St. Pattys Day: A Celebration of Submission
Note: My great grandfathers came to America during the great migration from Ireland to America in the early 20th century to work in the booming industrial age of America. I’m dissecting this holiday with my own family ties to the Irish holiday with reason and logic.
Year after year we blindly celebrate silly holidays. Nobody asks questions—they just participate, even though they have no understanding or meaning of what that day actually represents.
To see this truth in action, we look no further than the “holiday” of Saint Patrick’s Day. You know, everyone’s favorite holiday to wear green and celebrate Irish heritage. But here’s the funny part… Saint Patrick’s Day has nothing to do with Irish nationality. Nothing. It does, however, have everything to do with the Catholic religion.
Today, I write this piece to dissect the true meaning of Saint Patrick’s Day and what the holiday represents to original Irish natives..
Let’s start off with an important fact: Saint Patrick was not Irish. He was a British servant of the Roman Catholic Church, sent to Ireland to convert all the Celtic Pagans (The true and original religion in Ireland) to Catholicism.
He was born in Roman-ruled Britain around the time of March 17, 486 AD. During this era, Britain and Ireland were in a constant state of conflict due to Ireland’s reluctance to submit to Roman rule.
At the age of 16, Saint Patrick was kidnapped and brought to Ireland as a slave. He eventually escaped, making a mad dash out of the tribal lands of Ireland and returning back to The Roman Catholic Church of Britain.
After Patrick’s return to Britain, he devoted his life to becoming a priest. He wanted to help spread the word of Christianity around Europe, so he traveled far and wide, attempting to convert all the non-believers. In modern comparison, Saint Patrick is actually quite similar to a modern day Jehovah’s Witness, knocking on your door on a lovely Saturday afternoon, trying to convert you to their religion. How would you like it if there was a holiday to celebrate that? In fact, the only difference between a Jehovah’s Witness and Saint Patrick is, Saint Patrick had an entire Roman army behind him to pressure you into joining his religion.
Eventually, Saint Patrick returned to the savage land that held him as a prisoner of war, Ireland. He made a triumphant return as a Catholic priest and found a native population decimated by decades of war, famine and disease. And, like all foreign conquerors of human history, Saint Patrick did not miss the opportunity to take advantage of this situation. Preying on the emotions of the war-torn and weary, he managed to convert the Irish population, getting them to submit to the Roman British Church. This was the beginning of the end for the Celtic Pagans in Ireland and the start of the Roman Catholic rule.
So here we are again… It’s just like Christopher Columbus Day—another “holiday” when we celebrate the submission of natives to a new ruling party. Don’t get me wrong—I love a good party and getting drunk and silly with my friends. Hell, that might be the only thing I’m good at.
At the same time, I’m not good at faking shit and blindly doing what the herd does. All I want is a true, logical reason behind why I’m wearing green and drinking at 9 AM. And “Because everyone else is” is not an answer I accept.
It’s like appearing at a stranger’s birthday party and joining in the festivities just because everyone else is. Birthday cake? Yes please! Do you know anyone here? No chance! But everyone is partying and I love birthday cake! NOM NOM NOM.
Now I’m not going to tell you to boycott St. Patty’s day—that’s certainly not my intention. That would be hypocritical because l will be out on March 17 with friends and family. But I will look at this holiday differently than them. I will look at this day as a memorial for my lost Celtic-Pagan heritage.
As an agnostic Irish-American, I will wear white to symbolize the white flag waved by the indigenous Irish natives when Saint Patrick came to visit. Instead of celebrating the Catholic Church, I will poor out a little liquor for all my fallen Celtic Pagan-Irish ancestors.
Cheers, to truth! Cheers, to logic!
And most importantly.. Cheers, to the Natives!