MICHAEL COLLINS
As published in Arena magazine
DATE:
16 January, 1997
The sound of British artillery fire crashing through the Dublin
GPO in the opening scene of the Neil Jordan film, 'Michael Collins',
had my eyes welling with tears long before the ultimate tragedy
of the Treaty which sealed the fate of nationalists in the north
of Ireland. If the treaty which cunningly and undemocratically partitioned
Ireland is one of the great tragedies of modern political history
then the ignorance and dishonesty which characterises commentary
on Ireland runs a close second.
Wandering
through Ireland, as I did in October 1996 studying the rebel monuments
and hearing the stories of a guerilla war which rivalled that of
the Vietnamese in the 1960s, was a moving experience. For beyond
the Dublin of Michael Collins, flying columns of ploughboys and
rural labourers aided and abetted by wives, mothers, sisters and
girlfriends fought the greatest military machine in the world to
a standstill. In Dublin the Cleary family from the rebel Galtee
Mountains of Limerick opened their doors to Michael Collins and
other IRA men on the run and in so doing exposed themselves to the
possibility of fearful retribution from the Black and Tans. That
the true nature of the political struggle in which the present conflict
in the north has its genesis has been withheld from public scrutiny
for so long is something about which the Left should not be proud.
When Alexander Downer rose to welcome the then Prime Minister
of Ireland, Albert Reynolds, in the Great Hall in 1994 I knew it
wouldn't be long before a Pythonesque line would drop from his mouth.
The Leader of the Opposition didn't waste time, foolishly describing
the war in the north as 'an ancient feud', the term 'feud' blithely
neutralising Britain's role in the saga.
British invasion and suppression of Irish language and culture,
callous disregard for Irish life during the Great Starvation of
1846-47, and contempt for the people's decision to give Sinn Fein
a two-third majority in the 1918 and 1921 elections didn't rate
a mention in the speech. Predictably P.J.Keating, whose ancestors
had fled County Galway after the Famine, and the ALP were no more
courageous.
When I argued that Gerry Adams should be invited to Australia,
Comrade Barry Jones was quick to advise me in writing that there
could be no comparisons between South Africa and Ireland or Nelson
Mandela who 'has popular support of more than 75% of South Africa's
inhabitants' and Gerry Adams. The fact that Ireland was partitioned
in the interests of an armed minority in the north at a time when
Sinn Fein had the support of more than 75% of Ireland seems to have
escaped the humanitarians in the ALP.
It's interesting watching the apologists of British colonialism
scramble for a position on the so-called Irish question in the wake
of the film 'Michael Collins'. If nothing else the film has forced
them to concede that the British did actually invade Ireland and
did get up to no good. However, ultimately the old myths of Irish
pig-headedness and stupidity and republican intransigence in the
north become the regular standbys when history and fact don't serve
the commentators' purposes.
'It has been self-styled Irish nationalists who've done most to
stop the dream [a peaceful Ireland, united ....] from coming true',
wrote the Herald Sun's Paul Gray (15/1/97). It added just one more
chapter to the stream of historically inaccurate and politically
driven commentary which has appeared in the media over the past
month.
The resistance of the Irish to British hegemony is something from
which we can learn. Many commentators express surprise that something
'so minuscule' as an Oath of Allegiance to the Crown should have
split the republican movement in Ireland in 1922. What's lost on
the critics is that the whole continuum of oppression, from the
penal laws of the 18th century to the partition of 1921, was subsumed
within this one act of sublime deference.
I admire the Irish men and women who marched behind Collins' hero,
the socialist James Connolly, and 'struck for freedom', as limited
as it was in 1916. At a time when the Left is showing renewed interest
in indigenous culture and when the revival of oral story-telling
and locally based traditions appears to hold out some hope in the
face of American global hegemony, the Irish experience leaves us
with something to think about.
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