In the second year of the Great Civil War, when the Irish Brigade marched through the streets, New York was a city full of tribes. War chiefs. Rich and poor. It wasn’t a city really. It was more a furnace. Where a city someday might be forged. When the Irish came, the city was in a fever. Since the time of the Great Famine, they’d come streaming off the boats. And they got a “right warm welcome”.
Gangs of New York (2002) dir. Martin Scorsese















