Another St. Patrick’s Day is upon us.  And despite the stereotypes of leprechauns and pots’o’gold, Irish Americans will proudly show off their green and hoist a pint. Each surely aware of how their ancestors overcame oppression and famine to become a glowing success in American society. The media will be awash in positive Irish movies and celebrations.

Unlike Italian Americans who struggle to defend the legacy of Christopher Columbus from myth and distortion, the Irish patron saint thrives on myth and shuns historical accuracy.  To wit: he drove out the snakes of Ireland and converted the pagan Irish using the shamrock to explain the Trinity.  That Patrick was a Roman of Italic stock, kidnapped from England as a teen by Irish pirates doesn’t figure big in the festivities.

St. Patrick’s Cathedral, just the tip
of Irish accomplishments

In 1995, scholar Thomas Cahill found a publisher for his book with the seductive title, How the Irish Saved Civilization.   It became a bestseller, spent nearly two years on the New York Times best-seller list, and sold around two million copies thus far.  According to AI the book continues to be relevant, finding its way into reading lists for world history courses.  I’m sure it’s also among the educational gifts with which Irish grandparents inspire their adolescent grandkids. 

I would guess that Cahill sold most of his books to Irish Americans.  (Would Italian Americans support a book titled How Italians Saved Civilization?  Ask any Italian American activist what publishers have constantly told them: ‘Italians don’t buy books.’  But that’s a topic for another day.)

The Irish captured Hollywood
the right way.

Cahill’s book has been criticized as simplistic.  It was rejected by five publishing houses before it was accepted by Nan A. Talese at Doubleday in 1991.   Nan (née Ahearn) has Irish roots but is married to Italian American author Gay Talese.  So, Cahill had a sympathetic landsman.  The story he unfolds is true enough, Irish monks did copy Greco-Roman manuscripts during the Dark Ages.  However, they weren’t the only monks or scholars ‘saving civilization’ in Europe.  Moreover, who taught those Irish monks to read and write Latin? – that began with the Roman St. Patrick.

Historically, Ireland was never the seat of civilization, nor did the Irish have a ‘renaissance.’ Even after independence from Great Britain in 1922 they never amounted to anything until they joined the European Union in 1999 and received billions of euros to modernize.  Even then, in 2008, they needed another costly bailout by the EU and the International Monetary Fund. Thereafter they cleverly attracted 9 out of 10 major pharmaceutical companies with a bargain corporate tax rate and an educated population that spoke English.  Today, the Irish rank 2nd in European per capita income ($133,895), #4 is tiny San Marino ($86,989), with Italy coming in #18 ($56,905).

Director John Ford’s
Sgt Quincannon,
the hard-drinking Irish patriot

But the Irish have plenty to be proud of right here in America.  Their awakening and greatness were here.  Their practical intellect and ability to network established the American Catholic Church and parochial school system, they quickly took control of police forces, unions, and politics in major cities within decades of arrival.  By 1961 they had an Irish president (JFK).  Even Jewish-dominated Hollywood sang their praises with positive movie images, from idyllic Irish priests (Bing Crosby, Pat O’Brien) to heroic, hard-drinking soldiers winning the West and all our wars.  Even their cinematic criminals came from honest families who were victims of society not their own nature.

I can’t resist juxtaposing what the Irish accomplished with our ‘community.’  Italy was, in fact, the seat and savior of civilization.  Our ancestors launched the Renaissance and opened the New World.  Nevertheless, whatever great deeds we accomplished for humanity or for America a perverse minority of filmmakers managed to suppress and distort into stereotypes.  Try finding an Italian American in Hollywood hoisting a Chianti for Columbus next October.

Although they remain susceptible to some stereotypes, Irish Americans are not overwhelmed by them, nor do they have a clique of professional defamers grinding out negative media images as Italian Americans have.   Whitey Bolger will never reach the heights of John Gotti.  An arrest of an 85-year-old wise guy for illegal gambling will always grab more headlines than stories of endemic alcoholism or predatory priests.

If I’m wearing green today, it’s for envy.  -JLM