As long as they help Die Mannschaft win a World Cup then the Turks are okay. I had a boss in NYC that’s a Turkish-German and his family has a Turkish restaurant in Munich that apparently does well. I will say this. I’ve shared this before, but my dad was from West Germany. His mother, my Oma, turned 19 the day before he was born in January of 1946. He was one of the 250,000 German children born to an American soldier at the end of the war. He never met his dad and we only think we know the last name. Anyhow my Oma turned 6 years old six days before Hitler became the chancellor. She lost her older brother at Stalingrad in 1942, a fact I learned only because my dad told me three months before he died. He never talked about Germany and neither did my Oma. Very dark time for humanity and I am not real certain I want to know more about the family from that time. All I ever really knew is my dad’s Opa did most of the raising of my dad and that he had served the entirety of WWI for the Germans and apparently was rather tall and had a life size photo of him in uniform from the war. I know that one thing he did with my dad was he was scared of the dark. At age 7 he took him in their wagon and dropped him off in a field outside of my dad’s hometown of Eschwege overnight and came back for him the next morning. So yes the Germans are an entirely different group of people than everyone else around them.