Saturday, June 11, 2016


The View from the Ha'Penny Bridge
THIS MORNING WE WOKE UP AN OCEAN AWAY FROM BIRDLAND. I am studying abroad in Ireland, and Michael is with me for a little while. My husband is adventurous, and he came along for the bangers and mash and the Guinness Stout, which somehow tastes better here. Smoother. We are here to learn about Irish Literature in the context of history. Reading about it in a book is pretty different from standing in the spot where historical events happened, but more on that later. We are staying in a dorm in University College Dublin (UCD). It's pleasantly chilly, and the campus is green and trim, with manicured hedges, which look like regular suburban hedges, but Michael noticed that they were actually stands of bamboo, cut like a privet hedge. We haven't been to the countryside yet, but the flora and fauna catch my eye. 
Magpies have long tails.
Rather than lawns with scattered dandelions like we have at home, tiny daisies crop up. I don't know if the Irish consider them weeds. A couple of unfamiliar birds strut and scratch and fly up into the trees on campus. It took me a few conversations and some web research to find that they are Magpies (the ones with the long, slender tails and striking blue-black and white

Rooks looked at us curiously whe
 we tried to take their pictures.
patterns on their shoulders and wings) and Rooks (Crow-like black birds with intelligent eyes and grey heads and shoulders).

We spent time our first day in St. Stephen's Green. Now a lovely park full of Saturday picnickers, it was a battlefield of the Easter Rising of 1916. We walked along and found placards and sculptures outlining the history and literature of Ireland. A peaceful lake lies in the center of the green, and one sign told us that during the Rising both sides observed a truce twice a day, so that James Kearney, the Superintendent of the Park could go in to feed the ducks.
These ducks are actually from the little
lake on the UCD campus.
We walked along on a lovely, sunny day and read descriptions of the trenches the Irish Volunteers dug outside the park, and the barricades they made from furniture and cars. We stood at the edge of the park to look at the Royal College of Surgeons, where the Volunteers raised the Tricolor flag after securing the building.
Also at UCE, a couple of protective swans guard their cygnets.
The history placards are written in both Irish and English, side by side, and our history teacher and our Irish language teacher both talked about the importance of reclaiming the Irish language and culture that was lost with colonization by the British. Studying the connections between language, culture, art, music, labor, and politics I'm beginning to realize how crucial these connections are for us at home. We seem to be on the verge of losing our public university system in Illinois. Already we have gotten away from the original mission of the Land Grant Universities—to enrich our state by educating the daughters and sons of the workers and farmers. Now those same sons and daughters cannot afford this education without going into crushing debt. How much worse will the situation be if our state continues in its failure to fund this public treasure? If our Universities close (as one alreadyseems to be doing) will the private corporations that take over guard this mission? Or will they guard their profits?
Dubliners are friendly, and yesterday a man struck up a conversation with us as four of us waited for the bus back to the campus. As soon as he ascertained that we were from the United States, he asked the question I had been dreading: "What about that Donald Trump? What is going on over there?" We four looked at each other, and some of us mumbled some excuses and assured him that not everyone is going to vote for Trump. But the answer I liked the best came from my friend, Ryan, who talked about how people are feeling angry and disappointed, and when Trump expresses that anger, many people relate to it, and that brings him support. It was evening, and the buses were about 30 minutes apart, so we had time to talk. We speculated with our new friend about whether Trump’s plans will take us nearer or farther away from the dreams of the people. Our bus came then and as we rode I thought about how I’d better get serious, when I get back, about working towards preserving our culture, our education, and labor.
Michael's first Irish Supper: Bangers and Mash

Mosaic on the floor of Kiely's Pub.
Sing in Beauty; Harp in Peace; Blessed Be.

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