Friedrich Drumpf was an immigrant from Germany, who wanted to start a new life in America. He would work odd jobs, trying to make something for himself. After trying to make ends meet in New York and failing, living in tiny immigrant apartments and living with relatives, he moved to Seattle, where he started his "first business, a late-night restaurant in the sleazy end of town. He did what he could to survive, learning to navigate the district's saloons, opium parlours, pawn shops, and brothels," according to the Daily Mail.
He would then open a hotel, catering to miners seeking gold. According to the family's biographer, the restaurant was decadent. A patron would advise visitors, especially "respectable" women traveling alone not "to go there to sleep as they are liable to hear that which would be repugnant to their feelings – and uttered, too, by the depraved of their own sex," he wrote in a letter to the Yukon Sun newspaper.
Drumpf would make enough money to return to Germany, but he came back to the U.S., this time bringing an immigrant wife, to start a family. They had a son, who would also marry an immigrant, who was born in Scotland.
They would have a son. His name was Donald Trump (his last name based on his grandfather's changed name from "Drumpf" to "Trump"" and who would eventually marry three times, one an immigrant from Czechoslovakia and another, another immigrant, this time from Slovenia.
Donald Trump, before you utter your next attacks on immigration, please remember where you and your family came from, please remember the hardships, the pain, the suffering your grandfather experienced as an immigrant, how the powers that be made it difficult for immigrants to survive then just as today, how critics attacked your grandfather trying to make a living and how he had to do things that your followers today would not define as "good."
You've obviously tapped in a large source of people who hate immigrants, but is this where you really want to take America, to promote the hatred brewing among people who have forgotten their own roots, who forgot that the Native Americans were here first, who forgot that America, as exemplified by the Statue of Liberty, "A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she with silent lips.
"Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
...the same mighty woman who welcomed your grandfather, your mother, your wives, the same woman crying now at the hatred spewed. Unless you and your followers are Native Americans, we are all immigrants, we are all "illegal."