The Injustice of the St. Patrick’s Day Parade: A Postmortem
By Michael Boyajian
There was a time that although I am not Irish I would exuberantly celebrate the St. Patrick’s Day Parade in New York. With spirits high from the pending arrival of Spring I would wear green, work the governor’s brunch before the parade, watch the parade with my wife up by the Metropolitan Museum of Art where we would enjoy a fine lunch of corn beef and cabbage followed that very evening by another meal of corn beef and cabbage. All day I would get choked up by the passing bag pipers and elderly Irishmen would come up to my wife and say she had the map of Ireland on her face.