Epitaph of January 2015. Those who then laughed at my vagaries, have all gone down to the dust. The world was before me, and all mankind my brethren. I have made you desolate. I want you for other purposes. Go, work in my vineyard, was the word. I conferred not with flesh and blood. No pope or priest, no minister or prelate augmented my purse, to enable me to spy out the nakedness of the land. I came a warfare at my own charges. I came to gather no legends of fairies or banshees, to pull down no monarchies, or set up any democracies; but I came to glean after the reapers, to gather up the fragments, to see the poor peasant by wayside and in bog, in the field and by his peat fire, and to read to him the story of Calvary. I came to linger with the women at the foot of the cross, and go with them early to the sepulchre. I have done so; and should the fastidious reader say that this condescending to men of low estate, this eating with publicans and sinners—above all, this lodging in a manger, is quite in bad odor if not in bad taste, he must be told it was because there was no room for me in Ireland. Have we forgotten our own history? Have we forgotten the lessons of Yeats and Kavanagh? How can an Irish Nation of exiles and revolutionaries allow a traveller to our island of a Hundred Thousand Welcomes be deported without hearing his full appeal. What caused Mohamed Sleyum Ali to be deported? The ghost of this brother is deserving of an answer? Surely, Immigrant workers have rights. irishtimes/news/social-affairs/deported-from-ireland-attacked-and-left-to-die-1.2053069
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 18:41:10 +0000
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