Whacky World of cultural Weirdness, part 2
I cannot tell you how sick to death I am of hearing people moan about what happened to their ancestors during the Irish Potato Famine. The genocide, racial hatred, diaspora, the…what? You’ve never heard about this?
It took until 1996 for the following to occur (from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Famine_(Ireland):
Francis A. Boyle, a law professor at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, wrote a report commissioned by the New York-based Irish Famine/Genocide Committee, which concluded that the British government deliberately pursued a race and ethnicity-based policy aimed at destroying the group commonly known as the Irish people and that the policy of mass starvation amounted to genocide per the Hague convention of 1948.
What if I raged against every person in Britain for crimes against my race?
And what if I held it against every person who lived in Boston for treating my Irish great grandfather so badly when he came from Ireland with his 13 children to escape the potato famine? Irish were denied jobs, taken advantage of or forced into indentured servitude. Around 60% of Irish children born in Boston during the influx from the potato famine didn’t live to attend 1st grade. Dumped into the worst tenements, many homeless, they fought for survival in a hostile city.
In fact, the hatred of Irish was so bad that at one point a mob of Protestants burned down a Catholic convent. Catholic churches were burned and Irish were murdered simply for believing in a hated religion and being considered another race of people.
What one action gained the Irish respect? Fighting in the Civil War. Determination, fortitude and a great deal of hard work were factors that helped the Irish who survived overcome the obstacles.
I witnessed that fortitude in my father.
My father was a piano mover in Miami, Florida. People from the Northeastern US (especially New York Jewish people) who moved to Miami treated my father like a piece of garbage just because he had a 5th grade education and a southern accent. Would you refuse to tip someone, call him names or refuse a glass of water to the man who moved your piano on his back up 3 flights of stairs simply because he was sweating in the tropical summer heat? After so many years of abuse, my father had no used for “New Yorkers” but when I married a Jewish man from Brooklyn he NEVER said, “I hate you #*$&#$ %*#(@)% people from New York! You should die!” No, he treated husband #2 as part of the family until the day my husband died.
Are you ready to look outside the cultural box yet? Are you ready to see why we need to stop reacting to social media chasm-inducing posts and start thinking about the fact that genocide, servitude racial hatred and diaspora aren’t confined to one race, color or creed?
If so, then you’re prepared for what I have to say about the Whacky World of Cultural Weirdness in part 3.