I looked up from my book and out the window of the tour bus
to see, flying over the green fields of Ireland, the Union Jack. “We must be in
Ulster,” I thought and the reality of this colony set in. With no warning we
had crossed the imaginary line into Northern Ireland and the British Empire, where
my Euros were useless and I imagined, naively, that half of the people were
running around shouting “God save the queen” and the other half were cursing
her name.
When I got a chance to wander around a little bit the next
afternoon, I got a much different picture of the city. Sure there was the odd
British flag, but most of the imagery had to do with corporations. After the probably
the most authentic Cuban sandwich of my life (made by an immigrant from a
different colonized island, conquered by another empire) I stepped out of the
Belfast market in search of my friends. They were not, as expected, at the
pub next door which gave me the opportunity to explore the city centre at my
own pace. Since I wasn’t in the mood for a shopping trip to the Gap or H&M,
or any of the other international corporations who’ve put down their feet in industry
hub that makes Belfast so valuable to the UK, I started looking for a quiet
place to enjoy a pint of the black or a cup of coffee--any dark liquid to take the edge off of the weary afternoon.
On one of Belfast’s busiest streets, I almost didn’t notice one
small indication of unrest in the midst of the corporate mecca that the “powers
that be” would have its people believe that Belfast has become. On the side of bus-stop awning an advert
depicting a fried chicken “SNACK BOX” claimed that this greasy fare was the choice
of the so-called “STR££T WISE.” But the clever substitution of the symbol for
the pound was subverted by black-and-white flyer slapped across the restaurant
logo asking, “Can the dictatorship be defeated?” A meeting of the Socialist
Party would take place at 2pm that afternoon in which a “Hong Kong socialist”
would preach revolution against oppressive rulers and their imposition of will
in a speech called “CHINESE WORKERS STRIKE BACK.”
It’s been said that the violence in Belfast has receded in part
because people have more money. People don’t want to bomb each other if they
have enough to eat, etc. But perhaps for the militant protestor depicted on
this poster, for whoever had the guts to print it out and post in on that wall,
and for those who showed up at the meeting, there is a new oppressor: capital. I
don’t know the full effect of British colonization in Hong Kong, or what it’s
like to work in Belfast, but I can understand how the need to rebel will never disappear. Some people are always going to get fucked over by the system, and some of those people are inevitably going to
get mad.
It doesn't consider itself a colony. I suppose some Irish Catholics consider the six counties still colonies of Ireland, but the majority see themselves as British. When the Catholics outnumber the Protestants, it will be interesting to see what happens.
ReplyDeleteI like your beginning, it's a clear image without being a boring photograph. I think your relating of corporations to capitol is a little shaky, it could be more in depth. It's a bit sudden and the only detail that sparks this theory is the sign over an advertisement. A few more images of capitol working with or against corporation would give this piece more depth. Overall enjoyable to read with decent flow.
ReplyDeleteI think what makes it shaky is that capitol is the wrong word! I do like this post because it gets to what many feel is one aspect of the divide--$. You could even go a bit deeper in the discussion of this being a world wide problem, which you begin to with the Chinese speakr.
ReplyDeleteSpellcheck fails me. Read, "capital." I'm changing it now.
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