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Thursday, March 24, 2022

Because St.Patrick's

 3/16






ready for St.Patrick's Day




So with tomorrow  being St.Patrick’s Day, today has to be wearing of the green.  I’ve got a New York Mets “Irish night” hat and a baseball jersey from their Brooklyn farm team, the Cyclones. 


While the baseball lockout was still on, spring training games were cancelled until March 18th. When the agreement finally came, they pushed it back to March 17th. Mainly because St.Patrick’s Day has become a thing in baseball. It all began in 1978 when the  Cincinatti Reds caused a sensation  by wearing green caps and the wonderful cognitive dissonance of jerseys with the word Reds written in green letters. 


Since then teams like the Mets joined in and now virtually all MLB reams wear at least green hats on March 17th. It’s also a perch marketing bonanza. In my collection is a Knicks basketball jersey as well.


Finally...

And since  training has started, my coffee mug from 2019, the last "normal" year. 


Guiness and Staten Island

On the day itself, it's my Guiness soccer jersey and late lamented Staten Island Yankees Irish night hat. Special because the day after breaking five ribs I dragged myself in serious pain to the ferry and across the harbor just to get this hat.



Guinness and hamentaschen

Let us also note this year  the rare convergence of the Jewish] holiday  Purim and St.Patrick's. 


East Village

And one quite odd St.Pat's display...


Perhaps my favorite St.Patrick’s Day was 2012 “Occupy St. Patrick’s Day,” with the Occupy Wall Street march to Wall Street and then to the Irish Famine Memorial to make the point abut the voracious nature of predatory capitalism. My friends Pat and Mandola Joe played music and potatoes were handed out.  (https://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/2012/03/twentyfirst-day-of-lent-st-patricks-day.html). 


Or perhaps the next night at West Park when we gathered to bring Mexicans and Irish bands together to celebrate El Batalon San Patricio, the St. Patrick’s Battalion of US soldiers who decided they were fighting on the wrong side and went over to the Mexicans,  story celebrated in Mexico and buried in the US for more than a century. (http://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/2012/03/fourth-sunday-in-lent-vivan-los-san.html)


And this, from my Facebook post…


OK...the easy thing to do is just go all shamrocks and leprechauns and just say "Happy St.Patrick's Day everybody"...and forget that the first New York St. Patrick's Day parade was a demonstration  for respect and dignity by denigrated immigrants...and that the potato famine was not a natural disaster but the results of a nearly genocidal imperialist colonial agriculture policy by Great Britain..and that the refugees were viewed suspiciously....lived side by side by African-Americans in 5 Points and Seneca Village...until they were accepted as white..that they were disproportionately drafted..and sent to Mexico in an imperialist war...West Point's first Irish graduate John Riley took his batallion to the other side where his mainly Catholic immigrant  conscripts joined the Mexicans as el batalon san patricio. When captured, they were hung as traitors without the usual court martial trial . Honored as heroes  in Mexico. Hidden in history in the US until️ recently. El batalon san patricio presente. And happy St. Patrick's Day!


So today, hats off to the Irish, and people of struggle and resistance everywhere. 


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Welcome back



11/2

The day starts with Bobby and Kristen, my Spanish Harlem couple. A wedding rehearsal. And quite frankly, pretty strange in the presence of gigantic puppets filling the sanctuary. This is the most traditional wedding  I will have done in over 20 years.

Yes, the bride will actually be given away by a father.  Yes, I will actually have to ask the question if anyone knows why this marriage should take place, speak now…or forever hold your peace…And there will be a veiled bride up until the final kiss. At least there’s no love, honor and obey….

By the time I get back at the end of the day, another Bread and Puppet performance has ended.

I have  a service to prepare for and words to write. As I am writing, one of the B&P  crew, Katherine, stops in. She’s not only one of the company, she’s the one who runs the  cheap art sale after every performance.

She’s trying to figure out why the church feels so familiar.

Katherine recalls #OWS and those heady days following  the eviction from Zucottti. She recalls how they performed for the people   at Union Square then someone told them  that what they really needed to do was to go to West-Park Church, which of course they did, and a performance for our people that became part of the #OWS history here. . The connection was made. The relationship begun. And now what we do is one. Katherine and her bread and Puppet circle has returned home. To this home.