I love stuff like this. Didn’t a tribe in Africa send America some cows after 9/11? Like this is holy and the most valuable thing we have. We hear your suffering and want to do anything in our power to help
It was not a potato famine. The famine didn’t happen because of the potato yeald failing. Ireland was actually producing more than enough food. However it was almost all land owned by Brittish landowners, who took all of the food out of the country to sell in UK. Potato was what the Irish farmers ate, because it was cheep and could be produced in worst parts of the land, where more profitable food couldn’t be grown. When there were no longer potatos, the decision for the farmers was to either starve and sent the food as rent to the landlords or loose their homes and then starve.
The Brittish goverment was unwilling to do anything for two reasons. First was the laissez-faire capitalistic ideology, that put the rights of property owners to make profits above human lives. Rent freeze was unthinkable and they even were unwilling to do proper relief efforts as free food would lower the cost of food. The second reason was distain for the Irish, and the thought that they were “breeding too much” and the famine was a natural way to trim down the population, aka genocidal reasoning.
This is why it’s important to stress it was not a potato famine. The potato blinght was all over Europe but only in Ireland there was a famine. The reasons behind it had nothing to do with potatos and everything to do with the Brittish.
Apparently what made Choctaw want to offer relief to Irish was the news about the Doolough Tragedy. Hundreds of starving people were gathered for inspection to verify they were entitled to recieve relief. The officials would for *some reason* not do that and instead left to a hunting lodge 19 kilometers away to spend the night and said to the starvqing people they would have to walk there by morning to be inspected. The weather conditions were terrible and many of them died completely needlessly during the walk thoroung day and night.
This apparently reminded the Choctaw of their own very recent (and much more explicit and bigger scale) experiences of ethnic clensing, where they were forcibly relocated. It was basically a death march and thousands of Choctaw died from the terrible conditions also completely needlessly.
In 2015 a memorial named Kindred Spirits was installed in Southern Ireland to commemorate the Chactow donation.
It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and it has me thinking about a topic that’s been much discussed recently - immigration - because some of my ancestors were Irish refugees, fleeing the devastation of the Irish Potato Famine.
This was the era before immigration laws, so they didn’t come “legally.” They just came. Anyone who could buy a boat ticket could come to America in those days. Likely, they traveled on one of those miserable, over-stuffed ships of the era, where passengers bedded down on the deck itself or in the cargo hold between crates and barrels, wherever they could find a spot.
Some cities had their own immigration laws that prevented certain “undesirable” ethnic groups from disembarking, but for the most part, they just got off at whatever port of call the ship was destined for, looked for extended family or friends to help them get set up, and sought work.
It wasn’t easy. The Irish were despised by many, considered dirty and immoral, stealing jobs from native-born Americans. Worse, they were bringing their religion with them from the Old World, and there was a real concern that they were going to try to “take over” America for the Pope.
It needs to be stressed that the Irish were never slaves.
Life was hard for the Irish in America, but they still had personhood. Even Irish who entered into indentured servitude were never actually slaves. They were still considered people, and as soon as their contract ended, they were fully integrated into society as free persons with no stigma attached to their prior servitude. They were never able to be raped, beaten, or slain with impunity the way slaves were. They had the full protection of the law and right to redress in courts. They had property rights and their children did not inherit any condition of servitude.
Again, that doesn’t mean their lives were easy or that there wasn’t a systemic bias against them.
They were going to out-breed Protestants, people warned, and put the country under Catholic law. (My grandmother has told me about things her neighbor said about their fears that President Kennedy would “turn the country over” to the Pope as soon as he won election, so don’t think this is a belief confined to the dark ages of the Victorian era.)
The fear was so pervasive, it gave rise to its own political party, the Know-Nothings, who despised immigrants, but Irish Catholics in particular. It occasionally spilled over into violence, a church burned, a priest attacked, riots breaking out here and there, including one in Kentucky that killed over 20 people.
My ancestors made their way to Ohio, where they settled. I cannot say for certain, but it seems likely some of them got jobs building the Ohio-Erie canal, which bisected the state from Cleveland down to the Ohio River.
The work paid well, but it was brutal, backbreaking labor. The canal was dug with shovels and pick-axes - all three hundred plus miles of it. It was also dangerous. There was a saying that there was a “dead Irishman for every mile of the Canal.”
Their sons fought in the Civil War. At my family’s cemetery, there is a short row of Union soldiers. Their fortunes must have improved by the 1860s, because to transport a body home, you had to pay for it to be embalmed and shipped in a special casket; not everyone could afford that.
The Know-Nothings were still active. Their candidate had lost the prior presidential election (which is pretty much what they deserved for nominating Millard Fillmore. Sheesh.) Most of them joined the newly-formed Republican Party. Lincoln may not have been too happy about having them with him. He wrote to his best friend,
“As a nation, we began by declaring that ‘all men are created equal.’ We now practically read it 'all men are created equal, except [African-Americans].’ When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read 'all men are created equals, except [African-Americans] and foreigners and Catholics.’ When it comes to that I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretense of loving liberty – to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocrisy.”
The Washington Monument still bears the scars of anti-immigrant hatred. Ever wondered why it’s two colors? It’s because of them.
Eliza Hamilton and Dolley Madison were two of the driving forces behind collecting funds for the memorial to our first president. But in 1855, a bunch of the Know Nothings caused the project to grind to a halt. The Pope had donated a stone to be used in the memorial, and they were very upset by that, being just about as anti-Catholic as they were anti-immigrant. They stole the stone and either smashed it to fragments, or threw it in the Potomac.
Congress appropriated $200K to finish the project, but the Know-Nothings arranged to seize control of the memorial association by rigging the election of its officers, and they weren’t about to hand that money over to those shady jerks. The Know-Nothings whined in their newsletter that they were being slandered in the press and that’s why public donations to the memorial fund were virtually nil. The the project went bust in 1855. The memorial was capped about a third of the distance to its present height.
In 1859, after the Know-Nothings lost all of their political power, Congress seized back control of the monument, but then the Civil War took priority. The building didn’t resume until the 1870s, and by then, they had to use stone from another quarry.
Today, depending on the light, you can see the color change starkly on the memorial. It’s a scar caused by ugly sentiments, and it should be a reminder to everyone who views it of the impact to our nation when those views are allowed to take root.
But even with the Know-Nothings gone, the nativist undercurrent remained. In the late 1800s, the nation banned Chinese immigrants, pretty much just because “there are too many Chinese people here.” Those were the first national immigration laws. More would soon follow, and before long, we had Ellis Island. America would no longer be a nation where anyone with money for a boat ticket could flee for a better life.
Back in Ohio, my people had quietly become “Americans.” Somewhere along the line, they became Protestants. They intermarried with other groups to the point where today I proudly refer to my ancestry as “American Mutt.” The only hint of the family’s Irish origins was their surname. I wonder what the original immigrants would have thought had they known there would one day be a holiday where “Everyone is a little Irish,” and people pinch those not wearing green.
