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What I Learned . . .

Incidentally, a couple weeks ago, I had an Irish-American customer tell me about a part of southwestern history I'd never heard before — the San Patricios.

In the mid-1800s, many of the new Irish immigrants joined the military because it was one of the few employers who would hire them. However, just because they were hired didn't mean their officers had to like them. Most of the officers in the military at that time were protestants of English decent, and they didn't have much use for these dirty Irish with their drinking and papal idolatry. According to my customer, the Irish weren't allowed to go to Mass, and were often beaten by their commanding officers or thrown in the brig for minor offenses.

(He's Irish, so you have to take the story with a grain of salt. However, none of what he told me surprised me, or seemed out of step with what I know of Irish-American history.)

What is known for sure, is that many of these Irish soldiers found themselves fighting against Spain in the Mexican-American War, and large numbers of them deserted to fight on the side of the Catholic Spaniards. These Irish battalions came to be known as the San Patricios, and marched under a green flag. They were noted for their fierceness in battle, partly because the Irish have always been known for fierceness in battle, and partly because they knew they'd be hung as deserters if caught by the United States military. At one memorable -- and well-documented -- battle, a U.S. general ordered thirty San Patricios to be hung in full view of both armies at the pivotal moment in the fight.

Those San Patricios who survived the war were given land grants by the Spanish government in Mexico. Today, there are blue-eyed Mexicans with names like O'Connor and Mulligan who trace their heritage to the San Patricios who fought under a green flag in the Mexican-American war.

The Wearin' of the White

I had a woman in the store this morning who was visiting from the Northwest, wondering if she should move to our little town. Somehow, she got started on the "Mexican problem" in her part of the country. She was talking about how they move in and have six and seven kids each, and then lay around and use up welfare funds. She then complained about how they continue to wave Mexican flags, and march in parades wearing white, with Spanish slogans. "If they want to move here, then they should become part of the culture and not continue to think of themselves as Mexicans. That's what our ancestors did!"

Since she was only thinking about moving here (and not a regular customer yet), I risked losing a sale and politely pointed out that all the things she was saying about Mexicans were exactly what pundits used to say about Irish immigrants. "Those damn Catholics, coming to this country, having dozens of children, and then laying about, drinking, and refusing to get honest work. And, worse, they insist on having parades where they wear green and fly Irish flags and sing Irish songs. It's shameful!"

I think she actually became green herself. Her ancestors were Irish, as it turns out, and they worked hard and assimilated just fine, thank you very much. They weren't layabouts or drunkards.

She didn't go so far as asserting that wearing green on Saint Patrick's day is as American as apply pie. And I conceded that her ancestors were probably upstanding and loyal citizens.

However, I did not point out that the fourth-generation Hispanic customer who had came in right after her seemed to have assimilated at least as well as she has -- and spends greenbacks just as well, too. I'll wait and see if she really wants to live here before I broach that subject with her.