I am from deep Irish Roots, from the distilleries of Wild Turkey and Guinness Beer, fields of bluegrass and burrens of limestone.
I am from rolling hills and Appalachian mountains. Where the air is smitten with the smell of sour mash, the rivers flow backwards, and horses run in fields of chicory and goldenrod.
I am from golden tobacco, brilliant white washed fences and county roads lined with rock walls, magnolia trees and white crosses.
I am from worn rosary beads and reckless drinkers. From Burkes and Henry’s to Mollie and Catherine.
I am from the compassionate and the brilliant. The honored and the abandoned.
From the rag bag man and the IRA. From the River Liffey to the East River.
I am from women gifted with the sight and men with revolution pounding in their blood.
I’m from the place of famine, crumbling castles, and rocks thrown in civil disobedience. I am from the emerald where the air is heavy with watery mist and the land ends at cliffs of doom. I am from the place of leprechauns and ghosts.
From scoundrels and saints.
I am from two distinct places, the present and the past. The past lives , mounted behind glass, preserved for future generations the pictures of ancient families, guns and wedding dresses, Hurling sticks and archaic uniforms.
Those who bravely came before us, to give us the freedoms and opportunities they could only dream of.