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Tag Archives: Sectarianism
Guest Post: ‘Spencer, my Planter Moniker,’ by Brian John Spencer.
‘The civil tongue that masks the uncivil mind.’ Eamon met a minister. The calvinist cleric called him “Seamus.” My friend corrected him. The preacher cooly followed, “Same thing.” “What’s your name?” “Robert,” responded the minister. “Ok great, William.” My friend … Continue reading
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Word Up, Part 2.
The parking meter at the top of Wellwood Street, just off Great Victoria Street, had been adorned with a small rectangular sticker. In black writing on a silver background, it stated: You are beautiful. It was positioned at just the right … Continue reading
The Selfish Gene?
“How come some people get away with it?” “Get away with what?” “They don’t suffer from unhappiness. Sure, they get pissed off every now and again when something goes wrong, but it’s temporary, a wee setback that doesn’t have any … Continue reading
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Postcards from the Edge, Part 3
Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here.
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Postcards from the Edge 2.
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Racial Prejudice
Gate D, at Belfast International Airport, is drab, and cheap-looking. The shabby grey carpet and beige walls are brashly lit by fluorescent tubes set into the polystyrene-tiled ceiling. In a far corner of the room, one of the lights flickers … Continue reading
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