Friends, on Sunday, March 15th, I gave the keynote address at the 46th Annual Dick Dowling Statue Commemoration in Houston. What follows is the text of my address.
First of all, let me say that you for
inviting me here to speak to you today. It is quite an honor for this
Irish-American. It is fitting that we are gathered here, with Houston’s own
Irish hero, to mark what promises to be a fun week for those of us who’s
families hail from the Emerald Isle. Historical remembrance is important. If
ever we stop passing that legacy down to the next generation, then the deeds of
the brave men and women who have come before us will disappear from our
collective conscious and that is something that we must strive to avoid.
Ireland and America
have long shared a bond of friendship brought on by shared blood. Today, three
times more people claim Irish ancestry than live in Ireland, so it is
understandable that the two countries would have so much in common. On March 17th,
the day set aside for our Patron Saint, Patrick, it is easy to get lost in the
revelry and forget the difficult and dangerous road that our ancestors traveled
down so that we could live in the kind of country that now celebrates the very
heritage that it once scorned. But how did that happen? How did we get to where
we are today? Like the poem on the base of the Statue of Liberty that says
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses”, Ireland did just that,
helped along by the English. Indeed, the Irish would transition from huddled
masses to heroes. For every Dick Dowling, who we honor here today, there were
hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands more who also came over from the Old
Country who fought and died for their adopted home, be it North or South. They
shed their blood and often sacrificed their lives so that future generations of
Americans of Irish descent could find the acceptance that their ancestors so
desperately wanted. The Civil War, friends, was more than just a battle for the
soul of a nation. For the Irish, it was a battle for acceptance. And that is
what I will say a few brief remarks on today.
If
you will permit me a brief interlude first, I would like to explain how I came
to know Dick Dowling. I grew up in Port Arthur, Texas, just a few miles from
Sabine Pass where Dowling and his intrepid band of Irishmen performed a feat,
rarely paralleled in the annals of military history. We first learned about him
in third grade when I was a young student at Robert E. Lee Elementary. We also
had a Dick Dowling Elementary, but alas, I lived in Lee’s attendance zone. That
same year my parents took me to the annual Dowling festival and reenactment at
Sabine Pass. That gave me my first glimpse at Civil War reenacting. Eleven
years later, as a 19 year old college student, I would participate in my first
reenactment at that same spot. I have long been aware of my Irish heritage.
With Fitzgerald blood in my veins, it is hard not to be. As a child, it gave me
quite a thrill to know that merely a few miles and one hundred and twenty years
(at that time) separated me from men with blood the same as mine who so bravely
stood their ground and defended the very spot where I lived. From that moment
on, I think that it was almost inescapable that I would gravitate towards the
study of history and though I took a circuitous route, end up teaching it. So
long as we are aware of where we came from, I think the bonds of time do not
seem so significant. Which is why we should know not only the glorious
triumphs, but also the toils and struggles that our ancestors faced.
The
reasons why so many Irish men, women, and children immigrated to the United
States in the 1840s and 50s is well known to all here. During the years of the
Great Hunger, though specific numbers are hard to pin down, roughly a million
people died and an equal number crossed the Atlantic on the coffin ships. In a
ten year period, the overall population of Ireland dropped significantly. In
Connaught, for example, the population loss from 1841-1851 was close to 30%.
What I find interesting is that the destination of the ship leaving Ireland
would later determine which side of the Civil War the men fought on. My
ancestors boarded a vessel bound for New Orleans, as did Dowling’s family.
Indeed, New Orleans received the third largest number of Irish immigrants
during these years, trailing only New York and Boston. This transformed the
Crescent City to one that in the late 19th Century would be
identified as being thoroughly Irish. If Dowling’s family had boarded a
different boat, he might very well have been commanding troops in the Northern
Army during the War. Such is the fickle nature of history. However, when the
Irish arrived in the United States, they found a nation that shared the same
deeply rooted prejudices against Catholicism that also existed in England and
thus rather than welcoming them with open arms, the Irish faced a struggle for
survival which would also transform into a struggle for the soul of a nation.
But I have yet to meet and Irishman yet who is not up for a challenged.
The
Irish have been in the Americas for quite some time, but it wasn’t until large
numbers of them arrived in a short time period that any problems really
existed. In the 1850s, a new political party emerged which we today call the
Know Nothing Party, though active for only a short time, the party reflected
the views of many in American society who saw the poverty and Catholicism of
the Irish immigrants as a threat to the establishment. A series of riots
occurred across the country in the 1840s and1850s. 22 people were killed in a
Know Nothing riot in Louisville, Kentucky in 1855 when Irish voters going to
the polls to elect a mayor were attacked by Nativist mobs. In Maine, a Catholic
priest was tarred and feathered. Mobs attacked Catholic Churches in places like
Philadelphia and Baltimore in the mid 1840s. After learning of a church being
burned in Philadelphia and the deaths of twelve people, the Bishop of New York,
“Dagger” John Hughes placed armed guards around the Catholic Churches in the
city and said “if a single Catholic Church is burned, this city will become a
second Moscow” (in reference to the Russians burning Moscow in advance of
Napoleon’s Army). A single church was not burned in that city, at least. I
mention all this not to dredge up the past or to reopen old wounds, but it is
important for those of us of Irish descent to understand that things were not
always the way they are now. This is what makes that struggle for acceptance
all the more important. Here in the States, the Irish were routinely portrayed
as monkeys in newspaper cartoons, just as they were in England. Though some
stereotypes still do persist in the media, by and large we don’t get compared
to monkeys these days and so I think we have moved in the right direction. But
how does the Civil War factor into this?
When
war came to the United States, the Irish eagerly volunteered to fight. An
estimated 150,000 Irishmen served in the Union armies, including seven who
reached the rank of general. Who can forget the heroic charge of the Irish
Brigade up Marye’s Heights at Fredericksburg where they suffered 40 percent
casualties in the space of a few minutes. Their gallantry was cheered by their
Confederate foes, who included a number of Irish among them as well. Consider
the words of General Pickett “Your soldiers heart almost stood still as
we watched those sons of Erin fearlessly rush to their death. The brilliant
assault on Marye's Heights of the Irish Brigade was beyond description.
Why, we forgot they were fighting us and cheer after cheer went up along our
lines.” The states which would make up the Confederacy, with the
exception of Louisiana, did not receive near the same number of Irish
immigrants, but that did not stop those who did live in the South from
embracing the war just as their northern countrymen did. New Orleans sent
several regiments to the Confederate cause which were made up of large numbers
of Irish Immigrants. Groups like the Louisiana Tigers, who would later give
their name to LSU as a mascot, and the 6th Louisiana Infantry. Had
our friend Dowling not made his way to Houston, he no doubt would have been
serving in one of those regiments. Historians like to look back in time and
ascribe grand motives to the reasons why people did the things they did. I am
not one of those historians. Each Irishman who enlisted in either army did so
for his own reasons that, absent written evidence to the contrary, we will
never know. North and South, Irish troops were well known for the gallantry. General
Lee’s Chief of Artillery, Edward Porter Alexander said “They problem with the Yankees is that their cavalry can’t ride and
their infantry, except the Irish, can’t fight.” And when we discuss the
brave Confederate Irish who stood against
overwhelming odds at Sabine Pass, so too should we mention that there were
Irishmen in those Union vessels as well. How tragic it is that men who fled
oppression in their own country ended up shooting at each other in this
country, but history is full of such tales.
Though
Irish support for the war in the North waned as it dragged on, the men who
followed the green flags into battle did not waver from the course. After the
war, they returned home, some broken in body, others in mind, but all changed
by the experience that they had lived through. Did all anti-Irish feeling
disappear as soon as the war was over? Certainly not. You can still see
anti-Irish cartoons well into the 1880s, but public perception had softened
somewhat, particularly in the North where the once scorned immigrant group had
proven themselves every bit as American as the next by their courage under
fire. In the post war United States, Irishmen built the Transcontinental
Railroad headed west as Chinese immigrant labor built it headed east. Irishmen
policed the streets of New York, Boston, Chicago, and New Orleans. They fought
the fires. They and their descendants continued to fight for the country that
took them in and still do to this day. Though as years passed, they may have
dropped the “O” or the “Mc” prefix from their last name, they remained Irish.
Perhaps it is because of the forced separation from their home which led Irish
Americans to hold so strongly onto those connections. But over time, Irish
immigrants came to find something in America that they so desperately wanted
back home. Liberty. Freedom. The right to be judged based on your character
rather than your ethnicity or your religion. All of these things were, and
perhaps are still, dear to the Irish people whether here or in Ireland. The
Civil War provided the perfect avenue for them to strive to achieve it. Over
time, the rest of American came to understand this as well. Those sacrifices on
oft forgotten fields one hundred and fifty years ago still resonate with
Irish-Americans today as that is the reason why we are able to gather and
celebrate our heritage as we are doing now. Our ancestors paid for that right
of acceptance with their blood. Though St. Patrick’s Day is, and should be, a
cause for celebration, we must also remember that we are but a few generations
removed from a time in which to be Irish was to be scorned. So if you are
hoisting a pint on Tuesday, please drink a toast to the spirits of those who
came before us. If Guinness is scarce in heaven, which I don’t think it is, I’m
sure they’ll appreciate it.
I’ve
never met an Irishman, myself included, who did not have the gift of gab, so I
will now bring this to a close. The moral of my story today, dear friends, is
that the history of the Irish in America is a triumphant one because we had to
overcome great hardships to be where we are today, not in spite of it. The
United States did not simply decide on a whim that Irishness was something to
be celebrated. The Irish had to fight for it and they paid a very high price.
To be frank, this is the same struggle that immigrant groups have faced ever
since the Irish arrived be they Italian, Russian, Vietnamese, or Mexican.
Though many of our families have been in this country for a long, long time, we
must always remember that they too came here seeking a better life. Each
successive wave of immigrants has had to fight its own battle for acceptance
and its own battle to become American. Today you’d be hard pressed to find a
group more proud of their heritage than the Irish-Americans but you’d also be
hard pressed to find one more patriotic as well. A scan of the list of fallen
soldiers, sailors, airmen, and Marines over the past ten years yields quite a
few Irish surnames, proof that the spirit of Dowling, Meagher, and Cleburne
lives on today. Thank you for having me speak to you today. May God Bless
America and May God Save Ireland.
The Redhead is always a hit with the old men.
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