The White House embraces Marxism in America.
The University of Notre Dame turns its back on Catholicity.
Don’t look for this book on the shelves of either place.
The year is 2012, a century after the Titanic disaster. America’s individual freedoms and traditional values are under fierce attack by its Marxist government. Christianity is scorned by the nation’s “elitist” universities.
The University of Notre Dame has severed its ties to the Church in the name of “Academic Freedom.” Privately and publicly, it disdains its critics and scatters scandal. Josh Allen, a New England transplant to Notre Dame, rallies alumni, students and the public to help restore the Catholic mission and traditions of the storied university. They plan to use the 100th birthday celebration of ND’s oldest grad—and an astonishing revelation about his past—to arrest the school’s slide into secularism.
A football game between the once-mighty Irish and its “Little Brother,” Stonehill College of New England, becomes the venue for a memorable showdown.
Excerpt:"Later that afternoon, as hundreds of screaming Herring Gulls trailed in its frothy white wake, the ship passed below the headlands of Kinsale and sounded her whistle for a gaggle of gaping onlookers before heading into the open sea.
"On the third-class promenade C-Deck, a group was singing Erin’s Lament to the accompaniment of a Uillean piper, a rail-thin young man whose name, Kate later learned, was Edward Dolan. Like her Michael—and many other young Irishmen—Dolan strongly opposed British rule and didn’t try to hide it. 'To Erin’s sons be gracious, who in sorrow are forced from their homes…' His tunes told it all. 'They set the roof on fire with their cursed English spleen. And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen…'
"Dolan had decided to travel abroad and test the waters. He was an ardent nationalist, a Shinner like Kate’s husband Michael. He believed that there were many Americans who would lend their support to the cause. His talents with the elbow pipes had opened doors and he displayed them now for his steerage-class audience."
“Oh, I courted girls in Blarney…in Queenstown…Cove of Cork…and the next that you will hear of me…is a letter from New York.”
