I happened to be on the way to a citizenship ceremony in White Plains when I noticed a sign advertising “The Melting Pot.” This chain restaurant happens to have a fair number of immigrants on staff, I was told, but beyond that, there’s not much of an immigration theme. It’s a fondue place.
Anyway, that prompted me to look into the origin of the “melting pot” term. It’s an idealist notion from a century ago, an alternative to the “Anglo conformity” that was being pushed by Anglo-Protestants as newcomers brought their own traditions, James S. Olson writes in “The Ethnic Dimension in American History.” The idea wasn’t just that everyone in America would mix together, but that the different ingredients would create an entirely new identity.
I consulted Julie Leininger Pycior, a professor of history at Manhattan College. She puts it this way:
The interpretation in vogue today equates the melting pot with assimilation and acculturation… Actually, the melting pot originally meant the forging of a brand-new culture out of
the various traditions…
The original theme was explored in Englishman Israel Zangwill’s 1909 play “The Melting-Pot,” which can be read online
here. In the play, a Jewish refugee describes his idealistic vision of an America that forges a new identity out of many. He holds forth even as others around him squabble over their cultural differences.
… Not understand! … Not understand that America is God’s Crucible, the great Melting Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and reforming! Here you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries. But you won’t be long like that, brothers, for these are the fires of God you’ve come to — these are the fires of God.
… the real American has not yet arrived. He is only in the Crucible, I tell you — he will be the fusion of all races, perhaps the superman.
As the story continues, the characters’ past allegiances, religious differences and the violence of Europe prove impossible to leave behind. The young musician’s notion is tested as events unfold. But then he comes around to watching the sun set over New York, and imagines that he’s watching that giant furnace in action.
There she lies, the great Melting Pot — listen! Can’t you hear the roaring and the bubbling? There gapes her mouth … the harbor where a thousand mammoth feeders come from the ends of the world to pour in their human freight. Ah, what a stirring and a seething!
So we’re not talking melted cheese here. We’re talking chemistry; forged metal; a “smelting” pot, in other words.
In his 1999 book, Olson compares this notion with reality of America over the last century:
The naiveté of the melting-pot ideal came in its assumption that the new culture would appear quickly, fusing every race, color, religion, language, and nationality group into a new whole. … The melting pot may be bubbling, but it is still a long way from creating an America of one race, one religion, and one culture. Pluralism, not complete assimilation, is the reality of life in the United States.
Which brings us back to food metaphors. In Canada, I’ve heard people describe their culture as more of a “tossed salad” than a melting pot. Here in the States, I heard one priest describe our society as more of a “stew.” So, maybe fondue isn’t such a stretch after all.