14 March 2017

Ireland is a tiny country, somewhere to the west of the UK. No matter what, the number of people who think Ireland is just the same as the UK, who think it is actually a part of the UK, baffles me still.
So do the romantics, the people who have visited to see the land of their ancestors or the concept sold by Irish pubs worldwide or whatever, and found shamrocks and strange dark beer with creamy tops and maybe some deep Celtic mystery, but more likely leprechauns and jolly dancing and all the other stereotypes.
I was one of them, many years ago. Now, I only want to visit and when I do, I fall in love with it, landscape, people and all, and want to move back, immediately. But my Irish man will not hear of it.  He does have the bigger picture. Believe me. He loves Ireland, too.
Ireland is complicated. But Ireland is European, fiercely European. And Brexit is not. And that is going to be a huge problem. Something to be afraid of. Because there is the matter of Northern Ireland, that small upper right hand corner of the island of Ireland. And I ask myself these days, does Theresa May actually have any idea?

To illustrate my point, first Seamus Heaney (Nobel Lecture 1995)

One of the most harrowing moments in the whole history of the harrowing of the heart in Northern Ireland came when a minibus full of workers being driven home one January evening in 1976 was held up by armed and masked men and the occupants of the van ordered at gunpoint to line up at the side of the road. Then one of the masked executioners said to them, "Any Catholics among you, step out here". As it happened, this particular group, with one exception, were all Protestants, so the presumption must have been that the masked men were Protestant paramilitaries about to carry out a tit-for-tat sectarian killing of the Catholic as the odd man out, the one who would have been presumed to be in sympathy with the IRA and all its actions. It was a terrible moment for him, caught between dread and witness, but he did make a motion to step forward. Then, the story goes, in that split second of decision, and in the relative cover of the winter evening darkness, he felt the hand of the Protestant worker next to him take his hand and squeeze it in a signal that said no, don't move, we'll not betray you, nobody need know what faith or party you belong to. All in vain, however, for the man stepped out of the line; but instead of finding a gun at his temple, he was thrown backward and away as the gunmen opened fire on those remaining in the line, for these were not Protestant terrorists, but members, presumably, of the Provisional IRA.

Second, Martina Anderson, Member of the European Parliament, today (I am generally not a friend of Sinn Féin, her party, but she does have a point):




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12 comments:

beth coyote said...

Ram Dass once said, I paraphrase:
It's all wonderful and at the same time, it's all shit. How do we hold both realities with equanimity?

I'm working on it.

37paddington said...

I remember these stories from when I was growing up. I remember wondering what it is in human nature that compels us to divide ourselves into us and them. race, religion, politics, geography, it is all just a construct. and yet here we are.

Steve Reed said...

Brexit is a disaster on every level.

When the Scots held their first independence referendum, I hoped they would stay and was so happy when they did. Now, as they campaign for a second one, I hope they vote to go on their own. Why should they be beholden to English nationalism? And the same is true for Northern Ireland.

am said...

Thank you for the voice of Martina Anderson.

Zhoen said...

This really is a world wide issue, and catalyzed by Putin I suspect. We live in Interesting Times, and big change is inevitable, for good and ill. Hold on tight, persist, resist and endure.

Elizabeth said...

Wonderful. I'd read the Seamus Heaney before -- do you ever read Yvonne Waterson's blog and writing? She's a terrific Irish ex-pat living here in the United States, but she's from northern Ireland, a great lover of Heaney (I believe her family knew him) and always writes such interesting stuff about her country of origin.http://timetoconsiderthelilies.com/

Roderick Robinson said...

The sight of Martin McGuinness (ex-Provo operative officer) sitting side by side in government with Ian Paisley (fulminating head of the DUP), to the point where the pair were affectionately called The Chuckles Brothers, caused visions of pigs with angel wings. A latter-day achievement of our prime minister, Tony Blair, now reviled for his truckling to George Bush Jr and his involvement in the Iraq war.

Instead, a peculiarly Irish event. The plane was late leaving Heathrow and it was way past lunchtime when we touched down in Ireland. But someone had phoned ahead and flexibility, thy name is Irish. With other journalists, and for the first time ever in this combination, I ate oysters washed down with Guinness, looking out at the sun flickering on the shallow waters of the Shannon estuary. A gustatory union blessed in heaven and a view normally located at that same address. I jest but, then, Ireland encourages fantasy.

Sabine said...

Yes, I follow her blog. Wonderful.

Sabine said...

Agree, Putin and interesting time in capitals.

Sabine said...

The "good reverend" Ian Save-Ulster-from-Sodomy Paisley called Guinness "the devil's buttermilk". Never touched a drop I believe.
As for McGuinness, I used to pull his nasty quotes out of a green leprechaun hat but the man is seriously ill now, dying.

Colette said...

I have nothing to say, because I feel like I have so much to learn. However, I can tell you that woman sent chills down my spine with her talk of resistance.

Zhoen said...

The curse, May you live in Interesting Times. And the Pratchett novel.