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That's 20% off your first purchase with Code Short History at LiquidIV. It's coming up to midday on an unseasonably warm Saturday, 16th March 2002, on New York's Fifth Avenue. A 12 year old boy is marching along the street holding his father's hand in a tight grip. He's been warned that on no account are they to be separated, not if they ever want to see each other again. The avenue is a joyous cacophony of noise. The boy can hardly hear himself think over the band just ahead. Its drummers beat a heart rousing rhythm, competing against the hum of a crowd of thousands. It's exhilarating, overwhelming. Never before has he experienced such a sense of collective excitement. Everywhere is a sea of green. He himself is wearing a green T shirt and a fluffy leprechaun hat that he's persuaded his dad to buy from one of the multitude of street vendors. A young woman skips over, pirouetting around them with a grin on her face and a whistle in her mouth. When she rejoins her group of friends, his dad says it looks like they've already had a Guinness or two. It is the first time that the boy has taken part in a St. Patrick's Day parade, New York's biggest annual street party. And though it's taking place the day before the traditional date of the 17th to avoid falling on a Sunday, it feels like a special one. It is just six months since the dreadful terrorist attacks felled the twin towers of the World Trade center here. New York has been living under a terrible shadow, facing up to the grim reality of a new world processing its shock, grief and fear. But today is an opportunity for the Big Apple to remind itself and the wider world about just what a spirit it has that it hasn't forgotten how to party. It's been 245 years since a homesick crowd of Irish soldiers and expats first gathered near here to celebrate their home nation's patron saint. They could not have imagined how the city would come to take the parade to its heart. Today the boy is one of 300,000 marchers watched on by a crowd of 3 million more, an historic turnout. Among them is the New York Senator Hillary Clinton and for the first time ever, the serving Irish president, Mary macaleese. At midday, though, there is a change in tone. The parade, all one and a half miles of it, comes to a halt. The boy feels his father rest a hand on his shoulder. The bands ringing out tunes on every street corner stop playing. The marchers cease their rounds of traditional Irish songs. A calm descends. As one the parade turns south to face the direction of the twin towers, where 3,000 people lost their lives last year. The boy stares at the ground below him as a tannoy conveys the prayer of the Archbishop of New York. All else is silence as the huge crowd honor the dead as well as emergency workers who faced so much on 9, 11. Then the two minute silence is over. A raucous cheer goes up and the parade resumes its journey onwards to St Patrick's Cathedral, music and laughter once more filling the sky. That is the power of the St. Patrick's Day parade in New York. Less a chance to contemplate the life of of an ancient Catholic saint and an opportunity to come together as a community. Whatever your religious beliefs or cultural roots. As the popular saying goes, On St. Patrick's Day, everyone is Irish. While New York's parade may be the biggest in the world to honor St. Patrick, it is just one of many held throughout North America, Australia, Ireland, Britain and beyond. But few of the millions of revelers who celebrate it know more than the popular myths about Patrick himself. That he chased all the snakes from Ireland, or that he used the shamrock to explain the Holy Trinity. In truth, Patrick has become less a figure of genuine historical importance than a cipher for the idea of Irishness, a figure to sit alongside the leprechaun and the pint of Guinness as a sort of shorthand for nationhood. The real Patrick lived some 16 centuries ago. But though much of his life is shrouded in mystery, much of what we do know Reads like an adventure story. So how did the story of this man of God involve kidnapping and enslavement? Druidism and paganism? Daring escapes, feuds and accusations? How did his commitment to spreading the word of God lead him to become the embodiment of all things Irish? I'm John Hopkins and this is a short history of St. Patrick. Patrick is born sometime in the late 4th century AD. As a Roman citizen in Britain, he has no birth connection to Ireland at all. Indeed, Ireland, at the very edge of Europe, is one of the few places the Romans have never seriously attempted to invade. Patrick's father, Calporius, like his father before him, is a clergyman, Rome, having adopted Christianity back in 323 under the Emperor Constantine. Since the priesthood do not yet have to take vows of chastity, it is no problem that Calporius is married with a family. He is also a city councillor, a role that gives the family yet more prestige and entitles him to wear a prized purple stripe on his toga to denote authority. Better still, the position is hereditary. Patrick is destined to take over from him, guaranteeing a good life for the family line to come. Patrick then is born into privilege and property too. His very name, which Romanized is Patricius, means of the patrician or aristocratic class. His writings tell us he grows up on the family estate near the town of Banaventa, Bernier. Though the exact location is uncertain, it's likely a typical walled town on the English west coast, complete with a forum, a bathhouse and a Christian church. Patrick is given an education in Latin, as befits his class. Unlike most of the population, he learns how to read and write something which turns out to be a particular benefit to future historians, because rather unusually for this period, when the Roman Empire is in its dying days and the Dark Ages are about to descend, Patrick later leaves vivid first person accounts of events in his life. Philip Freeman is Professor of History at Pepperdine University and author of St Patrick of a Biography.
