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A country where dreams and nightmares invariably collide

Francis Farragher

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A different era maybe . . . but the spectre of racism is still part of American life.

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It’s been a strange few days in terms of the ways of the world. So, what’s new about that, one might ask, as we all begin to appreciate the little joys of greater personal freedoms, and hopefully, we at last begin to emerge from the worst part of the coronavirus curve.

May 25 is one of those dates that holds out a bit of special meaning for me, but this year it was one that produced a horrible piece of TV-video footage of a 46-years-old black man, George Floyd, being choked to death as a white police officer pressed his knee into the neck of the man he had arrested.

Five days later along the Salthill Prom, about 40 teenagers, whose behaviour had spiralled out of control, dished out horrendous abuse to Gardaí trying to break up a row that had started between two of them.

Both incidents, while differing greatly in terms of their conclusions, told a tale of massive cultural differences that exist between countries like Ireland and the United States. One based on courtesy and community co-operation; and the other with dangerous undercurrents of racism and violent behaviour.

The United States has to be one of the strangest countries on this planet. On the one hand, it is the land of creativity, hope, glory and dreams . . . on the other, a cesspit of intolerance, vicious racism, bullying and at times raw hatred.

Of course, it would be grossly unfair to tar all Americans with the one brush. There are large swathes of their population who are open-minded, fair, kind and charitable, but without doubt there is also a sizeable minority (well maybe even more) who are aligned to the notions of white supremacy.

The case might be made that some Americans are still prisoners to the culture of black slavery that can be traced back to 1619, when a Dutchman arrived with the first batch of captives on Virginia’s shores.

Slavery remained the status quo in America until the Civil War of 1861 to 1865 when President Abraham Lincoln officially proclaimed the end of slavery when he declared that slaves in rebel areas “are, and henceforward shall be free”.

Lincoln, though, paid the ultimate price for his campaign against slavery when he was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth as part of a plot to try and revive the cause of the Confederate states in the South.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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Thirst and turf were always the closest of soulmates

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The bog: a curious mixture of romance and backache.

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IN the greater scale of things, it’s certainly not a first-world problem, but the other evening, within an hour or so of a most fabulous sunset imaginable as I made my way home from an evening in the bog, there was just a little but forlorn longing to have one, or maybe even two, of my favourite beverages in the local watering hole.

The bog is a real love-hate affair with most people. I know sisters in one family, one of whom who swears that she could spend the rest of her days amidst the wild heathers as long as the sun shone, while her sibling has nothing but abject horror for the place.

I find myself somewhere in the middle of this divergence, half-enjoying short stints among the rows of turf but only if there’s a bit of company about to give me some little sprigs of hope of a ‘plot completion’.

There are friends of mine unbothered by things like deadlines who would gladly while away long hours day-after-day footing and re-footing (pronounced ‘rayfooting) the turf, but I’m inclined to go with the option of keeping handling time to a minimum.

Back in years like 2019, which seems to be a number from a different universe given what we’ve been through with the virus, we’d at least have the pleasure of a little boast to our imbibing friends in the local about how many yards we had ‘gone through’ in an evening, but now the journey home is a lot more lonesome.

True, there can be ‘the can or two’ to be consumed from the home fridge, but somehow or other, it really isn’t the same as the bit of banter, jibing or boasting that fuel the exchanges in the local hostelry.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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Ah feck it – so what’s the harm in an odd curse here and there

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Ancient Romans: First off the mark with this cursing business.

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I’m not really a television person and especially so when the daylight hours begin to stretch. There is, though, the occasional and often random dip into something that catches my eye or ear and last week, Ardal O’Hanlon’s ‘Holy F***’ programme ‘killed an hour’ before the arrival of The Sandman.

It kind of took me back to a time at national school, maybe at the fourth or fifth class stage, when we all thought we were ‘getting to be big lads’, making our way in the world at around the age of ten or eleven.

For most of us, cursing or any kind of liaison with bad language was very much off-limits both at school and at home, but being an entrepreneurial bunch, we used to organise ourselves into little groups far away from the prying eyes of teachers and pestering parents.

These were quite simply cursing sessions, where we’d all use the F word, the C word and a variety of B words to get our points across to each other. Of course, we weren’t really ‘making points’ – or much sense either – but these little championship matches of swear words seemed to give us great satisfaction.

I remember another occasion many moons ago when a brother of mine used the C word within earshot of ‘the ould ones’ at home, and for an hour or two, I thought he’d committed a crime on a par with an unlawful killing or the robbery of a travelling shop.

The short C word I never heard used again in a domestic setting, apart from our own little primary school gang in a secure corner of the playground (well a field at the time), when it would be exchanged with great enthusiasm, knowing full well that it would be supressed again until our next clandestine get-together.

Is there really anything such as bad language? Probably not, as most of the words that we consider to fall into this category of speech can all be found in the bowels of the Collins or Oxford dictionaries. They are just words, and as long as they’re not used in an abusive manner, they tend to form part of many people’s daily conversations.

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Benjy’s passing breaks a link with far more innocent times

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Moira Deady (Mary Riordan), Tom Hickey (son Benjy) and Biddy White Lennon (Maggie, wife of Benjy) at a Riordans' reunion in 2009. All three are now deceased.

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For those of us of a certain generation the news earlier this month wasn’t of actor Tom Hickey having passed away, rather it was ‘that Benjy was dead’.

A most accomplished thespian he was acclaimed on all of the theatrical platforms – television, stage and film – but for those of us who grew up in the 1960s and 1970s, Tom Hickey would always be the young, ambitious and sometimes amorous farmer from the village of Leestown in The Riordans.

It all started out in the era of black-and-white television in the mid-1960s, that’s if your house was lucky enough to have an old Philips, Bush or Pye set in the corner of the kitchen, whether it be bought or rented. (Remember the jingle – ‘oldies only’: “RTV have the sets and the service, so rent from RTV.”

If not, of course, there was always the option of the visit to a house down the road, where people of a friendly disposition, didn’t mind, regular weekly gatherings of young and old to watch a match or their favourite programme on ‘the box’.

Benjy Riordan’s travails ranged from trying to establish some kind of influence in the running of the family farm which was firmly under the control of his father Tom, aka John Cowley, to seducing his long-time romantic interest, namely Maggie Nael, played by Biddy White Lennon.

It goes without saying that it was a very different Ireland back then with Benjy’s often clumsy moves at ‘stealing a kiss’ from Maggie likely to be the subject of an outcry from Church, State or even local councillors.

I remember one particular episode – if memory serves me right, it involved a ‘bit of kissing’ between Benjy and Maggie in the bushes – where the incident took up a major chunk of time at a meeting of Tuam Town Commissioners.

This was still an era of so-called high morals when even the remotest hint of any sexual advances towards a female of the species from a bubbly male on Irish TV was quite certain to spark off an outcry from the usual suspects.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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