But let's just say, I'm Irish. I grew up in the 1950s. Religion had a very tight iron fist.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I come from a long line of staunch Irish Catholics.
I had to have some balls to be Irish Catholic in South London. Most of that time I spent fighting.
I'm Irish. That means I'm Catholic. But, truth is, now I'm a retired Christian.
I'm from an Irish Catholic family.
My mother's family were full-on Irish Catholics - faith in an elaborate old fashioned, highly conservative and madly baroque style. I sort of fell out of the tribe over women's rights and social justice issues when I was just 13 years old.
My parents were both first-generation Irish Catholics raised in Brooklyn.
I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt.
People do think I'm Jewish. But we're Irish Catholic. My father had a brogue.
As you know, I am neither Roman Catholic, Protestant Episcopalian, nor Presbyterian, nor am I an Irishman.
I was raised Irish Catholic, but I don't consider myself Irish Catholic: I consider myself me, an American.