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Telling the truth about Ireland is not very pleasant to a patriotic Englishman; but it is very patriotic. It is the truth and nothing but the truth which I have but touched on in the last chapter. Several times, and especially at the beginning of this war, we narrowly escaped ruin because we neglected that truth, and would insist on treating our crimes of the '98 and after as very distant; while in Irish feeling, and in fact, they are very near. Repentance of this remote sort is not at all appropriate to the case, and will not do. It may be a good thing to forget and forgive; but it is altogether too easy a trick to forget and be forgiven.

The truth about Ireland is simply this: that the relations between England and Ireland are the relations between two men who have to travel together, one of whom tried to stab the other at the last stopping-place or to poison the other at the last inn. Conversation may be courteous, but it will be occasionally forced. The topic of attempted murder, its examples in history and fiction, may be tactfully avoided in the sallies; but it will be occasionally present in the thoughts. Silences, not devoid of strain, will fall from time to time. The partially murdered person may even think an assault unlikely to recur; but it is asking too much, perhaps, to expect him to find it impossible to imagine. And even if, as God grant, the predominant partner is really sorry for his former manner of predominating, and proves it in some unmistakable manner—as by saving the other from robbers at great personal risk—the victim may still be unable to repress an abstract psychological wonder about when his companion first began to feel like that. Now this is not in the least an exaggerated parable of the position of England towards Ireland, not only in '98, but far back from the treason that broke the Treaty of Limerick and far onwards through the Great Famine and after. The conduct of the English towards the Irish after the Rebellion was quite simply the conduct of one man who traps and binds another, and then calmly cuts him about with a knife. The conduct during the Famine was quite simply the conduct of the first man if he entertained the later moments of the second man, by remarking in a chatty manner on the very hopeful chances of his bleeding to death. The British Prime Minister publicly refused to stop the Famine by the use of English ships. The British Prime Minister positively spread the Famine, by making the half-starved populations of Ireland pay for the starved ones. The common verdict of a coroner's jury upon some emaciated wretch was "Wilful murder by Lord John Russell": and that verdict was not only the verdict of Irish public opinion, but is the verdict of history. But there were those in influential positions in England who were not content with publicly approving the act, but publicly proclaimed the motive. The Times, which had then a national authority and respectability which gave its words a weight unknown in modern journalism, openly exulted in the prospect of a Golden Age when the kind of Irishman native to Ireland would be "as rare on the banks of the Liffey as a red man on the banks of the Manhattan." It seems sufficiently frantic that such a thing should have been said by one European of another, or even of a Red Indian, if Red Indians had occupied anything like the place of the Irish then and since; if there were to be a Red Indian Lord Chief Justice and a Red Indian Commander-in-Chief, if the Red Indian Party in Congress, containing first-rate orators and fashionable novelists, could have turned Presidents in and out; if half the best troops of the country were trained with the tomahawk and half the best journalism of the capital written in picture-writing, if later, by general consent, the Chief known as Pine in the Twilight, was the best living poet, or the Chief Thin Red Fox, the ablest living dramatist. If that were realised, the English critic probably would not say anything scornful of red men; or certainly would be sorry he said it. But the extraordinary avowal does mark what was most peculiar in the position. This has not been the common case of misgovernment. It is not merely that the institutions we set up were indefensible; though the curious mark of them is that they were literally indefensible; from Wood's Halfpence to the Irish Church Establishment. There can be no more excuse for the method used by Pitt than for the method used by Pigott. But it differs further from ordinary misrule in the vital matter of its object. The coercion was not imposed that the people might live quietly, but that the people might die quietly. And then we sit in an owlish innocence of our sin, and debate whether the Irish might conceivably succeed in saving Ireland. We, as a matter of fact, have not even failed to save Ireland. We have simply failed to destroy her.

(from The Crimes of England)

So sue me, I had a read

Date: 2011-12-01 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ideealisme.livejournal.com
I think he might be on to something, that Mr Chesterton. There is a discomfort there for sure, an unease. It's thawed a lot but I was amazed at the difference between certain sects of society when it came to war memorial etc. - in Protestant churches it was like poppy central. We've no war memorials in the Republic as you probably know.

When the Queen came to visit here earlier this year, there was an almost euphoric delight, perhaps even overkill. I am happy the occasion took place, though.

I think the hurt comes from being such close neighbours. It means that some of our own co-conspired with the enemy over local territorial disputes and because we were just next door, our wish (which was not even universal) for self-actualisation was not taken so seriously as if we were more distant. I mean even now you'll have nutters shouting Erin go Bragh and supporting Tottenham bloody Hotspur. Somehow our concerns were framed as being more trivial. I think that's where the mistrust might have come from, on the Irish side, but that's just my guess.

Kinda odd to read this now, after doing such an effective job of screwing up the country all by ourselves (partially history-driven, of course) but there you go.

Re: So sue me, I had a read

Date: 2011-12-01 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fpb.livejournal.com
I think he might be on to something, that Mr Chesterton.
"Gilbert Keith Chesterton was the only poet who knew what was actually going on." (Neil Gaiman)

The Man who was Thursday

Date: 2011-12-01 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ideealisme.livejournal.com
I'm familiar with some of the Father Brown stories. And the above mentioned play.

Re: The Man who was Thursday

Date: 2011-12-01 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fpb.livejournal.com
Hmmm. Considering the total disaster our previous interaction has been, I wonder whether it is wise to tell you, but GKC was an immensely prolific writer at a colossally high level (his book on St.Thomas Aquinas, for instance, has often been reckoned as the best introduction to its subject by people who knew what they were saying). Most of his work is online: http://www.gkc.org.uk/gkc/books/index.html

Meanwhile, I have a suggestion. If you are curious to read something of mine, why not this lot? http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/fabio_p_barbieri/ A bit less politics that way.

Disaster

Date: 2011-12-01 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ideealisme.livejournal.com
I'll have a look, that I promise you. Don't read a lot of fanfic but I've been introduced to more of it lately since joining an online community where there are a lot of aficionadas.

Considering the total disaster our previous interaction has been

Hmmm. And yet you put up a post that is directly relevant to topics you were discussing on my journal (or, ETA, the posited background to my POV re same and also my country of birth), a public post which I might well come over and read out of curiosity. Now granted it might be a c & p job but it's a lot of work to put in on behalf of an interaction you consider a disaster.

I don't see why your opinion on Chesterton should affect my opinions one way or the other. It's not like you're rehabilitating Belloc.

Anyway that **** captcha yokie is a PITA so that will put a natural restraint on my comments, thereby keeping future disaster to a blessed minimum.

Edited Date: 2011-12-01 11:40 pm (UTC)

Re: Disaster

Date: 2011-12-02 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fpb.livejournal.com
Mademoiselle, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but it ain't all about you you you. I am currently reading a great deal of material from about 1914 to about 1939, for reasons that have nothing to do with you. This led me to the discovery that the BEST literary material produced during the Great War - way ahead of Siegfried Sassoon or Robert Owen - was the war propaganda material turned out by dozens of the finest minds in Europe and America, on which lies a damnatio memoriae as complete as it is grotesque. Chesterton may just be the greatest of them all, and every now and then a passage leaps out at me. And I blog it. As I have been doing since the year of the Lord 2004.

And what, pray tell, is wrong with rehabilitating Belloc?

Your pieces

Date: 2011-12-05 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ideealisme.livejournal.com
Right, I'm back. I did read two of your pieces. I haven't read the canon on which they're based (I only got as far as HP1) but the first one about Goyle(?) and his mania for punctuation was witty and amusing. You do good dialogue, the one thing I would say is avoid having all your characters sound too similar when they speak. The second was about Nymphadora (Jesus what a name) Tonks and her uncle Lucius and that was well described though I thought given the nature of the relationship I thought it would have been shaded a bit darker. But that might be personal preference.

I've only written one piece of fanfic and I rarely read it so might not be the intended audience but I hope this is useful FWIW.

Re: Your pieces

Date: 2011-12-05 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fpb.livejournal.com
You have read a couple of the less demanding items - not that I don't like them, but I don't think they represent my strongest work. I think myself that the best among my fics are "Orpheus" at ffnet and "The First Nymphadora" and "It Was All on Account of the Little Russian Girl" at Fictionalley.

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