In the lead up to St. Patrick’s Day I ask the question, how Irish are you? Oh my goodness this topic has me in a frenzy.

As St Patrick’s day approaches, it got me thinking about how some people perceive their culture. You see, I consider myself a British born Irish. My Mother’s from Dublin and my Dad from Tipperary. I was born in Manchester with my siblings. My upbringing was Irish, from Irish music to Irish dancing, parents, grandparents, aunties, uncles, all Irish playing singing musicians.

The house in which we lived was very much Irish, with a kettle always on the boil and a warm welcome, you knew you were surrounding my love and great craic. Growing up in England with Irish parents, I was bullied from a young age, only a small bit, but they didn’t like us when they knew we were Irish. My Dad also had a hard time. Times have changed since then.

Everyone loves the Irish…no matter where you go.

I remember as a teen one of my English friends saying to me…you’re not one of us, we’re English you’re Irish. Yet some of the Irish don’t recognise you as true Irish either because we were not born in Ireland. I get that, how can you be classed the same when you wouldn’t know much about the logistics of the country except the knowledge of history you have been taught. It’s not quite the same as walking the walk.

That said. I felt like I was in the middle, not quite knowing my identity. Am I Irish or English?

I have an old friend who was born in England and his parents are Chinese. He looks Chinese. To me he is Chinese. He was just born here. A British born Chinese.

That’s me. And lots like me.

A British born Irish. If there was such a thing as a blood test (maybe there is) to test the blood in your veins and see where it actually comes from, then you’d know. My colour is green. It’s just surrounded by red 🙂

Your identity and culture are your surroundings. Your beliefs, values and the country you are born in are only a place of birth. I have lots of friends who are Irish descent like me and are fiercely proud of their roots.

Some people claim, that Bob Marley, wrote the song ‘One Love’ with this in mind.

His lyrics were to bring peace and love indicating we are ‘All ONE’ no matter where your from.

He found it hard that his father who was a black Jamaican and his white Jamaican mother originally from Sussex, England, he felt like he didn’t belong there either camp, and some of his lyrics have a deeper meaning to reflect this.

I have to say Irish decent or not. I am proud of my roots, culture and family and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than in Ireland or with my family, where ever that maybe 🍀