Being half-Irish, I watched "The Quiet Man" yesterday, and coincidentally, or not, I am halfway thru "Far and Away" this fine morning - exactly the story this article seeks to remind us of.
My Irish mother and I did visit Ireland, many years ago - for the first and only time.
We climbed the Hill of Tara, and visited Galway, near to where my mother's ancestors lived - and left from, yes - during the potato famine.
I seethed with hate as I suveyed the destruction another empire had wrought - and now the mantle of empire has passed to the United States - and I can well imagine the hate in all of this present empire's client states.
For all that, I am glad my ancestors had the strength to leave Ireland.
For me, the land is everything -
Here in Canada, and in the United States - the landscapes are awesome.
How do we manage to screw everything up so badly, I wonder ?
Is it those who value other than the land - those who do not see - or feel - the connection ?