…it’s not nice to rub in centuries-old defeats in your neighbours’ faces.
Shankill Road, West Belfast, the United Kingdom, a few weeks ago. Already looking like a shanty town, with pallets all around way over head-height. Indeed over the head height of giraffes. At least by tomorrow, the 12th of July, most of them will have gone. But the air will be noxious and thick with smoke and fumes.
For what?
No wonder many Northern Irelanders go on holiday outwith the Province at this time of year.
Were I to be Mayor of Belfast, I’d organize Volleyball contests across the “peace wall” between Falls and Shankill.
Suggestions for alternative July 12th celebrations are welcome.
Or for a new unified Northern Irish holiday without sectarian and overbearing overtones.
