begin, I should warn that anyone from
Liverpool, England, might find my words upsetting.
However, this is a true story of an event which
happened to me. Also, in the event a person of
African-American, African, or other black-skinned
heritage finds their way to this page, I
apologize, in advance, for using a word which
many, including my white self, find offensive. As
you read this event in my life, I think you will
understand why it was necessary for me to use
this word. Thank you, in advance, for your
between 1986 and 1990, I became acquainted with a
very personable gentleman from Liverpool, England.
He must have lived near me, as we seemed to run
into each other in local parking lots. Over time,
we began to acknowledge each other's presence
with a nod, and eventually began to chat with
each other. I THINK his name was Patrick Conlin.
But it could have been anything. I know it was
Irish-sounding--like Connelly or O'Connell or
something like that. Perhaps my memory is faulty
and his first name was something else. But I do
know that it was an Irish-type name.
I remember making a comment like, "How'd an Englishman like you get an Irish name like that?" To which I was promptly educated to the ethnic make-up of Liverpool and how a number of Irish had immigrated to there over the years.
visited my office sometimes as he was acquainted
with a British co-worker of mine.
very charmed by Patrick. He seemed a lovely man.
Over time, we had chatted here and there. One day,
he asked if I might meet him for a coffee or a
drink. We exchanged phone numbers and I was
looking forward to getting to know him better.
mentioned this to my British co-worker. I will
not write his name as most web hosting services
have rules against saying bad things about people.
And well, my opinion of him is not very high. The
co-worker was from London. He had worked very
hard to lose the Cockney accent he was born with,
but I know he had one as he used it for me once.
very surprised at what the Cockney said regarding
Patrick. You see, Patrick drove a red Jaguar. And
the license plates read "scouse" or
"scoucer". I am not sure now just what
it read, but I know it was NOT "scouser",
as in our conversation about the ethnic make up
of Liverpool, he mentioned that the correct
spelling of "scouser" was already taken
and he had not been able to get that for his
personalized license plates.
the Cockney took it upon himself to educate me
regarding the "truth" of being a
Scouser. He said that if I understood what a
Scouser really was, I would understand that
Patrick was a man of low morals and someone to be
avoided. I told the Cockney that Patrick had
explained it was simply someone from Liverpool (or
a particular part of Liverpool, not sure exactly
now). The Cockney explained that Scousers were
all criminals. He said, "They are all
descended from Irish-Catholic riff-raff." I
got a bit testy at this point and countered with
"Well, being descended from that SAME Irish-Catholic
riff-raff, I think Patrick and I will get along
Cockney continued that he truly only wanted to
protect me, and that I did not understand the
true meaning of what it meant to be a "Scouser".
He "explained" that only people from
England know what Scousers are truly like. And
that his only reason for talking to me about it
was to save me from this supposedly awful man who
was most certainly not his friend, just someone
that stopped by occasionally. The Cockney left me
with the impression he was a bit afraid of
Patrick. He went on to say that (Are you ready
for the BIG LIE?) "Scouser" was really
a gang of hardened criminals. Drug dealers and
the like, everyone. That using the word "Scouser"
on a license plate or whatever, was letting the
world know he was a in a semi-secret gang, so
other Scousers would know and contact him. He
said it was a code word and that they were a type
of British Mafia--and just as violent.
at this point, trusting fool that I am, I
believed the Cockney, as I know very little of
British ways and he was the only Brit I knew
besides Patrick. I had known the Cockney quite a
while, and I did not think he had any reason to
mislead me. And he told a pretty compelling story.
Maybe that's why he sold more real estate than me.
Anyway, he continued saying if I said anything to
Patrick he would defend himself by saying that
all of England was prejudiced against Scousers.
The Cockney claimed it was the typical Scouser
response to being accused of wrong-doing. The
Cockney told me things that Scousers say about
people from his part of London.
next time I ran into Patrick, I was less then
hospitable. I was, indeed, quite rude. I accused
him of being a drug dealer. He asked me where I
got my information and I told him. Patrick was
angry, as the Cockney claimed he would be. And he
did say things about the Cockney which I had been
told would be said. And he said something else,
which I never forgot. There, in the parking lot
he said, "I have worked for everything I
have. I worked and went to school and I am an
engineer. I own the Jaguar because I worked for
it. Yes, I grew up in a rough area, but that is
not who I am. But no matter where I go or what I
do there are people who will never recognize my
accomplishments." He paused and started to
walk away, then he turned and said to me, "We
are their niggers. They treat us the way you
treat the blacks here in the states."
still believed the Cockney. Except for the last
part, the words Patrick used were nearly
identical to what the Cockney claimed he would
years later, I joined AOL and met a number of
delightful people from Liverpool. Over time, I
came to realize just exactly what a "Scouser"
is. And I have no way to explain to Patrick that
I understand now.
not entirely sure that Patrick is his name. I had
forgotten the incident until I met these very
nice people online. And I am quite certain, that
none of them are involved in illegal activities
nor do they belong to any criminal gangs. The
ones I have chatted with, for the most part, are
some of the kindest, warmest people on this
planet. I am very proud to have them my online
and offline friends.
fate would have it, I discovered earlier this
year that I, too, am of Scouse descent. It seems
a great-great-great grandfather, a Mr. Worth, who,
apparently was Jewish, left Liverpool for the USA
sometime in the 1860's. He had a daughter and she
had a daughter and she had a son who had a
daugher who had me. (Go ahead and read that again...there
will be a quiz later LOL) We know that the Worth's
originated in Ireland, but we are not sure if our
Mr. Worth was born in Ireland or Liverpool. We do
know that either he or his daughter was, possibly
both. So, that is how I came to be a Scouser--at
least, a very tiny part of me, anyway, I think it's
my big toe on my right foot.
I digress, my reason for writing this page is I
have spent a good amount of time the last 3 years
trying to find Patrick so I could properly
apologize. This is difficult because I am unsure
of his name. I know he sold the Jaguar, because
he sold it to my boss, who later sold it to the
Cockney (but they gave him the loan for the car
as well, and later were forced to repossess it. I
have not shed any tears for the Cockney's loss of
a car he cherished. Although, I understand that
he has managed to obtain a different red Jaguar
I would ask anyone that reads this page to pass
it on to anyone you know who is British. It is my
hope that Patrick will come across this page,
recognize the story and understand how deeply
sorry I am for the truly terrible things I said
when I believed him to be a drug dealer. There
are not words to express how awful I feel about
what happened. Patrick, please know that I now
understand you were right and I was wrong. I am
have no idea what happened to Patrick. He might
have gone home to England. He might live around
the corner from me and I don't know it. He could
be anywhere on this planet.
hesitant to place the location of the incident in
this story. This is a very private story in a
very public forum. I have no wish to embarrass
Patrick in any way. But it did happen in
California. So, if you are from Liverpool, and
sold your red Jaguar to a Vietnamese gentleman.
If you are an engineer and if you are about 42-47
years old, this page is for you, with my sincere
and complete apology.
you arrived at this page from a link on my St.
Patrick's Day Pub Crawl story, click here to return. If you haven't
seen the story, go ahead and visit for a laff or
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UPDATE, of sorts...
This page has been up since 1997 or 1998, I can't recall exactly when I posted it. In that time,
I have received many, many emails from Scousers all over the world. 99% of them have been very nice.
Some have led to treasured friendships. It has also led to a small endeavor to make a few dollars.
I design some clothing and gift items especially for Scousers. If you wish to see a large selection
of T-shirts, license plate frames, "drinkwear", and more, please feel free to visit:
Click on the link that says "ScouserWear".
I did NOT put this page up with the thought of making money. It was up for several years before I
began my little financial endeavor. It's just that, since you are here, and since you most probably
are a Scouser, the pragmatist in me cannot resist telling you about my ScouserWear store. I hope no one is
Thanks from AmeriYank the Happy American!
email AmeriYank--the Happy American (usually)