Jude Collins worked for thirty years as a lecturer at the Ulster University/Ulster Polytechnic. Before that, he was a high school English teacher in Derry, Dublin, Edmonton and Winnipeg (Canada).
He is the author of eight books, including Booing the Bishop and other stories and Martin McGuinness: The man I knew. He has been a weekly columnist for The Irish News, Daily Ireland and currently writes for The Andersonstown News.
He has broadcast on TV and radio for the BBC, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC), Press TV and RTÉ. For the past thirteen years he has written a daily column on his blogsite www.judecollins.com
Some people tell me that as we get older, we get wiser, more understanding. I wish I could agree. Alas , I find I get uglier and stupider.But let’s park the uglier bit and concentrate on the stupider thing.
“Follow the money” is sensible advice in all sorts of circumstances. In the case of the Drumcree/Garvaghy Road stand-off, the money leads to the PSNI, which cost some £3 million. Imagine if your house and the house on either side of you got £1 million each – it’d be life-transforming. In the case of the policing of Garvaghy Road, it has not so much transformed the life of residents (it wasn’t they who got the money, it was the PSNI) as helped make their lives liveable again.
Dr Samuel Johnson had a way with words, while at the same time being a right old eighteenth century misogynist. On being asked his opinion of women preachers, he replied: “Sir, a woman's preaching is like a dog's walking on his hinder legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all”.
Let’s pretend it was black or brown people. A group of right-wing citizens decided that they had a right to march anywhere they wanted. So they thought the Garvaghy Road, full of black and brown people, would be a good place to exercise their democratic right. The right-wingers, let’s pretend, had a history. Less than thirty years ago they kept insisting on marching through this black and brown neighbourhood and their insistence led to the deaths of over twenty people. Would the black and brown community have a right to say “They shall not pass”? Would they have a right to build barricades, link up with groups who believed in their right to live free of humiliation?
Have you taken sides in the royal spat? Maybe you think that Earl Charles Spencer is a man who truly loved his sister, cared for her treatment by the royals during her life, seethed at the injustice of her death. King Charles III, in contrast, you may see as a man who loved a woman other than his wife, cared little about his wife during her life, and by some accounts punched the air and told Charles Spencer that his sister would soon be forgotten, even as the English people went a bit nuts in grieving over her. (Remember those mountains of flowers?)
President Trump flew into Ireland at the weekend and everyone was delighted. Well, everyone in Doonbeg. A village of 200 people, it’s received a huge injection of visitors since Trump took it over and especially since he’ s said he’d begoing to see the Irish Open golf tournament at his Irish gem.
IF you’ve been thinking, “The Drumcree/Garvaghy Road thing is ancient history now – it happened over 25 years ago. It’s done and dusted,” then I say, “Listen to what some unionist politicians are saying, this is far from done and dusted.” The pull of the past is irresistible for such people.
The headlines have been heaving with it. Royal correspondents have prattled on TV about the possible next step in their ‘careers’. Megan can claim that she has a profession – acting – and is planning to return to it. Harry doesn’t really have a job. He officially resigned from his ‘duties’ some years ago as a key member of the royal family, but other than having sympathy for British servicemen who’ve been injured in wars, he really doesn’t do much. And yet he’s on our screens time and time again.
On Friday last, I attended a meeting of Ireland’s Future, in Derry city. The panel for discussion (or conversation, as it’s now fashionable to call it) was Prof Colin Harvey, Rev Karen Sethuraman and Niall Murphy the well-known lawyer. It was an invigorating meeting, with questions raised and points articulated with conviction and sometimes passion.
Well, that was some week, eh? When it started with claims that the Fleadh would draw 800,000 people to Belfast, I thought it was maybe just a bit over-ambitious. Now they’re saying the number probably topped a million, and brought not £50 million to the city, but £60 million.
Last week I attended one of the many events organised by Feile an Phobail this year. It was a discussion involving four women- journalist Amanda Ferguson as chair, Claire Mitchell, Linzi McLaren and Claire Hannah. At the meeting I learnt a new word: “The Happy Lundies”. This is a term, I’m told, devised by former loyalist Davy Adams, to describe people who had been part of the Protestant Unionist Loyalist (PUL) constituency but who had migrated to a new ground, where they were happily in favour of or at least willing to explore the notion of a reunited Ireland.
Starting next week, as you know , we will have the Fleadh Ceoil na heireann in Belfast for the first time. The projected number of visitors to Belfast, drawn by the Fleadh , is expected to be 800,000. So here’s the question: how many of those enjoying the Fleadh will be unionists? I’m guessing very, very few.
IRISH people can be great and they can be ghastly. Two events from last week highlighted the ghastly side of the Gaels.