I don’t
really care about St. Patrick’s Day. I remember being in high school and our vice
principal would always use my sister J and I as examples when everyone would
ditch for the parade, “If these two can be here, everyone can be here.” But
that’s the thing, my family didn’t go to the parade. I could imagine dad making
us go to mass if we were going to miss school for St. Patrick’s Day. However, I
have a summer birthday, and my friends took to decorating my locker on St.
Patrick’s Day. So it isn’t like I hate the holiday or anything, it just isn’t
my jam.
We’re
pretty Irish. My dad’s family is from County Mayo, and we have a crest in our
house. Actually, we may have kidnapped St. Patrick at some point…family legend,
because every family in Ireland has some connection to St. Patrick. But today
everyone is Irish, wearing their green, and a few idiots their orange, which
will get you an ass kicking from me. So in a moment when everyone wants to
share our heritage, let’s talk a bit about what that means…
I’ll
never stop someone from having a good Irish drink, hell, enjoy yourselves. Part
of Ireland is colonized by the British. The Great Famine (Potato Famine) was a
direct result of English greed when they exported all the food and left the
Irish to die. To starve to death. The Irish Catholic were prohibited from
owning property so all the crops and people were subject to the landlord’s tyranny.
Exporting of food continued, while the previous famine the ports were closed and
prices dropped. Bodies were buried without coffins a few inches below the
ground. John Mitchel said, “The Almighty,
indeed, sent the potato blight, but the English created the Famine.” Some
estimate that the Irish population decreased 20-25% during the Famine. There is
debate as to whether this was a genocide, because a specific race and religion
were targeted by policies to destroy them. This caused many to flee Ireland
many coming to the US.
The English
also destroyed our language, by not allowing laws or schools to use it, as a
means to forcibly assimilate the people. They murdered people organizing for
equal rights on Bloody Sunday. There was so much violence…
I guess
it would just be nice if tonight when everyone is drunk and screaming “Body of
an American” they remember like any other racial and ethnic identity there is
some baggage to care with it. Take up the banner if you want, but there is more
to being Irish than being drunk and violent. I guess, I'd also take a minute to remember the colonized and invaded peoples of the world right now, I'm looking at you Putin and Obama.
This was
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World Service poll of listeners in 2002.