As I watch my students being dropped off this morning, decked out in all kinds of green I had to chuckle. We are not a predominately Irish community. I would be shocked if even 20% of our families considered themselves Irish. But yet it seems that the hallways are awash in green today.
I have always though that St. Patrick’s Day was a peculiar holiday. I have 0% Irish in my blood, but every year my mom would make corned beef and cabbage and dye our milk green. As I have gotten older it seems that the day is as an excuse to start drinking just a little earlier and just a little bit more. This also seems an odd way to celebrate Saint Patrick, given that he was a pious missionary.
But what is fascinating is that for some reason it seems to be a holiday in which people of all backgrounds celebrate. St. Patrick was a foreigner in Ireland and was beaten, robbed, and put in chains awaiting execution. I can’t help but see a connection with our current cultural climate. Hopefully, sometime in the near future, we will find other reasons to celebrate together as a country. Although I have long ago given up on the myth of America as a melting pot, it is days like today allow me to see why the myth was started.