I went to a Catholic University and there's something about being a Catholic-American. You know, St. Patrick's Day is, I'm Irish-Catholic. There's alcoholism in my family. It's like I've got to be Catholic, right?
I was raised Irish Catholic, but I don't consider myself Irish Catholic: I consider myself me, an American.
And I'm a Catholic, from an Irish Catholic family, and we know plenty of stuff about guilt.
I'm one hundred percent Irish, and I'm very proud that I'm Irish American, though I don't know exactly where my ancestors came from. I just know County Cork.
I'm Irish. That means I'm Catholic. But, truth is, now I'm a retired Christian.
I grew up Irish Catholic with a bunch of kids at Catholic school.
My mom's family was 100 percent Irish, in the American way of being Irish, and then my dad was half Irish.
I didn't grow up in the Catholic church, but I went to a Catholic high school and a Catholic college, and the Jesuit priests are not saints floating around campus.
I was raised Irish Catholic and went to Holy Names Academy, an all-girl's private Catholic school. I loved the nuns there and I love them to this day.
Being Irish-American myself, Irish-American material is readily at hand to me.
The phrase the violent bear it away fascinated the 20th century Irish-American storyteller Flannery O'Connor, who used it as the title of one of her novels. O'Connor's surname connects her to an Irish royal family descended from Conchobor (pronounced Connor), the prehistoric king of Ulster who was foster father to Cuchulainn and husband of the unwilling Derdriu. In the western world, the antiquity of Irish lineages is exceeded only by that of the Jews.
It is sufficient to say, what everybody knows to be true, that the Irish population is Catholic, and that the Protestants, whether of the Episcopalian or Presbyterian Church, or of both united, are a small minority of the Irish people.
I'm an Irish-American, and I grew up in an Irish-American neighborhood.
You see the one thing I've always maintained is that I'm an American Indian. I'm not a Native American. I'm not politically correct. Everyone who's born in the Western Hemisphere is a Native American. We are all Native Americans. And if you notice, I put American before my ethnicity. I'm not a hyphenated African-American or Irish-American or Jewish-American or Mexican-American.
My kids are Irish; I want them to grow up playing Gaelic football and learning Irish.
I know Irish-American people. I know what their homes look like. I know what they have for dinner. I know how they turn a phrase.