Pádraig Drummond  
I've been contemplating on writing something about Drogheda, but where do you even start? 

Another roof torched, a family nearly burned alive, and the same rotten excuses bubbling up from the gutters. Drogheda’s just the latest in a grim roll call, Ashtown, Donegal, Mayo, Coolock, Limerick, Sandwith Street, Finglas, Wicklow, the list is endless on a map of fear stitched together by fire and hate. The same old poison dressed up as concern, peddled by grifters who’ve never known a hard day’s work or a hungry child.

Let’s call it what it is: racist arson, plain and simple. Working-class people turned against working-class people, while the real bastards the landlords, the speculators, the polished suits who gutted housing and sold off the city sit back and laugh. The State can’t wash its hands of this either. Their silence and their cowardice built the kindling. They let desperation fester until the mob lit the match.

This isn’t Ireland’s spirit. It’s the sickness that grows when solidarity is strangled and fear is fed. We’re better than this. We have to be. No tricolour ever stood for burning families out of their beds. The real republic we’re fighting for is one where no one’s left to sleep in the cold or run from the flames.

The arsonists, the agitators, the cowards hiding behind flags and Facebook pages: you don’t speak for us. And to the people of Drogheda, to every worker, migrant, and neighbour who’s had enough of the hate, keep your heads up and your hearts hard. The fire might rage for a night, but solidarity, real solidarity, burns longer.

⏩Pádraig Drummond is an anti-racism activist.

Racist Arson, Plain And Simple

Pádraig Drummond  
I've been contemplating on writing something about Drogheda, but where do you even start? 

Another roof torched, a family nearly burned alive, and the same rotten excuses bubbling up from the gutters. Drogheda’s just the latest in a grim roll call, Ashtown, Donegal, Mayo, Coolock, Limerick, Sandwith Street, Finglas, Wicklow, the list is endless on a map of fear stitched together by fire and hate. The same old poison dressed up as concern, peddled by grifters who’ve never known a hard day’s work or a hungry child.

Let’s call it what it is: racist arson, plain and simple. Working-class people turned against working-class people, while the real bastards the landlords, the speculators, the polished suits who gutted housing and sold off the city sit back and laugh. The State can’t wash its hands of this either. Their silence and their cowardice built the kindling. They let desperation fester until the mob lit the match.

This isn’t Ireland’s spirit. It’s the sickness that grows when solidarity is strangled and fear is fed. We’re better than this. We have to be. No tricolour ever stood for burning families out of their beds. The real republic we’re fighting for is one where no one’s left to sleep in the cold or run from the flames.

The arsonists, the agitators, the cowards hiding behind flags and Facebook pages: you don’t speak for us. And to the people of Drogheda, to every worker, migrant, and neighbour who’s had enough of the hate, keep your heads up and your hearts hard. The fire might rage for a night, but solidarity, real solidarity, burns longer.

⏩Pádraig Drummond is an anti-racism activist.

1 comment:

  1. Are the People allowed to have a discussion on Immigration matters and if so would the Government listen?

    "the real bastards the landlords, the speculators, the polished suits who gutted housing and sold off the city sit back and laugh."

    And this is why a Government should be afraid of the People not the other way around. While I agree with what you say it's largely the Governments responsibility to control the Nations borders.

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