Brought up as a Scottish Presbyterian in Ayrshire, which is about as close as you get, geographically and culturally, to Northern Ireland, I was vehemently though unthinkingly anti-Catholic. Our minister preached against the Catholic Church, our History teacher had Orange views and he used to send the Rugby players out to harass the kids from the RC school at lunchtime. Hockey matches against the RC secondary school were pretty vicious. If I had come home with a Catholic boyfriend, my mother would have had a fit. A 'mixed marriage' at that time had nothing to do with race, everything to do with religion. When a Catholic family moved into our middle class road, curtains twitched, never mind that the father had a PhD and worked for the same company as my dad and many of our friends and neighbours. Thankfully I left home for University and met lots of RCs who, to my surprise, were just like me!