Andrée Murphy hails from Dublin but has lived in Belfast since 1994.
She is the Deputy Director of Relatives for Justice, a national victim support NGO which provides advocacy and therapeutic support for the bereaved and injured of the conflict. Holding a Masters Degree in international human rights law, Andrée's particular expertise and research on women affected by conflict trauma has seen her provide evidence to the United Nations in Geneva and to Congressional hearings in the US.
Andrée is a columnist for Belfast Media Group and is a regular contributor to broadcast media, providing political analysis and commentary.
The dehumanising of our community by unionism is not something new. Casting our rights to equality and dignity as in violation of laws which compound inequality and indignity as also as old as occupation and colonialism itself. It is the deliberate trick to privilege the position of the oppressor. To experience it in 2026, following a couple of decades of progress is annoying but nothing we can’t handle.
Whatever you might think of them, it would be hard to argue against the assertion that Sinn Féin’s MaryLou McDonald and, especially, Michelle O’Neill have not put a toe wrong over the past two weeks. In touch with their constituencies and the national mood, they asserted a new politics into an old argument. At once they defended the people of the Garvaghy Road and managed to keep their obligations to their respective parliaments, and not flinch in the face of unionist and media hostility. If Sinn Féin come out top in next year’s Assembly elections, many will point to this fortnight as a significant factor. And Mícheál Martin appears to be seething.
There is no such thing as coincidence here, collusion yes, coincidence no. Who told Jamie Bryson that there were irregular Parades Commission procedures in the Drumcree determination, irregularities that made him successfully challenge the determination in court? No other determination was challenged. But with an exceptional stroke of luck for the Orange Order the internal communication process wasn’t 100% regarding the decision, and therefore challengeable. My spidy senses tell me that was not a coincidence.
She was 21 years old and decided that she would not handle oranges from South Africa, and by doing so gave Ireland a moral compass in the face of governmental failure. Dubliner Mary Manning was a member of a trade union, not one of the biggest, and that union had passed motions against goods and services from the Apartheid state. Mary was in a low paid job in Dunnes Stores in Dublin City Centre in the 1980s, when most of those of her age were forced to emigrate to England or America due to the poverty and high unemployment rates. But she still chose to take a stand. From 1984 until 1987 she, and ten other Dunnes Strikers stayed on strike pay until the government was forced to adopt an embargo on South African goods. An ordinary working-class woman on a check out stood up while others found excuses not to. When Nelson Mandela was released and came to Ireland, he insisted on meeting her and her fellow strikers, and thanking them.
There is nothing performative, minimal or ordinary about what happened in Cardiff this week as Sinn Féin, Plaid Cymru and the Scottish National Party signed a memorandum of understanding which brought mature 21st century politics into the British colonial denial of self determination to our Celtic nations. A united front from the parties that want to disunite the union.
On the 5th February 1992, Christy Doherty (52), Jack Duffin (66), James Kennedy (15), Peter Magee (18) and William McManus (54) were killed in Sean Grahams Bookmakers on the Ormeau Road. Nine were wounded, including Peter Magee’s brother in-law Mark Sykes. Systemic RUC collusion in that attack has been laid bare after the families were forced to engage a Goliath battle seeking to have that truth established, with family members dying young as a result of trauma and injury. One of the weapons used in the attack was placed on public display in the Imperial War Museum, while the investigation was still live. At the 29th anniversary commemoration PSNI officers arrested Mark Sykes in one of the most appalling acts of public authority indecency seen since the ceasefires.
I wasn’t sold on the Good Friday Agreement when I read it for the first time.
Is being decent and professional in our local politics now a vote loser?
In social media this week there was a concerted effort by some Tory MPs to assert of victimhood of British soldiers who are being asked to account for their actions during the conflict. Portraying them as victims, the slick and well-funded campaign is designed to undermine the rights of those bereaved and injured and asks us to have sympathy for those who wore uniforms and “protected us”. Of course this appeal to jingoism and some sense of patriotism flies in the face of the established facts, where British soldiers took lives, injured and tortured with impunity for the duration of the conflict, who still face soft soap forms of non-accountable conversations with non-human right compliant “investigations” and only in rare and absolutely incontrovertible cases might face the rigour of the law.
It was a week of surprise, hope and smiles across Belfast last week and a common sense that this was glimpse into what we could be, and what we want “us” to be. The Fleadh, with Féile, brought out the best of our city. And with that we now are asking questions of ourselves, and our potential.
“Yeah me brother and his girlfriend were up there at the weekend with a tent, camping on the Ormeau Road. They had to come back on the early train this morning for work, but they are going back up at the weekend. Me and me mates are going up too. None of us have ever been at a Fleadh before.”
As we embark on another Féile it is breathtaking to see how women and women’s issues are centre stage, equally, proudly, diversely and complexly. Nine years ago when the Féile programme came out there was a dearth of women speaking at events, or even chairing events. There were manels every day and it was uneven in representation. Those days are firmly in the past.
New British Prime Minister Andy Burnham’s decisions on the Secretaries of State for the regions voting for parties who campaign for independence tell us something important.
Dublin Kerry was always the Golden ticket when I was growing up. My father would go out looking dapper in his slacks, sports jacket, shirt and tie and Chelsea boots. The coming home was a different story, with the tie in his pocket, the jacket tied round his tiny waist, and a torn navy- and sky-blue paper hat on the side of his head, and the ends of a Kerry one shaped into an origami-like rude figure (the da always had a creative side).
The memory you reach for when someone asks “what is your first memory” is ever changing. I am not sure what came first. Was it the other memory from my Nana Murphy’s farm when we went to collect eggs and she laughing at the chickens who tried to attack me? Or was it running through the lashing rain with my mother shielding me under her coat, when I am half holding her legs, standing on her feet?