Ping
Both sides of my family are descended from PA/irish immigrants.
I’m working on an angle here to get my hands on some sweet “reparations” cash.
If the Irish Curse was in play, the bones will be very small.
Frank Watson (second left kneeling) and William Watson (second right standing) survey the site that they think is a mass grave for immigrant Irish railroad workers in Malvern, Pa. Continuing field work seems to indicate some were killed not by cholera but by human hands. Despite their lack of archaeological experience, historians at Immaculata University are leading the excavation in suburban Philadelphia
If a family had cholera and was quarintined, but family members refused to stay at home and prevent exposure to the rest of society - what do you suppose would happen?
In a time where antibiotics were not common, cholera was essentially a plauge and death sentence. If someone who was living in an infected home decided to leave his home and go shopping, or go to work - it’s perfectly understandable that someone would want to ‘fix’ that problem and send a very clear message.
"In 1843, Bishop Francis Patrick Kenrick of Philadelphia asked the local school committee to excuse Catholic students from reading the King James Version and from daily Protestant exercises. When the school committee allowed Catholic students in the common schools to be allowed to read their own translation of the Bible, nativists claimed that this was merely the first step to an outright ban on Bible reading in the schools. With a growing anti-Irish sentiment already strong in the city, the dispute erupted in a violent series of riots in 1844 that saw the bishop flee the city, 13 people killed and five Catholic churches burned to the ground." link
My grandfather was a member of the KKK in Tower City PA long before I was born. My mother use to watch the cross burning on the mountain during 1925 for her upstairs bedroom window. She was 5 years old. It was the Irish that were their target in the mines at that time.
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Reparations! I want reparations.
PADDY WORKS ON THE RAILWAY
In eighteen hundred and forty-one
My corduroy breeches I put on
My corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I`m weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
I didn`t know what I should do (2x)
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I sailed away across the sea (2x)
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on Columbia`s shore (2x)
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O`Connell he was alive (2x)
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I made my trade to carrying bricks (2x)
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven (2x)
In eighteen hundred and forty-eight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight (2x)
printed in Bill Meek Songs of the Irish in America