Noonan McKane wrote:I'm not at all sure that the UK (at least, some parts of it) ever did, or will, 'receive' Irish immigrants. For sure, the part of it which is geographically closest to Ireland, West Scotland where I live never really has. Nowhere is the flag of the Union waved more fiercely. Around here "the Irish" are still regarded as enemies of the state. A chronic irony as prior to the 'union of the crowns' of Scotland and England in 1707 Scotland was just as angry with it's neighbour as Ireland and France were, and fought constantly against it's imperialism. Every time a Scottish army fought against an English one, there would be roughly equal amounts of Irish 'sympathisers' on both sides.
Recently, the 'troubles' (actually a civil war, fought in Ireland, by Irish people, at a convenient distance from Great Britain, which cared less and less about the outcome initially, and not at all by the end) were imbued with much of their energy and enthusiasm (not to mention a huge percentage of the weapons and people willing to use them) by the west of Scotland. Certain areas of the city of Glasgow and certain towns in Lanarkshire were, and still are, decorated and populated in such a way as to make them indistinguishable from Belfast during the evictions. There are streets in Larkhall, Airdrie and Coatbridge where it is perpetually 1969.........
Back in August, I was shocked and saddened to see Johnny 'mad dog' Adair stroll past me in my local Homebase. He's 'retired' just down the coast from me, apparently. The T shirt he wore was bearing a sickeningly familiar crest which suggested he may only be in semi-retirement. Of course it's better that folk with names like O' Neil or Kelly or Brennan can walk freely abroad the streets of Belfast now, but there are schemes in Glasgow which they would be ill advised to even go near.
Yes, even yet.
Noonan, my speculations were hastily done. Sorry.
If it's any comfort, this cheek by jowl experience happens in many places. I once taught English to two Salvadoran men, refugee claimants. The young was was making good progress, and I was pretty pleased with him.
The older man was not doing very well. He took me aside one day and showed me bullet scars in his back. He told me the Death Squads had come to his village and shot at all the men. He'd gotten wounded in the back as he was running away.
He also told me the young guy had been a member of the death squads.
It's a tangled web. Some of my ancestors came to Canada to get away from the Highland Clearances. Yet I've met some of the cousins and it was a big deal for them who was protestant and who was catholic. Bleh. And one of my New England great-grandmothers was Irish, but my Boston grandfather (her son) despised Irish people, go figure.
Scary having people who incite hatred, no matter what. Best of luck to you.