Re: Let's Face It Ireland Got Screwed
Originally Posted by
Takahashi
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Oh yes, I remember that time very well when the daft Americans supplied the killers of innocent men, women and children with funds to buy arms in order to carry out their despicale bombing campaign. I remember that time when drinking in pubs in Ireland and England when some goon would come around with a collection hat for contributions for the cause. I remember that bullsh*t very well along with having to suffer the "poor little Ireland suffering under the cruel British boot" education that was shoved down our throats from our first day at school. No lessons please.
Well said Takahashi. I too still remember having to walk the length of Regent Street in London every morning and evening to get to the offices where I worked. I'm sure I held my breath everytime I had to walk past several lampost bins where bombs had been placed (and disarmed after warnings). I also remember having to always look under the seats and tables in any pub that we visited in the evenings after the spate of pub bombings.
Even worse, I recall making the annual pilgrimage with my parents and brothers to see my maternal and paternal grandparents in Ireland during the troubles. My mother's family lived in Kerry and all was peaceful and friendly there, but my Dad's whole family (he was one of 11 children) all lived in a town just outside of Limerick which was known everywhere as a suspected IRA stronghold town.
I especially recall my Dad at the time taking me to one side and telling me to ''keep my mouth shut'' if I heard anything untowards being said by others whilst we were there! (I was renowned for being outspoken and he well knew my feelings regarding the IRA.)
Of course, the first evening there, there were about 24 family uncles, aunts and cousins celebrating our arrival, taking up 4 tables in the local pub, when in come three men carrying buckets for contributions. My dad who was sitting next to me, just whispered '' keep your mouth shut and just put some coins in the bucket". I whispered back "Dream On" My poor dad actually looked really worried because he didn't (or perhaps he did) know how I would react when asked to put money towards that lot!
So as they came to our table what did he do? He put coins in for himself and said ''she (pointing to me) hasn't got any change" and put coins in on my behalf!
I was really angry with my dad at the time and it took me a while to forgive him, but my Mum explained how difficult it was for him being where we were, and him having to protect his whole family while not letting his own kin and others suspect his true feelings.
I still hate the IRA and their wholesale slaughter of innocents. And for what?