My grandmother was completely Irish, her mother immigrating from the Old Sod, so I have been successfully indoctrinated about the Isle of Saints and Scholars. Trust me, no demeaning stereotypical jokes about the Irish in my growing up. Sister Francis Eileen, O.P., was the principal of St. Louis Bertrand's School in Oakland, California, and her lilting Irish brogue came over the P.A. system every morning. She was cool, all the nuns I had were cool; I never had a negative experience in parochial school. Many were from Ireland, many were Irish Americans like my sainted grandmother. And I was in that school both when John F. Kennedy ran for president, was elected, and was assassinated. Powerful stuff.
I am so thankful I didn't have to unlearn prejudice and bias--my Oakland elementary school was perfect. The only almost-bias I had to unlearn was that not everyone was from my church.
I was stunned when I heard my first negative joke about the Irish. Didn't they realize we saved western civilization?
|The Isle of Saints and Scholars-to be sure|
And I didn't even say, "Pog Mo Thoin." Which shows a lot of maturity and restraint.
Ethnic jokes and teasing are a form of bullying--so kids and adults really need to knock it off. Are we that desperate to feel superior? The quiet kid in the back of the room won't be able to stand up for herself in the midst of biased-based laughter. Bullying includes those jokes about physical appearance, churches, where you're from, and let's throw in sports teams since kids are so sensitive about them. Kids should have the right to be in school without bullying or humiliation of any type. Grown-ups, too.
So, anyway, here are the jokes. (That's pretty Irish of me: stick up for the underdog and then tell jokes.)
|Green, and Garfield provides the orange|
How did the leprechaun get to the moon?
In a shamrocket.
Why is Ireland like a bottle of wine?
Because it has a Cork in it.
What would you get if you crossed a leprechaun with a Texan?
A pot of chili at the end of the rainbow.
|No relation to Bono. Or the Edge.|
Shamrock and roll.
What do you call a leprechaun's vacation home in Fort Lauderdale?
My gggrandmother (later immigrated to Kansas) was a Sullivan leaving from Cork in 1844, and who survived a coffin ship to Grosse Isle Quebec.
|Top o the mornin' to ya, from Betty O'Boop|