You have to draw one, at times. Sometimes it’s just a small one, like the one on the “É” in “Éirí Amach na Cásca” on the new wall in Glasnevin Cemetery commemorating all those who died during the 1916 Easter Rising. Sometime it’s a big one, like the one between those who were executed and those who fought with them; and those who executed and had fought with them. This new wall in Glasnevin Cemetery must be the first one ever anywhere in the world commemorating the dead, both of the ‘freedom fighters’ and the ‘oppressors’, on one big wall. Someone somewhere must be spinning in their grave. – At least this is what the German inside myself would feel.
Of course, Irish people are much less inclined to draw a ‘line in the sand than let’s say the Germans. I think that in Ireland nothing is as black and white as crossing that ‘line’ or not crossing it. I first learned that after an agreement in the North of Ireland had been signed and someone pointed out its ambiguity. Yes, the commentator agreed, isn’t it a real work of art to leave an agreement so open that both parties believe they had been the most successful in the negotiations.
There are sides in a conflict and you have to be clear about, as Florence Reece wrote and Pete Seeger sang, “Which side are you on?“. In the era of political-correctness-gone-mad, basic common sense as well as a sense of what is right and what is wrong are disappearing.
We went out for a walk today and got caught in a rain shower. By the time we were back home, we were both pretty wet. But rather than going indoors, we decided to sit outside and wait for a few rays o sunshine. And we weren’t disappointed – for about half an hour, we sat in the sun. What a lovely feeling that was.