called it Gorta Mór , the great hunger, when almost our whole potato crop failed every year for six horrible years, and well over two million people out of a population of eight million starved to death, or were evicted by Protestant landlords and sent off on emigrant ships to Canada and America. An unbelievable disaster, and all the while our foodâgrain, cattle, sheepâwas being shipped off in the thousands of tons to England toâas they saidââmaintain the economy of Ireland.â Maintain my bloodyâ¦you know whatâ¦if youâll forgive the expression, sir. There was a popular saying at that timeââGod gave us the potato blight but it was the English who gave us the famine.â While they were glorifying in their world empire, gentrified affluence, and pedigreed aristrocracy, we were trying to stay alive by eatinâ grass and leaves.
âItâs amazing we ever recovered from all this horror, this pernicious scythe of death and human decimation that swept across our poor little nationâbut by God we did! Irish emigrants abroad sent money back here to support nationalistic groups like the Fenians, the Manchester Martyrs, and the Land League, all demanding independence and home rule. Except up in Ulster, of courseâNorthern Irelandâthey didnât want to be split off from Britain, and so they had to battle on and on with Sinn Fein and the IRA.
âAnd then came the glorious Easter Rising of April 24, 1916, in Dublin, which was actually a bloody fiasco, except that the stupid British executed sixteen ringleaders and made them into instant martyrs. So this was followed by the start of the âTroubles.â First, a two-year war of independence led by Michael Collinsâyâ remember him? Very famous. Very popular. Then a peace treaty with Lloyd George, the British prime minister in 1920. But that wasnât much use. Ulster was still left as a British colony, yâ might say, but a lot of southerners wanted a united Ireland. So what happens? We have another damned warâthe Civil Warâus fightinâ ourselves, can yâbelieve, until Eamon de Valeraâour taoiseach (prime minister)âsays, the heck with it, accept the bloody treaty, weâll become the Irish Free State and weâll deal with Ulster later on. And well, yâknow that story. Decades of Catholic-versus-Protestant slaughter and bombings up there around Belfast and Derry until today, when weâre a republic andâGod willingâthe power-sharing peace treaty in Ulster might actually work now. But youâll noticeâIâve got mâfingers crossed. And that last bitâfrom Civil War âtil tâday, especially that time they call âThe Troublesââhas filled a thousand books describinâ the unbelievably tangled shenanigans of politicians and freedom groups and just plain terrorists. I couldnât even start to give it to you straight. And anyway, you asked fer a fast version anâ thatâs what Iâve given you.â
âSo that was the fast version then?â
âFast as I could do it.â
âWellâthank you, and thank God I didnât ask for the slow one.â
âAye, wellâyâdâve been here fer another few hours, thaâs fer sureâ¦â
âYou must be very thirsty by now.â
âWellâbâjeez at last! I thought Iâd never ever hear the offer of liquid sustenance, which I am more than ready to accept, kind sir!â
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I FOLLOWED UP ON this brief introduction to Irish history from my diminutive friend in Waterford with far more extensive readings and now wholeheartedly agree with his description of his poor countryâs fortunes as âour terrible convoluted turmoil.â One of my favorite must-reads, of course, is the longâvery long (in dealing with Ireland how could it be anything else?)âepic Trinity , by Leon Uris.
S. Ravynheart, S.A. Archer
Stephen G. Michaud, Roy Hazelwood