Presenting my credential I am an American of Irish descent. My fraternal grandparents and my maternal great-great parents were Irish immigrants. I am stereotypical Irish looking (broad face, red hair, pasty white skin.) I get a very big kick out of a gorgeous African-American friend of mine, who has one Irish great-great-great grandfather, when she calls herself Irish too.
The kicker is that my friend has already taken two trips to Ireland where she was warmly received as a long lost cousin and I haven’t made the trip yet.
Hey mogiaw! Haven’t seen you here for a while. Hope you’re well. Wondered if you wanted to meet up with a few of us for a pint or three this week (O’Donoghue’s, College Green, Thursday evening)? More here. Also, come and join us at the new NADS message board.
Munch, there was no famine in Ireland. Certainly the potato crop failed but he nation did not live on potato alone. If you were to ignore what your teachers brainwashed you with you would discover that millions of tons of food was exported by the British under armed guard while people died in there thousands in dysentery,diarrhoea and cholera. No famine Munch…try Genocide,it’s closer to the mark.
Same with me. My dad was so proud of being Swiss. But one day I thought “Wait, that was 5 generations back. Unless that Great-grampa Fridolin married a Swiss girl, and their sons married Swiss girls, then we’re pretty much Everything But Swiss by now.”
So I figured it out: I’m 1/64th Swiss, with more English and Dutch. I was disappointed after all the “We’re Swiss! Chocolate and Multi-bladed Knives and Helvetica Bold Forever!” propoganda I’d grown up with. And the barely-spellable name I’d suffered with.
Yeah, but its the wrong time of year. Usually, people who think they are Irish will wait for Samhain. Then, when the bars are fully of happy dancing young people, the Truly Psychotic will jump in spraying an automatic weapon and yelling “Happy Halloween”.
“You just THINK you’re Irish. Actually, yer F-cking Insane.”
Yeah, I know it’s a zombie thread, but I am intrigued to see not one but two - count 'em, two - other posters of joint Scottish/Czech genealogy. My immediate family and I are the only folks of that breed that I knew.
This makes me think about John Barrowman. Does he “think American?” Scottish-born (Glasgow, in fact), but family was relocated to Illinois when he was eight, and he didn’t return to the UK until he was an adult. Is known (in part, and in the UK) for his American accent, although he does have a Scottish voice as well. Dual citizen of the United Kingdom and the United States. He lives in Britain, but comes to the U.S. fairly often. So is he a Briton who can “think American”? Or an immigrant American who moved back to the “old country”? I wonder what he thinks about it, or if he thinks about it at all.
Joining the zombie thread to point out that in *this *part of the South you would say you’re descended from the settlers of Acadia–before it was Nova Scotia. And you would never shut up about being Cajun…
Much of the posing has to do with what the PC ‘experts’ who have been around since at least the 1970s. They are the kind of people who say that “Native Americans don’t look at race as the Europeans do. NA’s will say that even a drop of blood is the same as full blood, to them.” Giving some sort of moral superiority to the legendary Native American. Such is nonsense, of course, but, with the PC tool cackling, usually a school teacher who has ‘authority’ behind them, one can see how the poser can believe it.
handsomeharry
Irish/Creek (Dawes roll family membership;))
I married a man of Western Abenaki heritage, the son of a 15-year-old runaway and some young tribal idiot, who was promptly dumped into foster care and raised by other people. That was in the 1970s. I had no idea what the Dawes Rolls were and neither did he, so we’d be looking kind of blank, too.
Nonetheless, he’s half Native American and looks it, and was born and raised in this part of the US awash in aboriginal names and places, so naturally some people have asked if he’s Mexican. Bless their souls.
