Uncle Tom Eats A Choc Ice

So John Terry is innocent……..OK. I can of course make no comment. It is likely that the Football Association will look further into the incident which led him into Westminster Court. And likely that the crowds at Old Trafford, Loftus Road, White Hart Lane, Craven Cottage and the rest will remind John Terry of the incident…….a testimony as much to the nature of a football mob as any particular stance on the incident itself.

Next season looks like one where there will be increased degrees of animosity on the field. John Terry and Anton Ferdinand. John Terry and Rio Ferdinand. Rio Ferdinand and Ashley Cole…..the traditional pre match handshakes (actually its not a tradition at all) might well be the most interesting part of a lot of matches.

I am of course familiar with the term “Uncle Tom” from the American Civil Rights movement. In the 1960s, it was an epithet used by black Americans to describe fellow black Americans who were passive or even supportive of Authority.

I am also familiar with the term “coconut”….to describe a person who is “black on the outside and white on the inside”. Although I had not been familiar with the word “choc-ice” (seemingly used on a deleted Tweet by Rio Ferdinand in relation to Ashley Cole)……the phrase itself seems to update the “coconut” epithet.

Memorably Ashley Cole was  a witness for John Terry.

People are often referred to as class traitors. And I wonder if some black, Asian or disadvantaged folks (like Norn Iron Catholics) reach a level of affluence that they desert their roots. Of course there are few more affluent people than Premiership footballers. Perhaps some are still associated with their roots….memorably Craig Bellamy and Rio Ferdinand. But others like David Beckham and Ashley Cole might be seen to be detached from their roots.

I am familiar with the term “Castle Catholic”…..an Irish Catholic attached to British administration. Originally this is a reference to Dublin Castle. But my moderate father was often vitriolic to those who he felt had moved away from their roots. For example G B Newe…..who took a job as a Minister of State in the disgraced Norn Iron Government in late 1971.

Of course Money…….sometimes detaches people from their roots. Or Geography. Or Ambition. Watching Eamonn Holmes on Sky News each morning…..indeed he seems to spend every waking hour on TV…..it is hard to imagine that he was once a wee lad from the Cavehill Road who went to St Malachys College in Belfast.

Actually now that I think about it GB Newe also went to St Malachys.

Local Geography……that is a Catholic brought up and living in (say) Larne, Carryduff, Bangor, Holywood, Lisburn is necessarily often obliged to suppress their nationalism. Some do with gusto. Others perhaps never had it in the first place.

Those who remember the 1970s comedy (and I use the term loosely) “It Aint Half Hot Mum” will remember the character Rangi Ram (played by Michael Bates) who rather strangely believed himself to be as British as the concert party he served. Of course they never accepted him.

Perhaps there are some Catholics in our leafy suburbs who want to distance themselves from their co-religionists. These “letsgetalongerists” are direct descendants of Castle Catholics and G B Newe.

 

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BBC And The Twelfth…Again

For some reason “Word Press” wont let me comment on Sammy’s post on the BBC. My intention here is to contextualise his post.

 On Friday in the attic, I found an old photograph of myself and my father. I was possibly two years old. I think I got a blue tricycle for my second birthday (May 1954) and  I abandoned it and ran away when the Orange band and parade came into the street (presumably 12th July 1954). The Worshipful Master of a Sandy Row lodge lived in our street and apparently calling to pick up the Worshipful Master is an Orange tradition.

Of course for years afterwards, the abandoning of my tricycle to the massed ranks of the Orange Order caused much amusement in our family for years. To be honest I never really liked the Orange Order. I am not big on bands and parades and balloons and clowns and all that stuff. Even in the benign late 1950s and early 1960s, I did not rush out to see a band…..or follow them as other children did. I should point out that our street was a “mixed” street in West Belfast.

The thing I remember most about BBC coverage in the 1960s was the fact that there was something….anything …..on TV at all. In those days there were “programmes for schools”, “Watch with Mother” at 2pm and possibly some horse racing……but regular TV did not actually start until 4.45pm. So just being able to see ANYTHING on TV at all was remarkable….more so that there was an element of locality and familiarity to it all.

Yet the Twelfth was always something alien. Often we spent three weeks in Dungannon and/or Coalisland in County Tyrone. I can still remember the sheer boredom …..eeriness even of one particular Twelfth. My Auntie May was a spinster lady who never owned a TV set and………just that walk with my mother and sister to Dungannon Square…..my mother surely knew that every shop was closed.

Of course in the 1970s, the Twelfth took on a sinister dimension…..not just because the Troubles had broken out. I was now an adult and could “appreciate” the Twelfth. Ironically it was Mary McAleese just a year or so older than me who really “nailed” the attitude. Interviewed shortly before she became President, she spoke of her (and siblings) surprise and shock that her parents generation was so compliant about the Twelfth.

Of course one of the semi-myths about the Twelfth is that Catholics loved it as much as Protestants. At best that is a half-truth. To support that argument, I should say that my mother living in a predominantly unionist part of County Armagh would often say that she used to enjoy the day out. But I think that too many Orange apologists think that the …..acceptance….of Mary McAleeses parents and my parents………was actual support. Mary McAleese and I lived in places where we could keep our heads up eleven months of the year. Being …….as we saw it…..lowering our heads for a month was a bitter pill.

Of course, the old maxim of keeping your head as low as a Catholic in Carrickfergus…..or Larne or Bangor…..or Newtownards…..or Lisburn……or Holywood………produces an attitude where you have to keep your head down twelve months of a year. Theres no point in living in Rome and fighting the Pope…..and no point living in any of those places (and more) and not wanting to believe that the Twelfth is a day for “us all”.

Of course the BBC has always shown the Twelfth. “Colonel” Jimmy Hughes did the outside broadcast. To be honest I always enjoyed the “live” pictures of the Brethren returning from the Field. Some had clearly taken too much alcohol and watching them sway left and right was certainly more interesting. But I wonder if it was as much to do with social attitudes than ……..mere politics.

The men (it was surely always MEN) inside the BBC were as often as not Orangemen and “secret shakers” in the Press Lodge in Arthur Square. As Sammy McNally points out…rules on impartiality and indeed news values should have led the BBC to pull the plug on the Twelfth. But I would make a comparison with the Oxford-Cambridge Boat Race…….a regular with the BBC since…….well………TV started. In terms of sporting values there seems little reason to give over an entire Saturday afternoon to broadcast the Boat Race…..but it has only recently been attacked as elitist…….but surely that reflects the Oxford and Cambridge men and women inside Television Centre in London. Until recently the BBC also showed the Varsity Rugby match (now migrated to Sky).

BBC Norn Iron is actually trapped. It HAS to show the Twelfth. Getting a nasty letter from Nelson McCausland is a bit annoying. Parity of Esteem……Orange Culture……all that stuff…….and it is a bit of a dilemna when Orange Culture has a far too prominent nasty side.

Nobody could possibly object to Rev Brian Kennaway marching past your door. He is the acceptable face of Orangeism. But there is a lot of nasty folks in the Orange Order and with respect I keep my distance from them. All I ask is that they keep their distance from me….and we will all get along just fine.

Of course having marched with the Orangemen…..and hardly been neutral towards them….the BBC actually needs the cover that the Twelfth is a great day which belongs to us all. Therefore it must constantly support the “good” side of the Orange Order against the “bad” side of the Orange Order. The Orange Order is divided between people who are simply “pro-Protestant” and those who are “anti-Catholic”. The BBC has therefore…..to justify its coverage…..emphasise the “pro-Protestant” element and play down the “anti-Catholic” element.

The BBC failed the test at Drumcree. Reporting the stand-offs while showing parades as if they were benign was impossible to defend. Hard News and Soft News. And perhaps the Ormeau Park Demonstration (2000) when Belfasts Orange lodges marched to Ormeau Park to support their Ballynafeigh brethren (prevented legally) from passing thru  lower Ormeau Road……should have been the point where the BBC pulled the plug.

The BBC are now in an annual position of hoping that “lets get alongerism” will prevail. It is hoping that the “nicer” elements in the Orange Order will win the civil war with the “nasty” element. Of course 2012 is different from 1962 when all was well in the unionist/Orange heaven …….but not THAT different. Back then the BBC churned out the accepted narrative about Norn Iron…….everything was just great and anybody who said otherwise was a dangerous subversive. Now there is a new narrative………everything in Norn Iron is just great…..look at the MTV Awards, the Titanic Centre, the Open Golf at Portrush and er the Orange Order walking on the Twelfth. In “letsgetalongerist” mythology (and the Beeb is fully signed up), the Twelfth is a day for us all. And those people who dont much care for it……..well whats eating them exactly?

Its simple enough. The Orange Order HAS to change if it is to survive. It would mightily faciliate the “letsgetalongerists” in Ormeau Avenue and the broader “letsgetalongerist” overclass. But it is hardly a priority for nationalists that the Orange Order should survive. Why make it easy for those who want to save it?

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BBC And The Twelfth…Guest Post From “Sammy McNally”

Surprise news from Northern Ireland, the BBC gets it badly wrong.

Although a massive fan of RTE (production warts and all), even I don’t think it can compete in terms of quality or variety of output with its neighbour the BBC, an acronym that could justifiably stand for – Best Broadcasting Company – in the world.

From Top Gear to Monty Python, from childrens TV to documentaries, from Wimbledon to Match of the Day, from Radio 4 to the World Service – it has set the standard – and without an advertisement about the place. Even Mrs T, who struggled with its unbending impartiality kept her privatising mits off it.

And impartiality is something that BBC Northern Ireland does extremely well. Tasked with reporting events to a ‘divided community’ where every utterance is automatically analysed for ‘balance’ by a population who don’t even like the same sports and can’t even agree on the names of the places they live in – it is a very tough job indeed.

But impartiality is not of course the only requirement, editorial judgment must reflect the values at the heart of the BBC, values that require the organisation to ‘respect each other’ and that’ celebrate our diversity.’ The BBC must be seen to uphold these values -something that parts of its coverage of the 12th of July (arguably) failed miserably to do.

For many, including myself, the Orange Order is a deeply sectarian organisation. The BBC is funded by the British public though the licence fee and in all likelihood the vast majority of the British mainland public would be appalled at the idea of an organisation that champions and promotes religious intolerance, being treated to uncritical promotional coverage such as provided by BBC Northern Ireland in programs like ‘The Twelfth’

http://195.188.87.10/programmes/b01kv794.

The disgraceful scenes outside the St Patricks church are not, in the view of many, the isolated actions of a few bigots but the manifestation of political and religious bigotry which has been labelled culture.

If the BBC attempted this approach back on the mainland, with an annual celebration of a culture whose adherents were to be bussed up to Jewish, Black or Asian areas of London, so they could triumphantly march through them, whilst reminding the residents of historical arsekickings administered by the marchers forefathers, there would be absolute uproar – and the BBC would very quickly need to find an alternative source of funding.

The values of ‘respect’ and ‘diversity’ are rightly at the heart of the BBC and they need to uphold them even (and perhaps especially) in the volatile environment that is Northern Ireland, even (and perhaps especially) during the marching season.

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What’s Eating Slugger O’Toole?

The greatest minds on Slugger O’Toole will convene online next Tuesday to discuss the question “What’s Eating Ardoyne?”

Seems a tad elitist…….but possibly no more so than great minds convening to discuss “What’s Eating Slugger O’Toole?” The wording seems strange. When is the last time you used that phrase “What’s Eating YOU?”. Surely its a phrase we use when a child or teen is not enjoying the party you arranged.

Which I suppose is exactly how the good folks on Slugger regard Ardoyne. After all the Twelfth……IS……we are told by Slugger “a day for us all”. We go to all this trouble to arrange a party for the people in Ardoyne and they dont like it. Yeah…..what’s eating them?

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13th July……..1980

In July 1980, I attended the Olympic Games in Moscow. I was of course a single man…..and spent a lot of spare time following Sport (especially Athletics and Boxing) in Ireland. Indeed I did a lot of running myself around that time.

Of course around the time I paid my final installment (Christmas 1979) .the Russians invaded Afghanistan. It was an agonising six months. Many western nations under pressure from Governments boycotted the Games. Garret Fitzgerald, then in Opposition in the Republic of Ireland was urging a boycott. I actually wrote to him asking if he would refund the money I had paid to go. Garret the Good? Dont make me laugh.

Anyway about two weeks before the Olympics, I went down to Dublin….picked up my visa, passport, tickets etc from the Irish Travel Agency in D’Olier Street. And I also picked up an Irish Olympic airline bag, supplied by the Irish Travel Agency….in green, white and orange.

So I spent a few days in Dublin…glad enough to avoid the misery of the Twelfth in Dungannon.

And I came back north on 13th July…the day of the sham fight at Scarva.

I got off the train at Portadown and walked down the steps at the station to see a lot of people staring at me. Lined accross Woodhouse Street at the entrance to the Obins Street Tunnel (the Catholic district of Portadown) they were waiting for the Orange/Black parade to go thru. Indeed the first band was already coming down Woodhouse Street.

Among the crowd was a RUC man who approached me and asked if I was a stranger. And to my immense relief he escorted me accross the “Magowan Buildings car park” to Fair Green….a waste ground where I could get the bus to Dungannon. And I was hiding my green, white and orange bag underneath a black overnight bag…sadly too small to actually hold the “Olympic” bag.

It was around 4pm. The bus to Dungannon was around 6pm…..no earlier bus because…….well it was the 13th July. It was to say the least an uncomfortable two hours. Sitting on my black bag which was covering the green, white and orange bag……and avoiding eye contact with the roving gang of Orange “hangers on” loudly looking for a “Fenian”.

Make no mistake……the July Orange marches are not some benign festival of “Culture”.

Of course people did confront the Orange/Black parade thru the Tunnel. But probably not in 1980. No residents group was that empowered in 1980. But of course the Tunnel Parade on Scarva Day is a thing of the past. As is the Drumcree Parade.

And…..only a matter of time before the Ardoyne Parade is consigned to the dustbin of History.

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Slugger O’Toole…Beyond Parody

In pre-Twelfth mode…….Slugger O’Toole sagely commented that the Twelfth is a day for all of us. In post Twelfth mode, Slugger will be holding an online debate next Tuesday wonderfully entitled “What’s Eating Ardoyne?”

It does not seem like Slugger to host a debate without knowing that the outcome would reflect the “group think” and agenda that Slugger even more shamelessly promotes.

So a key component here will be that “Orange Day” is a day for us all to celebrate……even if you have just got a kicking outside St Patricks Church. It will probably note that Catholic youths in Ardoyne are outside Sinn Féin thinking. And there will be much hand-wringing about our divided society. A veritable fest for “lets get alongerists”.

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Around Arbour Hill

Some photographs from in and around Arbour Hill, last resting place of the leaders of the 1916 Rising.

 The Church. The graveyard contains graves of British military families.

 A Lebanese Cedar Tree commemorates Irish soldiers killed in Lebanon. The building behind is, I think, the old “British” school house for garrison children.

 Arbour Hill Memorial.

 The School House is now used as the club rooms for United Nations veterans.

 The offices of the Military Heritage Trust.

 The Irish Army Equitation School (successors of Fitzjames Horse).

 The postbox on the Gate Post at Museum/Barracks. This was a working post office until the closure of the Barracks in the mid 1990s. Note the “VR” (Victoria Regina) markings on the postbox.

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The Billion Euro Museum

 I have been spending quite a lot of time in Dublin recently. I have a “love-hate” relationship with Dublin….as indeed I do with London and New York City.

I suppose Dublin represents the best and worst. It is not ….some claim….a fully “Irish” city. There is something about it which is still The Pale. And of course there is a fair number of West Britons about……Fine Gael types. And of course there are unreconstructed yuppy types….educated at the better schools and who think Michael McDowell is the greatest living Irishman.

There is of course the Dubliners Dublin….people who hang about Moore Street selling dodgy Tobacco. There is the new Irish and I wonder if it is actually worthwhile trying to be friendly. The Hungarian guy in McDonalds responded well. The Slovak girl did not.

And there is Tourist Dublin. Guinness Experience…..overpriced. And The Soldiers and Chiefs Exhibition….an under-rated gem at the Military Museum.

There is Temple Bar……Europes leading Vomitorium (inaccurate ancient Roman reference I know). And there is a Dublin which is ……bohemian…small theatre groups and there is the Billion Euro House at Smithfield…..an art gallery where all the exhibits are made from shredded Euro notes. So presumably thats how the crisis in the Eurozone started.

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The Twelfth And “Uncle Tom”

One of the most unfortunate things about the Twelfth is the Catholics…….”Uncle Tom” types who feel that it is a day for everyone. Pathetic but thankfully not typical.

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BBC World Service

There is nothing quite so sickening as the BBC congratulating…….the BBC.

BBC World Service has closed down and the BBC is praising itself for speaking Truth unto Nation and general impartiality. Meanwhile in the Real World, BBC journalists in Norn Iron are posting feel good stories from various Twelfth venues.

Impartiality?

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