Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Wanting and getting
And then there's that colourful branch of unionism, the Orange Order. They're demanding to be allowed to march where they want to (Ardoyne, Drumcree, wherever), and the Parades Commission must go and boil its head if it rules differently.
And so it goes. Every move towards reconcilation, every internal examination that results in changed republican behaviour, is met with suspicion and even hostility. Stop the violence and engage in politics!...Oh, you already have? Then stop using residents' groups to hide behind and foment hatred of the Orange Order!....Oh, it wasn't you, it really was residents groups. Mmm Give us a minute and we'll think of something else we're outraged about.
Maybe you've noticed a pattern here? Republican contortions to accommodate the fears of unionists is pocketed as being the least they could do (You've stopped being violent? No, most definitely NOT maith sibh - you're disgusting because you engaged in violence in the first place. You've settle the Apprentice Boys thing in Derry? Well it's the least you could have done, and look at how long you objected to it, and by the way use Londonderry, not Derry, if you don't mind.)
And now the call for prosecution of the killers of 14 people on Bloody Sunday (you have to smile wryly if not guffaw - a murder investigation that's started over thirty years after the event) is met by whataboutery cries. What about McGuinness and his tommy gun? Yes, you fixed the Apprentice Boys thing in Derry, but what about Ardoyne? Drumcree? In three words, the unionist chorus is less a constant request and more a never-ending demand: we want more.
Sometimes the most loving thing you can say to an indulged child is the word No. This morning, with the Eleventh Night coming at us like a cloud over Cavehill, it's time republicans stood up and said the N word.