute of the growing season. And he'll generally contrive to get three crops a year where an American will be content with two." - Walker; Taft (Opportunity Knocks Twice)

Another remark on how intensive, "intensive" is!:

"One of these town orchards in San Leandro has currants between the orchard rows, beans between the currant rows, a row of beans on each side of the trees, beans between the trees in the row and beans form the ends of the rows to the wheeltrack in the street. Not satisfied with this degree of intensiveness and interplanting, the owner doubled the number of rows in the space or corner where his private sidewalks joined the public street!" - Walker (Opportunity Knocks Twice)

Writing in Valley of the Moon, Jack London too tells of the creativeness of the Portuguese farmer. The main characters, Billy and Saxon, are walking through San Leandro, "Porchugeeze headquarters" as they call it, and they discuss why the Portuguese have had success where "Americans" have failed. They come upon a lineman whose family used to own the property now belonging to the Portuguese. They look at a fruit tree that has four main branches with "living braces" in the crotch. The lineman comments:

"You think it growed that way, eh? Well it did. But it was old Silva that made it just the same -- caught two sprouts, when the tree was young, an' twisted 'em together. Pretty slick, eh? You bet. That tree'll never blow down. It's a natural, springy brace, an' beats iron braces stiff. Look along all the rows. Every tree's that way. See? An' that's just one trick of the Porchugeeze. They got a million like it."

They continue their discussion, and the lineman explains how the Portuguese acquired their land:

". . . my grandfather used to own this . . . Forty years ago old Silva come from the Azores. Went sheep-herding in the mountains for a couple of years, then blew in to San Leandro. These five acres was the first land he leased. That was beginnin'. Then he began leasin' by the hundreds of acres, an' by the hundred- an-sixties. An' his sisters an' his uncles an' his aunts begun pourin' in from the Azores -- they're all related there, you know; an' pretty soon San Leandro was a regular Porchugeeze settlement.

An' old Silva would up by buyin' these five acres from grandfather. Pretty soon -- an' father by that time was in the hole to the neck -- he was buyin' father's land by the hundred-an'-sixties. An' all the rest of his relations was doin' the same thing. Father was always gettin' rich quick, an' he wound up by dyin' in debt. But old Silva never overlooked a bet, no matter how dinky. An' all the rest are just like him. You see outside the fence there, clear to the wheel-tracks in the road -- horse-beans. We'd a-scorned to do a picayune thing like that. Not Silva. Why he's got a town house in San Leandro now."

Frank Crissey made this comment about the Portuguese farmer in his travels in California during the first decade of this century:

". . . once a Portuguese gets hold of a piece of land he never rests until it is paid for, and he sacrifices his personal ease and comfort until the mortgage is wiped out, to that end saving every dollar above the sternest actual necessities. A mortgaged homestead and an automobile are contrary to the Portuguese catechism! He never stints his land or his stock, however. Again, in addition to being an untiring worker, he is an intelligent farmer. I never knew a Portuguese farmer who was not a good farmer."

One Merced resident, while riding with Forest Crissey, the author of Where Opportunity Knocks Twice, pointed out to his guest the irrigation canals and fenced in land, and implied that irrigation was here because of the Portuguese zest and ability for farming:

"There is an example of Portuguese methods that is worth the attention of any American in almost any part of the country. This district through here is rapidly changing from a range country to a farming country. Every few miles you'll run across a new irrigation canal with freshly cut laterals.

They welcomed it [irrigation] and said that they'd raise alfalfa and keep dairies of blood stock."

The Portuguese in Nevada were just as thrifty as their counterparts in New England and California. A man name Silva was killed in a work-related accident in 1891. He had $500 in his pocket and $5,000 in the bank. Another Portuguese died of pneumonia with $800 on his person. One Portuguese miner at Battle Mountain gave his savings to a store owner for safe-keeping since there were no banks in town. The miner stacked $2,000 on the store's counter and the store-owner, Lemaire, tells the story:

"This is quite a bit of money, pardner. I'd better give you a receipt for it. [said the Lemaire] Glaring fiercely at me, the old coot [Portuguese miner] snapped, Your name's Lemaire ain't it? I nodded. Well, he growled, that's good enough for me! It wasn't long till the old man had $5,000 cached with us. Then, one day, he came in and drew the whole blasted thing, and we never saw him again! We had money stashed all over the store -- in barrels of beans, and brown sugar barrels, and rice barrels. I often wonder if I've found all of it, or if there still might be some sticking around!" - Opportunity Knocks Twice

This summary seems to capture the character of the Azorean as represented in the literature:

"The Azoreans are seen as possessing a character that is deeply religious, good-natured, submissive, indolent, sensitive, pacific, orderly, family oriented, industrious, nostalgic and somewhat sad. That character is deeply endowed with a strong sense of family responsibility, one which transmits to children a worldview calling for adherence to a hard-work ethic and to well-disciplined obedience." - Eugene K. Keefe, Area Handbook for Portugal

This excerpt complements the above and further reveals the nature of Azoreans in America:

"They are home lovers and home owners. They have attained middle-class economic status, and are satisfied, and no thought of leaving. They are proud of their achievement as well as of the fact that they have seldom needed welfare aid, even in times of depression . . . they are peace-loving people and seldom come before the courts." - Ibid.

The Sao Miguelan is "rough, industrious, sturdy and tenacious," while the Azorean from the middle and western islands are "affable, somewhat cunning, fond of festivities, and indolent." The people of Pico are a mixture being "vigorous, wholesome, sometimes heroic, and always takes life seriously." - Luis Vaz de Camoes, The Lusiads, trans. William C. Atkinson

Terceirense ethnologist, Luis Riberio, wrote this:

"The contemplation of the sea makes men dreamers, saddens and depresses them with its monotony . . . the rythmmic cadence of the waves and of the tides regulates his slow steps and wooden gestures, gives a tone to his drawl and song-like intonation, wrinkles his face and sharpens his sight."

The "Azoreans make good citizens" a statement which is found endlessly in the literature. For example, this was said by a Kings County citizen: "They are law-abiding, God-fearing folk, good neighbors and liberal givers to any good cause." Azoreans are also considered to be hard workers. A Cape Cod visitor writes, "They manage to do their work without fuss or ostentation. They even create beauty as they work."

A non-Portuguese in the Bay Area wrote this shortly after World War II. It reveals the acceptance of the Portuguese in the surrounding society:

"The Portagees? Sure. Two of my mechanics are Portagee fellas. Over around the church, on Park Boulevard, is where you'll find them. They aren't as clannish as the Mexicans or the Italians either . . . there isn't what you could call a Portuguese neighborhood . . . No, nobody would even think about it if a Portagee was to move in next to them. I wouldn't have thought about it myself, if you hadn't asked." - Guill, History

[Prisoner Of Ice]

In the early 60's the purpose and technology of Neanderthal kilns raged through academia. Fierce debates if they made pottery or simply used these as pressure cookers for food raged in the journals. Many people even back then spoke of the kilns as being part of the playful, experimental nature of Neanderthals.

Today they argue if Thals could even speak. If you try to tell people about Neanderthals kilns in the modern era they'll just roll their eyes at you. "Say what now?"

The Amud skulls went supernova in the 60's and were the hottest topic in the world of anthropology. Political correctness had buried them by the 80's and today few people even know there were several different species of Neanderthals, one of them virtually identical to modern man.

Modern people are so dumb that I am not amazed they argue about whether or not Thals were capable of speech. I am surprised they don't argue if people in the 50's were capable of speech. Modern people talk about their ancestors of fifty years ago like they think they were some sort of grunting cavemen. That generation had an average IQ of 108 if you only counted scores from people with European ancestry. Modern people have an average IQ of 98. If anybody has trouble with speaking, it is modern people.

-Cleveland Mark Blakemore

[Prisoner Of Ice]

Recently a fossilized hominid skull of unusual size and shape was found in Africa not far from the dig that uncovered the boskopoids and the debate rages as to whether this skull is 600,000 years old or came from a layer that was mixed in by erosion which was more than three million years old. Most scientists cope by just pretending the skull wasn't found and ignoring it, similar to the church elders who refused to look through Galileo's telescope.

-CMB on boskops man, which seems to be where I get a lot of my skull shape and size (but without the pedomorphic face).

[Prisoner Of Ice]

The race does not go to the beautiful, smartest, most creative, most handsome, strongest or most agile in life. Evolution does not favor the "good" and punish the "bad." You don't understand what is being talked about. It normally goes to tapeworms and parasitic dung eating opportunists who find shortcuts around all of that.

You must have missed the hardcore scientific evidence that has now spilled out that not only is Homo Sapiens physically smaller in both brain and muscle mass but that every single thing that has been identified as being constructed by him over the past 40,000 years looks like sh*t thrown into a blender while it was turned on.

His weapons, artwork, culture, crafts and habitations seem like the work of children wherever we have Neanderthals to compare with. Imagine a mob of evil rape mongoloids who have throwing arms like Joe Dimaggio and breeds like locusts. The police, fire and rescue crews can't believe this retarded bitch is killing them from thirty meters away with a rain of spears. After all, these are just retards. Yet every time they try to arrest the evil mob of rape retards a hail of deadly spears cuts them down. Nobody can believe it and when you blink there are hundreds more.

This is how the Neanderthal felt. He probably could not fathom how a retarded ass-monkey could possibly prevail against him when he had six times their physical strength and ten times their agility as a warrior. It didn't matter. They always attacked in groups at least 300 strong and just turned the air into a rain of spears everywhere you looked. The Neanderthal never had a chance to fight any of these creatures. They were no warriors and they had no honor. They were evil spear-chucking rape retards and nothing could stop them. They swept over Europe like a zombie invasion and their hideous women dropped litters on the ground as they walked behind them. The mighty Neanderthal's only hope to prevail against this demonic horde was to develop air-cooled fan belt fed machine guns and manufacture bullets a thousand rounds a day. Their technology just could not catch up quickly enough to save them from the drooling horde of the rape retard armies.

-CMB

Sorry I got a little wacky, I just really like these quotes

[alfieb]

"Regardless of whatever happens to the Sicilians, they react to it with humor." -Cicero

[Gorštak]

Karl-Gustav Sauberzweig, commandant of SS Handzar:
"The Bosnian is a very good soldier. His strength lies in the use of terrain and in close combat. With the infantry attack he is in his element. In defense, however, he must be led strictly and with caution. During heavy barrages of enemy artillery and air attacks, he must be led very carefully. He is good natured, but hates the Serbian element. To the officer who wins his heart he will bond himself with an almost childlike loyality. He has an extreme sense of fairness and feeling of honour.
He loves his Bosnian homeland. This strength must be reinforced repeatedly, i.e. it must be stressed that the time when the division returns to the Balkans to save the homeland depends on the individual."

Mesa Selimovic:"
These are smart people;
They receive a mess from the east, and a good life from the west;
They never rush because only life rushes;
They are not interested in what awaits after tomorrow;
What is meant to be will come, and little of it depends on them;
When they are together they are in trouble, for this they do not like to be together often;
They rarely trust anyone, but it’s easiest to fool them with nice words;
They do not resemble heroes, but they are not easily scared with threats;
They pay attention to nothing, they care not of what happens around them;
And then out of nowhere suddenly everything interests them, they flip everything and look around;
Then they become sleepers again and do not like to remember what came to pass;
They are scared of change because it often brings evil;
They are easily fed up with a man, even if he does them good;

Strange people;
They talk bad about you but love you, kiss you on the cheek but hate you;
Laugh at noble deeds but remember them;
They spend most of their life on spite and goodness;
And don’t know which is stronger when;
Evil, good, gentle, raw, unable to move on, stormy, open, hidden;
They are all this and everything in between;
And most importantly they are mine, and I am theirs;
And everything I’m saying; I’m saying about myself."