September 28, 2024

The Dynasties of Italy: The House of Carafa


Reprinted from Western Exile @westernexile


Origin: Naples

States: Kingdom of Naples, Papal States

Highest Titles: Pontifex Maximus (Pope), Prince of Roccella, of Anzi, of Avella, of Belvedere, Duke of Andria, of Bruzzano, of Noja, Count of Policastro

Heraldic Blazon


Gules, three fesses Argent


As a cadet branch of the ancient House of Caracciolo, the Carafa may have adopted a variant of their arms. Legend, however, attributes both the Carafa name and arms to a dramatic incident of bravery, detailed in the overview below.


Heraldic Variants


Over time, the Carafa of Naples themselves split into two cadet branches, the della Spina, who added the green thorn to their arms, and the della Stadera, who adorned the heraldic compartment with a set of scales - both literal depictions of their names.

Extended Titles

As one of the oldest and most prestigious dynasties of the Neapolitan nobility, over the centuries the Carafa would hold a staggering array of fiefdoms and titles, including 236 baronies, 29 countships, 23 marquisates, 25 dukedoms and 13 princeships.

Overview 


The more prosaic accounts detail how the Carafa gradually emerged as a distinct branch of the Caracciolo family, initially acquiring 'Carafa' as a nickname on account of their role overseeing the campione della carafa - a tax levied on wine.

Or, more poetically, how a Pisan ancestor saved Emperor Henry VI from an assassin's blade. The grateful sovereign marked his armour with his bloodied fingers, declaring "Cara fe m'è la vostra" - "Dear is your loyalty to me" - giving the Carafa their name and arms.
What is unambiguous is that the Carafa had risen to prominence by the 14th century, when Bartolomeo Carafa served the Angevin King Robert of Naples as a judge and diplomat, before being elected to one of the seven Sedili, or patriciate councils, of Naples in 1331.
Through two of Bartolomeo's sons, Andrea and Tommaso, the della Spina and della Stradera branches of the Carafa would be born, and shrewdness saw them flourish over the course of the failed Hungarian, and later successful Aragonese conquest of the Kingdom of Naples.
This was particularly so for the Stradera line, as Antonio Carafa's loyal support for Alfonso V of Aragon proved fruitful when the latter conquered Naples in 1442. Under Alfonso and his successor Ferrante, the Carafa occupied ever greater civil and military offices.
Indeed in 1458, King Ferrante's word saw Antonio's grandson Oliviero nominated Archbishop of Naples, launching an illustrious career in the Church that would be crowned by a cardinalate in 1467, and command of a crusade against the Ottoman Turks in 1472.
The ultimate dynastic prize followed 83 years later, when Oliviero's nephew, Gian Pietro Carafa, was elected Pope Paul IV in 1555. While lasting only four years, his pontificate was a stormy one, dominated by repression and vain hostility towards the Spanish.
Despite the ignominy surrounding Paul's pontificate, the many branches of the Carafa would thrive for centuries to come, producing their sixteenth cardinal in the 19th century. The Stadera line continues to be represented in Naples today through the Dukes of Andria.
Illustrious Members


Oliviero Carafa (1430-1511)

The first Carafa to serve as Archbishop of Naples and earn international renown, Oliviero was one of the most remarkable figures of the 15th century, with achievements stretching far beyond the traditional remit of a cleric.

In 1472, the cardinal assumed military command as an admiral on an extraordinary crusade against the Ottoman Empire, wreaking havoc on the Turkish port of Antalya, and bearing the mighty harbour chain back as a spoil of victory to Rome, where he was received in triumph.
Oliviero was lauded too as a patron of the arts, both in Rome and in Naples, and is credited as one of the key drivers of the Neapolitan Renaissance, nurturing the seeds first planted by King Alfonso the Magnanimous. The only prize to elude him would be the Papal Tiara itself.
Gian Pietro Carafa (1476-1559)

ELECTED POPE PAUL IV 23rd MAY 1555

While raised with a thoroughly Renaissance education, Carafa would be defined by his fierce rejection of the direction Europe was taking, and his resentment at Spanish influence over Italy.

In his enforcement of Church authority, Paul was resolute. Strengthening the Inquisition, he banned all Protestant publications and condemned the prevalence of nudity in art, beginning the trend of promoting modesty through the addition of fig leaves to paintings and sculpture.
Yet most controversial of all, especially centuries later, was 'cum nimis absurdum'. Issued by Paul on the 15th July 1555, the Papal Bull initiated the most severe crackdown on the Jews in Church history, establishing the Jewish Ghetto in Rome and a host of punitive laws.
Barred from most professions and from owning real estate, the Jews of Rome were required to identify themselves with yellow hats, while the gates of the walled Ghetto were locked at night - an order largely maintained until the nationalist conquest of the city in 1870.
A sternly austere man, his moral reforms, at times undermined by nepotism and his determination to oust Spain from Naples, would earn him scant affection when he died just four years after his election. Across the city, the Carafa arms were pulled down in a wave of sudden riots.
Gregorio Carafa (1615-1690)

Following dramatic success serving the Knights as a naval commander against the Turks, Gregorio was appointed the 62nd Grand Master of the Order of Saint John in 1680, being the first Italian to achieve this in over a century.

Architectural Legacies 


The Carafa Chapel, Basilica of Santa Maria Sopra Minerva, Rome

Commissioned around 1488 by Oliviero Carafa in honour of Saint Thomas Aquinas, the Chapel, frescoed by Filippino Lippi, also houses the tomb of the cardinal's nephew, Pope Paul IV.

The Succorpo Chapel, Duomo of Naples

Commissioned in 1497 by Oliviero Carafa, the Chapel, which features a sculpture of the cardinal himself, forms the crypt of the Cathedral and traditionally houses the relics of the city's patron - Saint Januarius.

The Chiostro del Bramante, Rome

The third great commission of Oliviero Carafa, the classical cloister of Santa Maria della Pace was designed around 1500 by the great Donato Bramante, the man who would conceive the new Saint Peter's Basilica itself.

September 26, 2024

A Look at the 98th Annual Feast of San Gennaro in Little Italy, New York

San Gennaro, ora pro nobis
Mass was celebrated by Monsignor David Cassato
First-class relic of San Gennaro inside Most Precious Blood Church
A first-class relic of San Gennaro is worn by the statue  
The Cross of the Sacred Military Constantinian Order of St. George
Members of the Sacred Military Constantinian Order of St. George
Members of the Knights of Columbus Color Guard
The feast day procession begins outside Most
Precious Blood Church on Baxter Street
The outdoor shrine to San Gennaro on Mulberry Street
Gianna, John, Mario, and Nicky Boy at the Italian American Emporium
Puppy Love! Nicky Boy and Gianna with Tralfaz
(L) I met Tommy "Cutlets" DeVito. (R) Detail of Caffe Napoli's pizza oven
Our buddy Louis at Caffe Napoli
I had seafood every Wednesday and Friday
I've never eaten so many zeppoli in my life
Our Friends at E. Rossi & Co.
Italian American Future Leaders and friends at Red Sauce Studio
(Above and below) A good time was had by all
John served as MC on Karaoke Night
The ladies sang their hearts out
 As always, the Karaoke Nights drew large crowds
There was fantastic live entertainment every day and night

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September 22, 2024

Happy Autumn!

Photo by New York Scugnizzo
The Fall Equinox marks the transition of summer into winter. To celebrate the occasion and the season of Autumn, we would like to share a poem by Vittorio Clemente from Dialect Poetry of Southern Italy: Texts and Criticism (A Trilingual Anthology) edited by Luigi Bonaffini, Legas, 1997, p.37.

A tiempe de sorve

Nu gricele alla vite...Me retrove
ancora na cullane
de sorve mmane; e quile piuoppe ancore
remire abballe l'acque chela fronna
gialle che treme e lùcceche, ammussite
mpizze a nu rame nire; e revà ammonte
la voce, pe lu colle: "Quande è tiempe
de sorve, amore amore, già l'estate
ha pigliate la vie d'attraviezze..."
E pure mandemane, chela fronne
se raggruglie a nu fiate
de la muntagne. E dellà da nu vele
de nebbie, nfunne funne alla campagne,
chi ancora chiame? Chi redà na voce?
When Sorbs are in Season
A chill comes over me... a necklace
of sorbs, even now, in my hands;
even now the poplar
sees in the river
the shimmer of a yellow leaf
dangling from the tip
of a blackened bough... and a voice
surges through the hills: "When sorbs
my love, are in season, summer is already in flight..."
Later this morning the leaf
will shrivel, at a whish
of mountain wind. From across a veil
of fog, from far away across the fields,
who'll call out, even now? Whose voice will ring?

(Translated by Anthony Molino)

September 7, 2024

"The Rescue," Monument to Firefighter Joseph Maffeo, in Staten Island, New York

Taking a short walk after my doctor's appointment Friday afternoon, I stumbled upon the Joseph Maffeo Monument outside Staten Island University Hospital along Seaview Avenue in Staten Island, New York. Titled "The Rescue," the bronze sculpture depicting the heroic Maffeo saving a baby was conceived by celebrated artist Gregory Perillo. The dramatic portrayal pays tribute to all the brave firefighters who lost their lives in the tragic events of September 11, 2001.

September 6, 2024

Ponderable Quote from “Meditations” by Emperor Marcus Aurelius

A branch severed from an adjoining branch necessarily becomes severed from the whole tree. A man, likewise, who has been divided from any of his fellows has thereby fallen away from the whole community. But whereas the branch is lopped by some other hand, the man, by his feelings of hatred or aversion, brings about his own estrangement from his neighbour, and does not see that at the same time he has cut himself off from the whole framework of society. Nevertheless it is in our power, by grace of Zeus the author of all fellowship, to grow back and become one with our neighbour again, so playing our part once more in the integration of the whole. Yet if such acts of secession are repeated frequently, they make it difficult for the recusant to achieve this reunion and restitution. A branch which has been partner of the tree's growth since the beginning, and has never ceased to share its life, is a different thing from one that has been grafted in again after a severance. As the gardeners say, it is of the same tree, but not of the same mind.

* Reprinted from Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, translated by Maxwell Staniforth, Penguin Books, 1984, pp. 168-169

** Portrait bust of Marcus Aurelius Roman, Antonine period, A.D. 161-180, Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City (photo by New York Scugnizzo)

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September 5, 2024

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September 4, 2024

Wednesday’s Child

Jenna Ortega as Wednesday Addams dancing to Goo Goo Muck by the Cramps
Wednesday’s child is full of woe. [1]
Try as I might, I cannot fully escape the gratuitous sex and violence or the unwanted political and social commentary by online dullards. The negativity is ubiquitous and inevitably creeps into my timeline. The same also goes for vacuous celebrity news and gossip. Normally, I pay them no heed and scroll right past the inanity, but the recent controversy concerning actress Jenna Ortega's identity caught my attention and I thought I would briefly weigh in on the topic.

For those of you who are unaware, some irate internet trolls with nothing better to do have taken to calling Miss Ortega a “fake Latina” and a “gringa” because she is not fluent in Spanish. The American-born actress responded to the offensive accusations by saying she felt “shame” and commendably expressed a desire to be more “in touch” with her Hispanic (i.e., Mexican and Puerto Rican) roots. 
Unfamiliar with her work, all I know is that she played Wednesday in the titular Addams Family spin-off released on Netflix in 2022. From what I gather the show was quite successful and very popular with young people. I attempted to watch it for this write-up, but it was a little too jejune and girl-bossy for my taste.

So what does any of this have to do with us? Like the pochos (American-born Mexicans), we Italian Americans take a lot of abuse from our kinfolk back in the old country, many of whom vehemently despise and disavow us. In our case, this is mostly due to "embarrassing" cultural differences, but also for not speaking the language properly or at all. Can’t say I blame them in some cases, I find many of my ethnic compatriots to be shameful and undesirable myself, but this has nothing to do with language. At the same time, let's not pretend that Italy was spared the corrupting scourge of Western Modernity. The degree of subversion may vary, but neither side emerged unscathed. Globalism is doing to the Italians what Americanism is doing to the diaspora.

It should also come as no surprise that people often try to make me feel ashamed for not speaking Italian. What’s curious about this is, Italian is not even my ancestral tongue. My ancestors left Italy for America at the turn of the twentieth century and very likely only spoke their native Neapolitan and Sicilian languages. If by some miracle my family did not assimilate and were able to pass their languages on to me, Italian would in all likelihood not have been one of them. Don’t get me wrong, I'd prefer to be multilingual and it would be better if I was, but I'm not and I don’t feel any less Italian for it.

Born and raised in America, the blood coursing through my veins is still Southern Italian (Neapolitan and Sicilian). My nationality is American, but my ethnicity is Italian. People can learn a language but they can't change their ethnicity. I didn't magically turn into an Englishman just because I speak English. For the same reasons, Miss Ortega is Latina (Mexican and Puerto Rican), whether she speaks Spanish or not. [2] Italian and Spanish speakers may not like it, but it doesn’t change the reality. Now, if I were of mixed ancestry (some would argue that being Neapolitan and Sicilian is mixed ancestry), that would be a whole other conversation, and I'm not prepared to wade into that hornet's nest just yet.

Now culturally, I am a hybrid. I was raised to love my Southern Italian heritage and folkways and I jealously guard the customs, values, and traditions that were passed down to me as best I can. At the same time, my parents exposed me to other cultures in an attempt to broaden my horizons. Because of this, I've adopted many customs of these United States and I'm an unabashed Anglophile (not to mention Francophile, Hispanophile, et al.). I know it's an unpopular opinion to harbor today, but I have a deep admiration for the founding stock of our country and by extension the British Isles. Too complex to explain here, I will happily expand on this at a later date.


I don’t know where Jenna Ortega stands on any of these issues, nor do I care. I also don't care what any of the naysayers think. Petty gatekeepers be damned, we're
Duosiciliano Americans. Our lineage and culture hails from Southern Italy and we should do everything in our power to strengthen ties and work with our brethren back in our ancestral homeland and scattered around the world. We are an organic outgrowth of ancient peoples and embody the noble spirit of our forbears. Our faith, traditions, and ancestors are our identity. Without them we are nothing.


~ By Giovanni di Napoli, September 3rd, Feast of St. Pius X

Notes
[1] Excerpt from “Monday’s Child,” a nursery rhyme by an unknown author first published in 1838 in A.E. Bray’s Traditions of Devonshire, Vol. II, pp.287-288. Being a Wednesday child myself, one of the few things I enjoyed about Netflix's Wednesday was the discovery of this poem:

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace.
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go.
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living.
And the child born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.

[2] You can argue that she is not really Mexican or Puerto Rican because she is mixed, but she is undeniably Latina. The Oxford Languages definition is clear: "a woman or girl of Latin American origin or descent."

September 3, 2024

Meridiunalata: “Nu Frato” by Cav. Charles Sant'Elia

Reprinted from Cav. Charles Sant'Elia's Meridiunalata / Southernade, an evocative bilingual collection of poetry written in Neapolitan and translated to English between 1989 and 2010.*

Nu Frato

Frato mio bello ca cierte ntaglie
E sculture sapive fà,
Ca tu fusse ancora cà
Pe me disegnà nu poco ‘e vita,
Fuorze dint’a nu quatro
O na statolella o nu busto.
Ca i’ fosse pittore pe fà ‘o ritratto tujo
Ca siécule appriesso vedésseno
L’uocchie tuoje ch’hanno veduto sulo
Bellezza ncopp’’o munno.
‘A quanno ‘o Signore te pigliaje
Simmo nuje ‘e muorte
Senza ogge e dimane.
Papà se cagnaje ‘o nomme
Ca quanno ‘a gente ‘o chiammava
Isso te senteva ‘annummenà.
‘O’ sebburco tujo nun nce puteva
Manco méttere chelle léttere
Ca nce dicéveno alluccanno
Ca tu nun staje chiù int’’a sta casa.

A Brother

My handsome brother who knew how to make
certain carvings
And sculptures,
Would that you were still here
To design a little bit of life for me,
Perhaps a picture
Or a little statue or a bust.
Would that I were a painter to do your portrait
So that centuries later they’d see
Your eyes that saw only
Beauty in the world.
Since the Lord took you
We are the dead ones
Without today or tomorrow.
Papa changed his name
For when people called him
He heard your name being called.
Even on your grave He couldn’t put those letters
That said shouting to us
That you are no longer in this house.

* Self-published in 2010, Meridiunalata / Southernade is a treasury of poems gleaned from Cav. Sant'Elia's previous collections (Nchiuso dint''o presente, 'A cuntrora, and 'O pino e l'éllera), which were circulated among friends in New York City and Naples. Special thanks to Cav. Sant'Elia for allowing us to reprint his poetry and translations.

September 2, 2024