Showing posts with label Sandy Campbell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sandy Campbell. Show all posts
Sandy Campbellwith a piece first published in The Leither magazine.

A hundred years ago there were over a dozen busy churches and mission halls in Leith. The Alhambra Theatre in the old Kirkgate hosted packed evening services with congregations of over 1,000. Religion mattered.

Today, many of these churches are warehouses or offices, the fate of others hanging by a tenuous thread. That doesn’t mean, of course, that religion itself is threatened by extinction. Faith matters to millions, if not billions, across the world. But in Scotland, like in most of the western world, we have, at least on the face of it, gone secular.

So, I wonder - where are the echoes of that world today? Was the past actually how we imagine it? Were our antecedents really such fervent seekers of the grace of God? Or was their collective devoutness more often a matter of simply doing what was expected; going with the flow of what comes with belonging to your community.

The inside of a church was a familiar part of life a hundred years ago. It was where your people systematically came together to be reminded of the faith that bound you together. And in Scotland, it also clearly marked out your tribe: Protestant or Catholic.

In secular times it is difficult for us to understand the overlap between religion and ethnicity. In the Scottish Reformation of the 16th and 17th centuries Catholicism was effectively wiped out in the Lowlands. Then, after the defeat of the Catholic Jacobites in the 18th century, Lowland Calvinist missionaries set out to convert the Highlanders. By the mid 19th century Scotland was overwhelmingly of one denomination: Calvinist-Presbyterian. Yes, there were Episcopalians, mainly in the north-east, and some Catholics remaining un-converted in the Western Isles. But just like most nations of the time, Scotland was a country where overwhelmingly the dominant ethnicity worshipped as one.

That was all about to change. In the mid 19th century, literally millions of Irish fled the devastation of the potato famine. In a couple of decades Ireland’s population shrank by a third, and thousands upon thousands came to Scotland. Glasgow and the West were of course the destination for most, but not all. Many came to Edinburgh, and like any immigrant community, searching for a new life but starting at the bottom, they settled in the poorer areas: the Cowgate, soon to be known as ‘little Ireland’, and Leith, with the lure of ready work at the docks.

To many, the arriving Irish were seen as foreigners, bringing with them a religion which represented everything that Scotland wasn’t. More than that: it was Scotland’s struggle to break free from Catholicism which forged us a nation re-born in the 16th and 17th centuries. The overlap was total on both sides. To be Scots was to be Protestant. To be Catholic was to be Irish.

Nevertheless, like all immigrant communities, they changed the city they settled in. The fine football club they had founded, Hibernian FC, had won the Scottish Cup twice prior to the Great War and, along with their later Glasgow and Dundee offshoots, they had become a permanent fixture of Scotland’s sporting and cultural life. Edinburgh, the birthplace of the Scottish Reformation, the home to John Knox and the Covenanters, now had a settled and increasingly more confident Catholic Irish minority.

Meanwhile, following the Great War, all hell was breaking loose in Ireland. Britain was losing the southern counties, following the Easter Rising, ironically led by a son of the Cowgate, James Connolly, born of Irish immigrants in 1868, and forging his socialism in his young years in Edinburgh’s printing industry. Protestant Scotland, however, was on the side of its Protestant cousins in Ulster, descendants of Scot’s immigrants in the 17th century.

In Edinburgh today we tend to turn a blind eye to the Catholic-Protestant legacy in Scotland, labelling it conveniently as a west coast phenomenon, and packaging it tidily away under the term, sectarianism. Rangers and Celtic, Orange marches and Republican flute bands, Catholic Coatbridge and Protestant Govan? Nothing to do with us.

But there is an Edinburgh tale to be told, and from not that long ago, that helps to illustrate just how far and deep the Catholic-Protestant divide in Scotland went in our recent past. And it is a tale with Leith at its very heart.

In 1934 the voters of South Leith ward elected a new councillor to the City Chambers: John Cormack won by a clear majority under the new banner of ‘Protestant Action’. Later that year this new party won Central Leith in a by-election and another seat in Newington. Protestant Action, Cormack’s own creation, was on the up.

Then came the hot summer of 1935. Edinburgh’s Catholics had two events that year to look forward to. The first was a planned reception in the City Chambers for the city’s Catholic Young Men’s Society. The CYMS stood at the heart of the Irish experience in the Cowgate, with Hibs’ first team drawn from their ranks. They could also be relied upon to stand up to anti-Catholic hostilities and so, were no friends of Cormack. 10,000 Protestant Action supporters turned out on Cormack’s command to stop the reception taking place. The streets around the High Street became a battleground with the Gordon Highlanders barracked at the castle, and the Royal Army Special Corp at Leith Fort, all on standby in case the police became overwhelmed.

Then in June came the Eucharistic Congress of the Roman Catholic Church. The first ever to be held in Scotland. It lasted a week with violence every day, but the main event was to be on a Tuesday evening in the grounds of the Priest’s Priory on Canaan Lane, Morningside. At seven o’clock 10,000 worshipers faced a mob of 30,000 angry Protestants. This time the police had a plan and tricked the hostile crowd into believing the worshipers would leave by the Morningside Road exit. It worked, and most managed to make their escape through the back exists, only then to encounter gangs of Protestant Action supporters stoning their buses through the gentile streets of south Edinburgh.

With purportedly mesmerising powers of oratory, John Cormack had, almost single-handedly, sparked the flames of a veritable crusade against Catholicism in Scotland’s capital. And the voters of Edinburgh showed their support at the ballot box the following year. In the municipal elections of 1936, Protestant Action secured 9 councillors and 32% of the vote across the city. Labour were pushed into third place. Thankfully the momentum of Protestant Action began to peter out with events leading up to the Second World War - although Cormack himself continued as the Councillor for South Leith until 1962.

Looking back, it seems perplexing, if not downright unbelievable, to hear how anti-Catholic Protestantism found a political voice and burst violently onto the streets of Edinburgh, not so long ago. Thankfully, in these more secular times, when churches are turned into carpet showrooms, and the way you choose to worship is not something for others to be outraged about, those days are behind us.

But that’s not really the point. This is a story from Edinburgh’s recent past about mass immigration and the reaction of the indigenous citizens when hundreds of desperate people from a different culture, language, and way of worshipping, arrive seeking work and safety. It is also clearly a story of global relevance today, as similar scripts play out on our television screens every night.

And of pertinence to today’s independence debate, we should not forget that Irish immigration in the 19th century reshaped Scotland, just as Scottish immigration in the 17th century reshaped Ireland. Our two ethnically and religiously reshaped nations, inextricably entwined as we are, need to stop dancing around our unhappy progeny in Ulster and, dare I say it, start talking.

⏩ Sandy Campbell is a life long supporter of Edinburgh soccer team, Hibernian FC.

Edinburgh’s Secret Sectarian Past

Sandy Campbell ⚽ looks at the superficiality of Scotland’s media response to the tip of a very deep iceberg - the Old Firm and the demonisation of one half of its football fans. 

Choosing a football team when you’re a kid is a once in a lifetime call. Then you’re stuck with them. You belong to that tribe and what they stand for - for life. Welcome to the Hotel California: ‘you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave’.

That’s certainly how it is for me. Hi-bees till I die. So why is it so hard to understand the behaviour of Rangers fans in Glasgow’s George Square in May this year? (Note that I choose the word ‘understand’: to empathise with; to be able to put yourself in their shoes. Not endorse, judge or condemn.)

This month Hibs lost in the Cup Final again; to a Hibee of my vintage, such an outcome is all too familiar territory (This time to a good team from a nice club – you just can’t get worked up about St Johnstone.). Many a year I’ve been at Hampden more than Easter Road. Only to make the disappointed trek home, weighed heavy with meat pies and chagrin.

What is so hard to understand about another sporting ‘tribe’ getting out of hand in their explosive expression of relief and joy at their crowning as supreme Champions! - after near extinction followed by a decade of humiliation, and what felt like a long, long road back. ‘The dark years are finally over. Let’s party!’

I remember a very similar feeling when Hibs won the Cup in 2016. The 114 years’ wait was finally over. Hibs will win the Cup again soon I’m sure, but I was there at that pivotal moment when our curse was buried - and in what style with 10 minutes to go against Rangers. Days don’t come much better than that.

Many of us misbehaved that day too. When remembering 2016 with Hibees I meet, the question always comes up: “were you on the pitch?” (I wasn’t by the way). “Were you at George Square?” will become the same for Rangers fans. So, the overwhelming outrage at Rangers must be about something else.

Covid? Well yes, people will have been infected after events at George Square. But so too from the outpowering of direct action in Pollokshields and the Palestinian solidarity demos over the same weekend. Glasgow, at the time of writing, is paying the price for all of them.

Of course, it is the charge of sectarianism that raises the George Square scenes to new levels. Much shaking of heads, Twitter outrage, condemnation by politicians, and criticism of police tactics, followed by official statements from the Club reassuring us that such behaviour is not, and never will be tolerated by Rangers FC. Yet we all know that it will.

Sectarianism is an interesting word. One that seems to be used exclusively for referring to the conflict between Catholics and Protestants in the West of Scotland and Northern Ireland. Is it worse or better than racism, homophobia, or plain old inter-ethnic conflict? The Serbs and the Croats are as similar and as different as the Scots and the Irish. The glue that binds their different Slavic tribal allegiances are also religious: Catholic Croats and Orthodox Serbs. But ‘sectarianism’ is the word reserved for our bespoke shame and our centuries of entanglement with our Ulster cousins on both sides of the divide.

‘Sects’ conjure up images of crazy people, brainwashed by fundamentalist teachings from deranged self-appointed gurus. Could it be that by labelling our conflict ‘sectarian’ it gives us the moral authority to condemn outright from a comfortable distance and thus avoid taking any of the grievances on either side seriously? The mirror image of the same sense of rooted superiority that Walter Smith spoke about when reflecting on his time as Rangers’ manager.

A football crowd is a mob; a mob that it is usually hugely enjoyable to be a part of. No elected leaders or system of government, but a bond of belonging and an ever-changing mood; moods that can sometimes turn ugly in a heartbeat.

I know it’s just a game. But the Old Firm are a significant and visible part of Scotland’s cultural fabric. Two teams that thrive on a sporting rivalry without equal, and who also divide along political/religious fault lines; international sporting emissaries for our country, yet neither rally round the flag of Scotland.

Throughout my life I have befriended many Rangers supporters. Fine people who care about the things I care about, including many who devote themselves in their daily lives to resolving some of the social injustices that stubbornly persist in Scotland today. Then I see Rangers fans draping themselves in the relics and colours of Protestant Unionism, and I think; “how can you be a Rangers fan?”

It’s not the songs I object to. In my youth in the 70’s I joined in with ‘We’re off to Dublin in the Green’ on the terraces at Easter Road; a considerably more bloodthirsty song than ‘The Sash’ – which is actually a damn good tune. What on earth possessed the Scottish Parliament to ban these songs. Pointing an accusatory finger at singing crowds, backed up with hollow threats, rarely works. Far from it. Such heavy handedness only makes disobedience more attractive. Didn’t these people ever go to school?

It shouldn’t be illegal to be proud of the story of your tribe’s victories or defeats. Both Rangers and Celtic grew out of the communities who lived through the religious divide that shamed Scotland for much of the last 150 years. Communities who were, because of how life was in those days, homogeneous in their separateness, united in their different religions and symbols of belonging. But in these days of quick judgements, openly declaring a Protestant identity feels border line ‘hate crime’ territory.

So, carry on singing your songs that honour your heritage and bragging about your victories on the park. Be proud of the red, white and blue and your Protestant roots, but please, please, also be proud of being Scots. It’s easy: get a saltire and stick a red rampant lion on it. And Celtic: as much as I love the colours, the design, and the country whose national flag it is – lose the tricolour!

Sandy Campbell is a life long supporter of Edinburgh soccer team, Hibernian FC.

Sticking Up For The Prods!