Irish Whales and the Olympics Games? A revealing historical curiosity from the Huffington Post that tells us much more about the past than one would imagine:
“Americans love outsized heroes: Paul Bunyan, the 50-foot woman, Mr. T. It’s no surprise, then, that some of our first Olympic legends were giants. Given the general mistrust of foreigners in the early 20th century, it’s a little more surprising that many of these beloved discus and hammer throwers and shot-putters were born in Ireland. These men, known as the Irish Whales, were at once American heroes and exotic curiosities—monumental figures who appeared just on the cusp of broader Irish acceptance in America.
As they tried to assimilate in the late 1800s, Irish-American immigrants embraced popular professional sports like boxing, baseball, and pedestrianism (which has evolved into the much less popular pastime of racewalking). These were the games of the masses, a place to make your name athletically but not the best venue for social mobility. When a new amphitheater opened at Madison Square in 1890, the New York Times remarked approvingly, and with pretty shoddy foresight, “There is no trace or flavor of the circus, the walking match, pugilism, or the dog show about this new Garden.” The obvious meaning: This is a classy place, one not fit for Irishmen.
Amateur sports were the refuge of Yale and Harvard boys in white leotards. Sportswriter Caspar Whitney, an early proponent of the Olympic movement, wrote in 1895’s A Sporting Pilgrimage that the “vermin” of the professional athletic class had no place in amateur sports. He bemoaned the idea of “bring[ing] together in sport the two divergent elements of society that can never by any chance meet elsewhere on even terms.”
At least some of the “vermin” were not stymied by blue-blooded objections. In 1898, a group of recent immigrants formed the amateur Irish-American Athletic Club in Queens, New York. The club, which over the years included Italians, Jews, and African-Americans, served as an alternative to the exclusive, WASP-y New York Athletic Club. Its symbol was a winged fist flanked by shamrocks and American flags—not the IAAC’s last attempt to balance its allegiances.
It didn’t take long for IAAC members to crack the U.S. Olympics team. By 1908, the Irishmen were already fixtures on the American squad. Most contemporary U.S. coverage of that year’s games focused on American heroism, English perfidy, or both. Allegations of host-country cheating ran rampant: English officials tampered with the marathon finish; the discuses weren’t regulation weight; the British tug-of-war team gained an advantage with their metal-rimmed boots.
Three years after the formation of Sinn Fein, less than a decade before the Easter Rising, this was the perfect moment for Irish-Americans to find common cause with their adopted country in hating the English. One highly believable but probably apocryphal tale has IAAC member and discus gold medalist Martin Sheridan egging on U.S. flag-bearer Ralph Rose in his famous refusal to lower the American flag to King Edward VII at the opening ceremony, saying, “This flag dips to no earthly king.”
But appeals to nationalism weren’t necessary in cementing the IAAC’s fame in London. Members of the club won nearly half of America’s 23 gold medals, including the first awarded to an African-American, relay sprinter John Baxter Taylor Jr. In massive celebratory parades in New York City after the athletes returned to America, Irish flags waved next to American ones and spectators sang “The Wearing of the Green” as well as “The Star-Spangled Banner.” Johnny Hayes, IAAC member and marathon gold medalist, was lionized as a symbol of American hard work and Irish cockiness—a “real New York boy” who was simultaneously “as Irish as you find them,” according to the New York Sun. There was a bit of grumbling that Tammany Hall’s hand was behind the celebrations, and some papers complained that IAAC members were competing against the New York Athletic Club (and therefore the Protestant establishment) instead of against their Olympic foes. But the overall tone was one of proprietary affection: Irish-American athletes might be outsiders, but they’re our outsiders.”