"Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew"
- "The Foggy Dew" by Canon Charles O'Neill
There is a man wearing a
black cloth ski mask aiming an assault rifle, watching you wherever you go with
omniscient eyes and a green army suite. Today, he is made from some kind of
acrylic paint on a mural in the west side of Belfast. Though just a few years
ago hundreds like him scattered the city patrolling citizen’s every move in support of Ulster loyalism. I’m
told this masked man upon the building is known as the Ulster Freedom Fighter or as my tour guide failingly jokes, the Belfast Mona Lisa.
As we continued on the tour, I see that the city looks abandoned.
The ‘temporary’ peace wall stands as it did in its uprising in 1969, protected
by concrete blocks and barbered wire dividing the Protestant unionists and the Catholic nationalists. I see a group of middle-aged tourists
with cameras dangling from their necks go up to the wall and scribble their
names upon it like a bathroom stall door. The wall is covered in a slew of
handwritings mostly with names or lover’s initials, and the occasional “unity”
or “peace.” Amongst the decrepitated
wall and ornate graffiti, a quote from the Dalai Lama is stamped upon, reading
“Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.” Contradictory, I
thought. The island is divided between those who accepted change to the British
rule and those who stood for the values of a unified Ireland. Could there
really be this balance with this inescapable concrete wall standing between them?
On the east side, the wind bustles through
the air catching the British flags blowing them back and forward, then back
again in a patriotic dance. I’m told they will be taken down after the summertime
Orange parade, but I think the impression will still stand with or without the
decorations. Murals of political prisoners, martyrs for the cause, and hunger
strikers resonate through the walls of the city’s buildings. On the west side, broken letters
hang from store titles, trash is left on the ground, and run-down thrift stores
occupy the empty streets. Wherever I look I see scars of terrorism and political
warfare.
In the distance, hills look down upon Belfast and I wonder what the town would look like if it was better kept with a more efficient street cleaning service or building restorations. It sure wasn’t like the air in Dublin and even the
accents had hints of English in them. Their murals represent past heroes and martyrs for the cause, and I can't help to think they could benefit from looking to the future for hope instead of its past.
I enjoyed the quote you used as a sort of introduction, but I'd like to see you weave it into the piece more--is it a song? a poem? I was very intrigued. I like the attention you pay the tourists writing their names on the peace wall. That seemed odd to me as well. Try weaving the history into your observations more in the last two paragraphs as you did in your second paragraph. I think that would give the last paragraphs some more depth. Great observations!
ReplyDeleteSuite means a collection of furniture. I think you mean army uniform. It is not clear what you mean by accept change to the British Rule. British rule had lasted 700 years, with many uprisings against the colonizers, before there was ever a chance for a Free State. That was only granted when the union of the six northern counties was guaranteed. Be clear about what you mean. I am not sure that the quoted song applies to your blog at all. How does it?
ReplyDeleteThe quote is from an Irish ballad written about the Easter Uprising, but more importantly about the opinion of an Irishman during the political war and his viewpoint on nationalism, a topic I discuss within my blog. When I refer to British rule and Irish values, I'm speaking of treaty vs anti-treaty.. the time frame of the entire blog.
ReplyDeleteI thik you ending happens too quickly- slow down a develop it further. Aslo, i agree with Erin, get that song woven in or at least use it as a framing device.
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