Gala hails optimism and success of Morrison’s visa program

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'Optimism and success' - Gala celebrates Morrison visas
Former congressman Bruce Morrison says Irish immigrants brought optimism and success to America

Under the Manhattan Sky: A Night Where Luck, Labor and Laughter Met

There was a hum to the room that felt almost sacred—part reunion, part victory lap. High above the traffic and neon of midtown, in a ballroom that looked out over the Hudson and a skyline that has become shorthand for possibility, roughly forty people who once clutched a small piece of paper that read “Morrison Visa” swapped stories until their voices rose and fell like the city beyond the windows.

It smelled faintly of lemon-scented polish and hot coffee; somebody had insisted on a tray of mini scones tucked next to the passed hors d’oeuvres. Accents braided—Dublin, Cork, Galway—over conversations about identity, careers, and small, persistent miracles. In a corner, two men argued good-naturedly over whether a proper Irish breakfast should include white pudding. Across the room, a woman wearing a green scarf that fluttered like a bit of County Mayo waved at an old friend and mouthed, “Would you believe it?”

The Lottery That Opened Doors

In the early 1990s, a handful of lawmakers and advocates pushed a provision into U.S. immigration law that would offer a narrow, life-changing chance to people born in Ireland. Between 1992 and 1995, roughly 45,000 people from all 32 counties of Ireland were granted the opportunity to come to the United States under what many now call the Morrison Visa program.

To call it a program is to understate the vertigo it introduced to people’s lives: a lottery, a queue, decades of waiting for doors to open. For many, that paper ticket was the difference between scraping by and taking a breath long enough to build something. For others, it was the first step toward citizenship, homeownership, a university degree, or a business. For the city of New York, it was another seam in an already densely woven immigrant fabric.

From Belfast tenements to Madison Avenue

“I arrived with two suitcases and a head full of dreams,” said one woman who now runs a boutique beauty brand. “Back then, this city felt like a place where a new idea could breathe.” Her voice trembled, not from nerves but from the memory of the small, stubborn faith she carried on an overnight ferry from Dublin.

A former nurse who rose to a leadership position in a major health system admitted she never quite saw herself as an immigrant in the political sense—“I was an explorer,” she told me with a laugh. That sense of mischief and momentum, the feeling that the world was a place to be tried and tested, threaded through every story that night.

Voices from the Room

“It wasn’t meritocratically selected brains,” said a software engineer from Dublin, smiling at the absurdity of explaining his route to success. “It was a lottery. Pure luck. And then you do what you can with that chance.”

Bruce Morrison—whose advocacy in Congress helped birth the policy—watched the room like a proud parent at a school play. He spoke softly about the years he spent trying to build consensus across a fractious legislature. “What struck me most,” he said, “was how many people were hanging on by a thread when this came along. Suddenly, they could work legally, they could lay down roots. Those are not small things.”

Geraldine Byrne Nason, Ireland’s ambassador to the United States, stood by a window as twilight pooled over skyscrapers. She acknowledged a harder truth: “The politics of immigration have grown more fractious. That’s a reality we live with. But I meet Americans on Capitol Hill who see what fresh talent does—jobs, innovation, community. That conviction hasn’t died.”

Everyday Economies, Lasting Returns

People in the room did not only speak of personal triumphs. They spoke of the ripple effects of immigration—restaurants opened (often with recipes handed down across generations), clinics and schools staffed, technology startups launched in Brooklyn co-working spaces. “They came with optimism and a willingness to work hard,” a local councilman remarked. “You don’t count those contributions just in tax returns; you count them in neighborhoods that thrive.”

  • 45,000 Irish nationals were admitted under the Morrison program between 1992–1995.
  • Recipients represent all 32 counties of Ireland, from urban Dublin to rural Donegal.
  • Many recipients went on to careers in healthcare, entrepreneurship, education, and public service.

Small Moments, Big Lives

A woman in her sixties recounted how she used her visa to get a job as a secretary and, over 25 years, worked her way up to a human resources role. “I used to bring jam sandwiches to my lunch break because everything was new and expensive,” she said, laughing through a small tear. “And now, my granddaughter studies at Columbia. Would you ever think of that when you’re in a kitchen in Ballina?”

An engineer from County Clare talked about designing a series of bridges with a New York firm, and how instinctual Irish problem-solving—making do, reimagining tools—turned out to be valuable in an office full of bright minds. “We carry a certain speed of thought,” he said. “And a stubbornness that helps on rainy Tuesday afternoons.”

What This Night Says About Us

There is a particular kind of nostalgia at play in nights like this—sweet, a little theatrical. But beneath the gaiety there’s a sober current. The world has grown smaller; opportunities have shifted. Many of the attendees noted that pathways like those carved by the Morrison Visa seem harder to reproduce now amid tightening immigration politics and competing global pressures.

“We need a second coming of that type of compassion,” a retired teacher argued, “someone who thinks long-term about the social and economic benefits of welcoming newcomers.” Whether such political courage will emerge is an open question. But what the night at Rockefeller Center made clear was that immigration’s returns are not merely economic. They are cultural, emotional, civic.

Questions for the Reader

What would your community look like if the best talents from other countries were given a fair shot to stay? How much of a nation’s future should be shaped by narrow electoral cycles versus long-term investments in people?

These are thorny questions. They do not have easy answers. But as the lights of Manhattan blinked and the last guests hugged goodbye, the sentiment felt straightforward: if you want to build a thriving country, sometimes you must take a bet on people.

Closing: A City of Small Miracles

Outside, the city moved on—Yellow Cabs humming, a late subway train rattling away. Inside, the banquet had emptied but memories lingered; a photo album would be assembled, emails exchanged, new business deals likely whispered into the ears of those who had arrived with nothing but hope.

Whether you are Irish yourself or simply someone watching from afar, the lesson of that night is human and simple: the act of offering a chance can alter the arc of many lives, and the returns—measured in families settled, jobs created, and stubborn, ordinary resilience—are as real as any skyline.