I know it very well. My great great grandparents were driven from Ireland during the potato famine (or more accurately, the after effect of the famine), tried to make a life in England, were not welcome and then came here only to find out it was the same people running things across the pond. My great grandmother, who I vaguely remember, came here when she was 2. I've heard the stories. And yet, here I am, living a relatively normal life, not whining about the English owing me reparations, or crying that my ancestors couldn't worship as they wished. Couldn't work in lucrative positions. I'm just fine.
You singled me out and insulted me, then got mad when I called you on it.
I'm not a victim at all. I'm not sure where you get the idea that I feel victimized. You don't get it at all. My whole point is that while sure, my great great grandparents were treated like garbage I'm living a reasonably normal life. I've made my own way. The mistakes I've made are my own, the decisions I made are my own. If I commit a crime or get fired from my job, I'm not allowed to say "its not my fault, my great grandmom got mistreated 55 years before I was born". Its fine to remember it, to honor that history but you can't let it define who and what you are today.
Its not accurate to say Irish suffered racism. It was a type of bigotry for sure but more based on their belief in catholicism and their class. Ireland had been ravaged by the famine and never really recovered. They were considered poor and lower class. Similar to how the people of Martha's Vineyard felt when the brown folks showed up from Florida and Texas. Very early form of NIMBY.