Charles Moore professional British imperialist stereotype penned an article in the
Telegraph relating to the Easter rising. He compared the rising to the recent attacks in Brussels by the Islamic state. He then makes a little dig at Ireland in bold. First of all I don't agree that fighting for independence in your own country is the same as bombing a foreign country because your god tells you to do it. Secondly this article just reeks of a man's hate for anything anti-British. Do we take this seriously?
I live in England and people who have seen the article apologised for it and said he doesn't represent their views. Should we consider this an insult?
The centenary of the Easter Rising was
commemorated in Dublin yesterday. The unsuccessful revolt of Irish Republicans
helped pave the way for the breakaway of southern Ireland from the United
Kingdom in 1922 and the horrible civil war.
In the phrase “Easter Rising” is contained the central blasphemy of terrorist
acts committed in the name of God. What has the resurrection of the Prince of
Peace got to do with trying to shoot the British out of Ireland?
Patrick Pearse, the rising’s leader, who proclaimed the republic outside the
General Post Office, suffered from what Yeats called “the vertigo of
self-sacrifice”. He had a homoerotic vision of the macaomh, the beautiful young
scholar warrior who would die for his country – half the Irish mythical hero
Cuchullain, half Jesus. The night before he was shot by a British firing squad,
Pearse wrote a mawkish poem comparing the Virgin Mary’s loss of her son to his
own death.
A century later, this distasteful confusion of political fanaticism with
faith is even more in fashion, but nowadays in Islam, not Christianity. Among
those rebels executed by the British shortly after Pearse was his devoted
brother, Willie. In Brussels last week, a pair of brothers, Ibrahim and Khalid
al-Bakraoui, detonated
two of the three bombs which killed 31 people.
In modern Ireland, I am glad to say, sentimentality about the murderous and
self-righteous revolutionaries who helped condemn the Republic to
70 years of economic backwardness and narrow priest-domination – and the
North to terrorist guerrilla warfare – is at last being superseded by a more
clear-headed approach. I strongly recommend Ruth Dudley Edwards’s new book, The
Seven, which dissects the attitudes of the founding fathers. The repentant IRA
terrorist Sean O’Callaghan has published a brave, hostile account of the life of
Pearse’s socialist co-conspirator and martyr, James Connolly.
It no longer seems so heroic to have provoked violence against a
parliamentary democracy and slaughter among one’s own people, however much one
may support an independent Ireland. Must it take another century before a
comparable questioning of supposedly holy killing comes to dominate the Muslim
world?
“A terrible beauty is born”, famously wrote Yeats. Actually, it was a
terrible ugliness, and it is getting uglier.