A way to insult both the Irish Catholic in me and the Native American in me would be to call me an Anglo! I don’t care if my first language is English or my skin and hair are relatively light!
Ironically, I found out a couple years ago that I am 1/4 English by ancestry. But I wasn’t raised with it, and although I’ve learned alot about America, Canada, law, history, literature, etc., via British stuff, I grew up too Irish Catholic to be comfortable with that. What happened, I presume, is that my Episcopalian grandmother married my Irish Catholic grandfather, but was apparently not very religious, and of course their kids were required to be raised Catholic. Plus, I think in those days “the mother’s side” was degraded in family-culture or identity alot. Therefore, I only learned it recently as a factoid that doesn’t fit well with the rest of me, and doesn’t do anything for me.
Even funnier is that I think we actually talked more about Indian stuff than Irish stuff, when *I* was growing up — my mother and I, anyway … she’s the part-Indian. The Irish stuff was there enough to influence me culturally, though not much because ‘we couldn’t afford any culture’!! For that matter, we didn’t talk too much about Indian stuff either. (My family … don’t ask!!) Mom’s grandmom also said her dad was Welsh, but we didn’t have much grasp of Welshness in the ’70s, or I guess not even the ’40s. I didn’t really become aware of Welshness until the nationalist movement started getting U.S. media attention in the ’70s-80s, though that wasn’t much either!
Just don’t call Michael J. Fox “chicken” … and don’t call me Anglo. Yo soy ingles un poco … pero no soy “anglo”!