I grew up in Squirrel Hill. All mudcatters who read that, and know Pittsburgh are now wondering if I'm Jewish. I'm not. I'm Presbyterian. Which put me in the minority in a neighborhood that was 40percent Jewish and 40percent Catholic.
I remember when kids in my neighborhood were forced to repeat the Protestant Lord's Prayer, (Though not the Presbyterian one, so I was kind of out of it too.) and hear a daily reading from the King James Bible. What they learned was that they were outsiders in their own country.
It isn't that long ago that many people believed that a "good" American was a Protestant. Lots of good Americans didn't fit the pattern.