|Give me your tired,
huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
lift my lamp beside the golden door.
From the poem “NEW COLOSSUS”
by Emma Lazarus
these words inscribed upon the bronze plaque on the interior of the
Statue of Liberty, few of the groups arriving on these shores have had
the benefit of that promised welcome. In almost every case each new
wave of immigrants has waged a heroic struggle in order to gain their
place in American society.
The Irish Catholics that came to this country during the first half of
the nineteenth century, as a result of the potato famine, brought
nothing but their poverty and faith. Their status was further
diminished by the dominance of Protestant rule in America. So the hands
which once dug the earth on behalf of English landlords now dug canals
and coalfields on behalf of the ruling industrial class.
Today most Americans put aside some time to rightfully celebrate their
rites of passage, cultural traditions and common ancestry; and no group
puts on a better party or parade than the Irish.
We chose Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania as the focus of our first March
Issue, because we felt that while many cities and towns can boast a
rich Irish heritage, none reflects more perfectly the total Irish story
On behalf of the editorial staff and contributors to AMERICAN
PUBLIC HOUSE REVIEW – Slainte!
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