Easter Monday 1916 Revolutionary celebrations in Dublin had its up and downs, its successes and its disasters.
And I was fortunate to have experienced many of them.
First prize goes to Mother Nature. Realising the heroic efforts of the men, women and children of the Rising had been pretty well ignored by the average JoeMacBlow in Ireland back then – it decided to put on a special show for the centennial.
And what a show it turned out to be, perhaps the brightest, prettiest, sunniest day this year. One that brought out thousands of Irish people to walk the sacred walkways tread by Connolly, Pearse, Plunkett and co., with many of the people wearing turn-of-the-20th century clothing, including tweed waistcoats, flat-caps, bonnets and brogues.
Being from West Belfast, I was also delighted to learn that security for Easter Monday’s 1916 commemorations in Dublin was organised by MICAB, the company owned by Andersonstown-based, former Republican prisoner, John Trainer. I guess all that experience in ‘security operations’ we got over the last few decades up North helps.
Last prize on the sacred day goes to highly-paid, long-time RTE Loyalist, Miriam O’Callaghan. Behaving like a Russian doll with seemingly nothing inside but herself, she got smaller and smaller as an event she hosted entitled “Reflections on Exile – How we are viewed by our American cousins” at The Gaiety Theatre near Stephens Green wore on.
Dear Miriam, salary in excess of 300,000 euro, plus expenses, made so many gaffes, she became comical entertainment embodied.
First of all, she had the talented musician-cum-singer Mick Moloney perform his lovely rendition of the ballad, ‘James Connolly,’ twice as RTE’s ineptness meant it had failed to record him properly.
Then, speaking to eminent New York University Irish history professor John Lee, she said, “Is that the proclamation of independence you have there on your knee? Do you know how important that is?” The solemn professor looked aghast.
Later, in a pathetic transplanted D4 attempt to redeem herself, the misguided O’Callaghan asked the same unfortunate, “Let’s talk some more about 1916? How important was it?” adding for assertive emphasis, “Spell it out for me.”
Mairead Mooney of Donegal-based Altan fame deserves strong credit for her words and her singing, though dressed as she was in an All-Black outfit, one might have thought she was a cheerleader for the New Zealand rugby team. But with that sulky-blonde-hair-all-down-my-back look lending her that unique sexy-sensual-come-get-me-wide-eyed-innocence combo, she sang a beautiful, unaccompanied version of ‘Roisin Dubh.’
Then, sitting on the ‘intellectual’ couches with Lee and Armagh-born Pulitzer-prize-winning poet, Paul Muldoon, for the Q&A session (probably under her PR minder’s guidance to raise her profile for a future Senator’s spot on the Arts and Culture panel when Sinn Fein rises to Government status), she said, bravely enough, “the rebel leaders of 1916 would probably turn over in their graves to see what Ireland has become today,” adding, as a matter of course, “more money should be given for the arts. After all, that’s what Ireland is known for throughout the world.” (And there I thought it was for widespread nepotism, corruption and political and financial incompetence).
Then there was my brother Joseph. So proud of him, I am. Selected to march up O’Connell Street on Easter Sunday, he was also chosen to be a member of the Irish Citizens Army and promptly dressed up in suitable 1916 attire the very next day to re-enact the Battle of Ashbourne, the only victory in the entire revolution. And that was just a few of his duties over the Easter celebrations.
When I left Dublin this morning, he was headed to Liberty Hall for yet another event he had been asked to participate in at which President Michael Higgins spoke.
And last, but not least, my Transylvanian-born wife, Columbia, now an Irish citizen, who duly took up with a Republican group and marched proudly (with me alongside as dutiful husband) past the GPO, Dublin Castle and the Four Courts to Kilmainham Jail where rebel leaders were executed.
So let’s wait to see what the next 100 years brings. Considering her birthplace, Columbia may be the only one of us alive then.
the centenary parades led by officialdom were something of a let down in spelling out what the Easter rising was all about. it was about kicking a foreign colonialist power out of ireland, plain and simple, which meant shooting and killing as many of the opposing forces as possible, the Sherwood Foresters suffering the most casulties .
the” brave” leaders of Fianna Fail, Fine gael and labour we had overviewing the easter Sunday commemorative event on O’Connell street had absolutely no right to be there.
yes’ Martin McGuinnesss presence was justified because he was the only one there who had military experience of fighting British forces in our country, and so had a direct link with what the leaders of the easter rising were trying to do. as for Enda, Joan and Michael they have sullied the cause of republicanism in their attempts at being more British than the British themselves and in the process handed over our country and its assets to bond holders, eurocrats to further their get rich quick junkets.
the Easter lily, a symbol of the Easter rising has been ditched and replaced by bunches of daffodils? i’m surprised that this bunch of flip flopers weren’t wearing Poppies to make it all inclusive? but i have no doubt that remembering the frolics at the Somme will provide ample opportunity for them to do so, as the Poppy commemorates all British soldiers killed in all conflicts including those that carried out many atrocities in our country.
shame on them.
I’ve always admired a Man who speaks his mind. As this reader did. Bravo!
In fact, one of the problems in Ireland is that people don’t often speak their minds, on small, everyday things, yes, but not when it comes to important ones, like whom they vote for in elections. Ask and it’s like you’re asking which sex position they prefer so you can both practice together (diversity at its best, some might say). Seriously though, in an citizen activity as important as voting, one obviously must be sure of the reasons for selecting certain candidate(s). And if you are sure, then you should be proud of that decision. Indeed, you should be more than willing to persuade others to do so also. When it comes to political parties in Ireland such as Fianna Fail or Fine Gael – and their woeful track records since the establishment of the State (I dare not use the term ‘Republic’ as it is not so, by any manner of means) – it is hard for me to truly believe that people really have thought through why they vote for these parties. That’s why people who do refuse to talk about it. For in doing so, they might feel severely embarrassed. So why not save your embarrassment. Speak out as Mr. Woods has done. And vote right next time (and I don’t mean ‘Right’). It’s perfectly al-right to do so.