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My father is Italian. He was born in London in the 1960s. At no point was he ever under the impression that he was English. I assume that no one else, certainly not his Italian parents, considered him to be English either, regardless of his birthplace. Nor did his parents, my grandparents, believe that by moving to London their ethnicity had magically changed and that they were now English too. In fact, judging by conversations I’ve had with my Italian grandmother and my uncle, living in England only served to put the differences between Anglo and Italic in starker contrast. (more…)