F%CK Cancer

I had a lot of things to write about this week such as the birth of one of my greatest inspirations, Padraig Pearse, the conviction and suicide attempt of Wolfe Tone, and last Saturday marked the anniversary of the people of Ireland electing its first woman President too. I dropped the ball on all of them – which makes me really sad, but I have a good reason. Last week my friend and housemate had a double mastectomy while pregnant in an attempt to be cancer free and spare her unborn any radiation treatment.  I am one of her primary caretakers for her long recovery. As you might imagine, I have not had a lot of creativity in me during the last week and writing is a luxury that I can’t seem to find the time for at this moment.

I hope to return to it next week – particularly since there is so much to write about right now, such as the Ballymurphy decision, the Irish Water debacle, the awful bigotry against the Irish language and a ton of historical anniversaries. It’s making me crazy to skip some of these important topics and my hope is that people are still learning about them and fighting the good fight anyway.

Speaking of fighting, cancer sucks. Please donate to your favorite science group who is attempting to defeat it. There is no reason that we shouldn’t be able to battle it better than we have or why drastic measures are still the only way to go in that fight. My strong American Irish roommate is a great inspiration and warrior woman in this fight, but if we had more research, she and others like her might not have to go through things like this. It’s high time we find a new weapon against cancer and everyone in the world can help make that happen.

It’s also time to hold your loved ones close and appreciate all the things and people you have in your life. This blog, and those that read it occasionally are high on that list for me – so thank you for stopping by. I promise to return as soon as my brainpower can make that happen.

Go raibh maith agaibh

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Embarrassed by ‘Merica

One of the many reasons I scour the world news is because the media here in America is useless. We get what we ask for, which is fear-mongering over Ebola, tea party agendas and a bunch of grumpy old men deciding what constitutes harassment or what women should be allowed to do with their bodies. When the time comes that we could actually change it, voter attendance is at an all time low – and despite the fact that congress has only a 10% approval rating, 90% of those up for re-election were voted back in. It makes no sense. Now we are up against a Republican (not in the Irish sense) senate and a Republican house who have control over everything from our budget to our bodies and our Supreme court.

It’s embarrassing.

As bad as the vote went for anyone who has a smidgen of critical thinking, what is just as  bad is how little any of the elected figures and talking heads know about any other place in the world. Muslims and Islamic countries have borne the brunt of that ignorance for over a decade now but unfortunately almost every country has had a share in that pie. This time it’s Ireland. America has a lot of historical ties to Ireland and a lot of love for the country across the sea, but this humiliating clip shows just how little those in charge of our televisions know about the Emerald Isle. When you think about the fact that 90% of Americans get their information and opinions second-hand from pundits and the “news”, it is no surprise that the rest of the world thinks Americans are fat, dumb and lazy.

So on behalf of those of us who have an awareness of other countries and pay attention to the rest of the world, those of us who understand both history and the present, and any of us with a love for Ireland, I apologize. Please don’t judge us all like you should rightfully judge Joe Kernan. It starts out just fine but the last 3 minutes or so are so cringe-worthy that I can’t even believe no one turned off the mic.

::Head Hits Desk::

Learning Irish

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English not preferred or spoken here

I beg the pardon of everyone who is a fluent speaker of Irish when I say that your language is damn near impossible and really, really HARD. Seriously. It’s enough to sometimes make me want to throw my lessons across the room and sometimes I just want to rock back and forth and cry.

I’m wondering if there’s anyone out there who has ever participated in the San Francisco Irish Immersion weekend to help with the learning. It seems pretty awesome but it is expensive, so if there’s anyone who has done it or may be interested in going and learning one of the most frustrating (sorry) languages ever, let me know or register here:

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July 2nd belongs to The Irish Brigade

Today I give you a story of the Irish in America during the Civil War. Throughout American history the Irish have always had a connection to discrimination – first being discriminated against  (No Catholics, No Irish) and then gaining a generalized reputation for discriminating against others. Part of this stems from their own persecution that developed into a deep distrust of anyone outside of their own communities. Some of it is just the age old misconceptions of the Irish in general – that they’re all devoted to shenanigans, violence and little else.

If you buy into those generalizations, you may assume that the Irish Brigade fought for the Confederacy in the Civil War. Thankfully, you’d be totally wrong. They were a highly effective tool for the North, though many were conflicted and unsure of their allegiance. The Union promised them more freedoms and rights, even if they had to fight for them – but many also worried that emancipation would involve more people who would challenge them in their struggles to find even the lowliest of jobs. But in the end, the Fighting Irish committed to the North and when they did, the North gained a company of men that were brilliant fighters who seemingly would never give up.

The Irish Brigade was nearly decimated more than once but they continued to fight even when they lost more than half their numbers. In the battle of Fredericksburg, their numbers fell from 1600 to a measly 256. It was during that battle that General Robert E. Lee allegedly referred to the Irish company as the “Fighting 69th”. They bled through some of the biggest battles of the Civil War and were disillusioned, tired, and only about 500 strong on July 2nd, in 1863, when they fought in the battle of Gettysburg.

As they prayed near Cemetery Hill before they went into battle, the soldiers knew that they were grossly outnumbered and likely to die. They made their stand in a place that would henceforth be known as the Wheatfield, where they were part of an attack designed to stall the Confederate forces that were advancing. The Brigade initially forced them back, fighting dirty with all they had – hands, knives, bayonets, clubs, and muskets. It was such a fierce melee that one of their opponents was quoted as saying that it was “the hottest and sternest struggle of the war.” Ultimately, after losing over one third of their already skeletal numbers they were pushed back, but their ferocity had slowed the South enough that the Union line held until reinforcements arrived.

In the end, during the entire Civil War, only 2 other Union brigades lost more people than the Irish. There is a beautiful statue of a Celtic cross with a mourning Irish Wolfhound that’s been raised on the battlefield in Gettysburg to commemorate their sacrifice. Gettysburg is hallowed ground to many but near the cross you can almost hear the battle cry of the Brigade – Fág an Bealach, which means Clear the Way. And the nickname that General Lee had given the unit, has stuck around for more than a century, living on even now. The Wolfe Tones wrote a song about them that the Dropkick Murphys have resurrected and covered. Also, since 1907, the Fighting 69th has been a unit in the National Guard Of New York. They have fought in both World Wars and served with distinction in almost every conflict to this day.

  Gentlemen, thank you for your service.

 

In Memorium, Irish Brigade

In Memorium, Irish Brigade