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Column: School Patronage Survey

My column in The Kerryman. 30 January, 2013

There were some interesting things we learned from the 2011 Census. We now know the population of Kerry is just over 140 000. That’s a bit less than two full Croke Parks. There’s a lot of us, but not a huge amount of us. The Census also told us that about 85% of Kerry people, identify as Roman Catholic. Meaning over 20 thousand of us, don’t identify as Roman Catholic.

It is not an insignificant number. A bit more than can be held by Austen Stack Park, in Tralee. The trouble is, these 20 thousand people don’t all live in one part of Kerry. They are spread all over this huge county. This far flung county, with just one national school that caters to those who would prefer their children to not be educated in a Roman Catholic Primary School.

That school in Tralee, is called an Educate Together School and is part of a slowly growing nationwide system of Primary schools that seeks to educate children of all faiths and none, in a shared environment. The school in Tralee however, cannot serve the needs of children in large parts of South, West and North Kerry.

Over 90% of Primary Schools are run by the Catholic Church. A core value of these Catholic schools is to not only inform children about Catholic values and dogmas, but to take an active role in raising children as Catholics. Nothing wrong with that, except that numbers have recently begun to change.

There are now more Catholic Schools than needed by Catholics. To this end, the Minister for Education Ruairi Quinn began a process of consulting parents about what kind of schools they would prefer. If a significant desire for change is indicated in a particular area, then some Catholic Primary schools would convert to different models, like that of Educate Together. Initially Minister Quinn thought 50% of school would change over, but considering the available data, this seems a bit out of step with the actual level of demand indicated.

As part of that process of asking parents what they want, the parents of Killarney are being given the chance to participate in a survey about their preferred school model. Any parent of a child of primary school age and younger can take part in this survey by visiting www.education.ie. It’s very important that a large number of parents take part in the survey, as it will be too easy to dismiss the results as unrepresentative, if the ‘turnout’ is low.

If enough interest is shown, then perhaps the parents of Kerry will be fortunate enough to gain some options regarding the education of their children. For the last ten years, Tralee Educate Together has been a pioneer of that additional choice. It offers the exact same curriculum as any other Primary school, but in place of the large chunks of the day given over to Catholic instruction and ethos, it strives to teach children about Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Sikhism and Hinduism.

This is not to say that the religious obligations of the various faiths that attend (including Catholics) are neglected. No, instead the emphasis is put on parental responsibility and action. For example, First Holy Communion and Confirmation work is done by a parent group, working outside school hours. I can’t think of a more affirming experience of one’s religion, than the active participation of one’s parents in sacramental instruction as well as party planning.

Kerry has changed and is continuing to change. Even asking parents what they want, instead of telling them just what they’ll have to make do with, is different. I hope the parents of Killarney will embrace this opportunity to have their voice and the voice of Kerry heard.

Kerry Column 52

Column: Respecting Politicians

My column in The Kerryman. 23 January, 2013

There’s a lot we Kerry people will put up with. Bad roads, slow internet, Cork and the constant rain. We even laugh off Kerry Man jokes, pausing only to correct the spelling and amend the grammar. As a literary people, we hold to Wilde’s adage, “The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.” We delight in sarcasm and slagging. The always expected barrage of put-downs keeps our wits finely honed. The only downside being, it is now dangerous to compliment a woman on her looks as she is likely to slap your face as she looks for the implied insult in the flattery.

What we won’t put up with or endure though, is anyone seeming to get above themselves.  And we Kerry people know this when we see it, as a superior people, we can spot it from a mile away. When we meet it, we treat in the only way should be treated, constant, consistent and coruscating irreverence.

This is not to suggest that nothing is sacred. Children are off-limits. The dead also, but that one is a bit flexible. People like me, will never accept that death has earned CJ Haughey the right to any of the witless fawning he enjoyed while he was alive. And while we may have funny laws like the one against blasphemy, we know enough about how some priests  behaved to never again buy into their superiority.

These days, one has to earn respect and work damn hard to keep it. I had thought this more careful attitude to those with a bit of power, was not unique to Kerry. But I may be wrong. It seems for example, that Pat Rabitte TD, thinks we should be nicer to him and his kind. Maybe even more respectful. He’s a Government Minister, a former leader of the Labour Party, a TD for over 20 years and a man not slow to take on the Roman Catholic Church, but he seems to think we need to respect him more. This from a man who dismisses broken election promises, as just what political parties do.

Pat Rabitte and his ilk, have struck gold. Having a won a popularity contest, based on promises that have not been kept, he now has a huge salary and a pension pot, that would make the lives of several dozen Carers, less backbreaking and isolated. And he tells us we should be a little more respectful of politicians?

I am aware and grateful for the fact, that I live in a country, where I can express my contempt for powerful men and women, without fear. It’s a wonderful thing. Historically it is a most rare right, to publicly announce one’s feelings of, let’s say contempt, for someone powerful. Even better, in this technological age, I can express that contempt in many ways beyond print.

There are limits though, or at least there should be limits. Anonymity is sometimes necessary, but it should be a rare thing. For the rest of, we should never shy away from being honest and open about our contempt for any politician. The only restraint we should acknowledge, is that if one is abusive, then one can be ignored.

When elected functionaries look like they believe that they are a new and improved ‘priesthood,’ then never neglect your duty to remind them that they are easily replaceable and even more easily forgotten.

Kerry Column 53

Column: Abortion, what room for Compromise?

My column in The Kerryman. 16 January, 2013

I’d like to begin with some history. A history of abortion in Ireland, in a couple of paragraphs. In 1861, an Act of the British Parliament made abortions illegal here. In 1983 our Constitution was amended to say that the born and unborn have an equal right to life. In 1992, a teenage victim of rape tried traveling to the UK for an abortion, the X-case. The State felt obliged to try stopping her, however, the Supreme Court decided that as her life was in danger (from suicide), she should be entitled to an abortion. In 2002 a referendum was held to try and remove suicide as grounds for an abortion. This was defeated.

Every Irish government since 1992 has avoided creating legislation to reflect the 1992 Supreme Court decision in the X-case. In 2009 the European Court of European Rights ruled that this failure violated the European Convention on Human Rights, because it left unclear and undefined what rights a pregnant woman had regarding abortion.

In 2012 Savita Halappanavar died in a Galway hospital, while miscarrying. It is unclear why she died, but the possibility that she may have been saved by a timely abortion, led to demonstrations demanding legislation for X. Now our politicians have finally begun conducting hearings on how best to legislate for X.

Meanwhile, since 1983, over 100,000 Irish women have had abortions. Most people in Kerry will know at least one woman who has made that trip to the UK.

Those hearings were held last week. Three days of them. For the first two days our legislators spoke with legal and medical experts in the fields of reproductive health and law. This is as it should be. When lives are at risk and rights are being discussed, experts are who we turn to. The third day of the hearings however, was dedicated to more of an ethical debate. Twenty years of avoiding responsibility and our politicians waste an entire day consulting opinions that could’ve been found with the briefest of brief internet searches.

To my mind there is no possibility of compromise between pro-life and pro-choice. A person who is pro-choice is never going to agree with someone who believes a foetus has the same human rights as its mother. A pro-lifer is never going to stop believing that human life begins from the moment of conception and is therefore entitled to the same protection as any other human being.

It is clear that some people want to a see a more liberal abortion regime in Ireland, others want there never to be abortions in Ireland. The only option then for our politicians is to ignore those who are on diametrically opposed sides in the debate. The politicians must assemble a collection of opinions from the less certain and combine these uncertainties with the best legal and medical expertise available, to find the middle ground.

There will be legal abortions in Ireland, but they will be rare, so rare that both the pro-choicers and pro-lifers will be massively frustrated. That is the key, any solution which angers both pro-life and pro-choice will most likely satisfy the majority of citizens. It’s more than a moral issue, it involves an impossible compromise between competing rights. The very definition of democracy.

Kerry Column 54

Who would want an abortion?

(I was sent this by someone familiar with my blog. She wished to tell her story, in her own words) 

The lines are being drawn as to deserved and non deserved abortions, for some the sound of the word is enough to induce judders, others blithely refer to agendas and rights and life as if it was a straightforward procedure with set points to slot in children and love and dare I say hope into linear trajectories.

I have no hope, I lost it a while ago and have found myself searching for it in strange places, in the FAS office, on the pages of Monster, in emigration visa forms, in my child’s face. Time and time again, letter after email thanking me for my interest or informing me that I failed to meet the criteria, another day of struggling to make ends meet and the small glimmer, that 13 will be a lucky number, that this year we will escape, that poverty is just a temporary state, that you are of worth, is scuppered by a few lines in windows on the cheapest pregnancy test I could get.

I’m pregnant, I’m in a long term relationship, I love him, and I know I would love this baby, but I can’t bring a child into this. I cannot have a baby and no job, no future, no escape. I know I should have been more careful, one mistake in 7 years, part of me is thankful, a small collection of cells reminding me that life continues outside of this daily stress, that those pills I take to make life bearable and save me from the suicidal mess I was in before are not the only thing that could bring joy. I find myself sobbing, the big loud body shaking sobs that rattle your soul, although I guess I don’t have one of those considering what I’m forced to consider.

So given my situation the only option I can take, is the proverbial boat. I am deeply saddened to have to do this. This is not an easy decision and it’s made harder still by the fact the I have to leave the country, I cannot talk to me GP, I cannot talk to a lot of my friends and family about it, it is an act that nobody wants but sometimes you have to commit to.

I don’t want to have an abortion but life is too hard already, I envy friends that announce their pregnancies and many years ago wished that I could have done so with my first child, another accident, I promised myself the next time would be different, older and wiser and far more aware. I know better now. I know the costs and I cannot do it to my family unit at this time. I must have an abortion, I don’t want it on some level, but that is a selfish level, the one that knows how full the heart can become with love for a child. I find my mind fluttering between the positive and negative parts trying desperately to balance them, and I cannot. I must act, an act I know will stay with me and possibly stop me from ever having a child again, but what choice have I when there is no hope? A baby, will mean I’m stuck here, I need a job, an income, security, even a roof over my head is a dubious proposition in the next six months let alone an infant.

Know this dear reader, I am not taking this decision lightly, I am not using this as emergency contraception, I am not going to have one of these every 6 months, I am not ruining my life, I’m trying to save it, and the only thing the abortion laws in this country cause is more suffering and time because I have to get a substantial amount of money together to do this. I suppose there are some who would say I deserve to suffer because of what I must do, fear not, I do! I must give up something I would like for something I need. I need to be well, I need to be secure, then and only then can I be safe enough to have a baby.

Gender Selective Abortions

Twitter has been something of a battle lately, as we collectively watch and interpret according to our individual prejudices, The Oireachtas hearings concerning legislation for the X-case. It seems these hearings have let loose the dogs of our ever present Culture War. It has been interesting to watch, it has been ugly and it has been informative. It’s also the first time I’ve witnessed a twitterverse flame-war, where threats of lawsuits have been bandied about with wild abandon.

I’ve tried to not get involved in the exchanges. It’s not that I am unsure of my own opinion on the matter. I am pro-choice. More that I worry sometimes that I may enjoy the fight more than is appropriate and I cannot think of any useful purpose, to me engaging with anti-choice advocates. There will never be a meeting of minds in that exchange.

One issue however, had my fingers hovering, all twitchy over the keyboard. It seems that anti-choice advocates think that gender selective abortions is a stick to beat pro-choicers with. Do conservative societies and communities disproportionately abort female foetuses? The statistics speak for themselves. Some cultures prize male off-spring over female. I find this distasteful, backward and even tragic, but it has nothing to do with my stance on abortion.

If a woman presents for an abortion, there are only two questions she should be asked. The first is, ‘are you sure?‘ and the second is, ‘are you choosing this course of action, free from coercion?‘ That’s it. Any other, ‘non-medical’ questions are a violation of her privacy.

Not that I expect that level of physical autonomy to be offered to women in this country any time soon, if ever. No, I would be very surprised if Irish women achieved that kind of equality and freedom. The principle however remains, it is no one’s business what a woman chooses to do with her body. That conservative and patriarchal societies still denigrate women is a separate if unfortunately thematically linked problem. It is an issue that requires addressing, but it isn’t an excuse for anti-choice campaigners to deny Irish women ultimate ownership of their own bodies. Nor should it be confused and misused as an opportunity for anti-choicers to stake a claim to the moral high-ground.

Column: Gun Control

My ‘FIRST’ column in The Kerryman. 9 January, 2013

There are few things we would like to hear more at our funeral than, he or she was a person of principle. To be described as someone with principles is to be associated with those virtues we value most; honesty, integrity, consistency and bravery. We owe the existence of our State to people of principle. Men and women who stood toe to toe with an enemy that dominated the planet, yet principle won out.

A week before Christmas, 20 children were murdered by a young man, using weapons American principles allowed him access to. This epic tragedy, uniquely common in America, is an example of why principles are not always a good thing. The majority of Americans have an almost religious belief in their right to own whatever type and quantity of guns they can afford. And woe betide any politician who would dare question this fervent clinging to a principle.

We are so impressed by the idea of principle, we rarely take the time to examine its dangers. We have but to look at our ruinous Civil War to see how principle can destroy as effectively as it inspires. We could also look to the men of principle who flew jumbo jets into The Twin Towers.

Principles can be incredibly destructive. Destructive of life and property, but mostly of thought. Once we place a principle above life, then it is a very short step indeed, to death. Fanaticism has taken hold. Imagine if you can, the warped thought processes of a man who shoots a teenage girl in the head, because she dares to demand an eduction. Where does one begin to explain to a member of the Taliban, why this is wrong? How does one cure such sickness? How does one bridge the gap between humanity and the fanaticism which condemned Jean McConville to torture and murder?

But what of guns in Kerry? I know many people here who own shotguns and rifles. Mostly farmers who are protecting their crops, but others who merely shoot for sport. Some of the weapons in Kerry have been involved in suicides and accidental deaths or injury. They are deadly weapons, but no one suggests that they should be banned.

Why don’t we demand the removal of these dangerous things? Because it would be silly in the extreme to ban the relatively few guns that are legally held in Kerry. The practicalities aside, there is just no good reason why a few incidents of misuse, should be used as an excuse to deny the vast majority of responsible gun-owners the use of these weapons. Even if many of these guns are just toys for big-boys, do we really want politicians to get so scared for us, that we lose access to anything that might be considered dangerous?

I know I don’t. I get very worried when someone says I can’t play with something, just because they think it’s too dangerous. Unless of course it’s my mother. She’s allowed. That’s a principle of mine and this is why I don’t think it’s extreme; we don’t have ordinary people carrying high-capacity rifles that can spew out bullets at high speeds, murdering our children.

We may have our fair share of unwell individuals, but we lack the capacity to kill a dozen children at a time. A shotgun can do devastating harm, but it cannot massacre. A bolt-action rifle can kill at a distance, but it cannot kill en mass. And most fortunately of all, we don’t have an arms industry heavily invested in the ‘principle’ of keeping our citizens terrified and armed to the teeth.

Kerry Column 55

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

(no spoilers)

I’ve been looking forward to writing this review for a number of years now. The project was beset by delay after delay, but fortunately all these setbacks merely served to whet my appetite.

I consulted the hive mind that is the twitterverse, as to the largest cinema screens in Ireland, and I booked tickets for The Odeon and The Savoy. I watched it on a Sunday evening and then the following day.

The film itself? Hmmmmmm. As a Tolkien fan, I loved it. The length, the self-indulgence, the unnecessary back-stories, the length, the reintroduction of old favourites, necessary and superfluous, the length, the beauty of New Zealand, Rivendell, the length, Riddles in the Dark, the snippets of humour and finally the length.

As a fan of film though, oh my Eru, it was fierce long. There was a point in my first viewing where I felt a pang of anger towards Peter Jackson for causing two terms to find their way into my mind. These were franchise and Star War Episode 1. An Unexpected Journey is no Phantom Menace, in that it does not merit the opprobrium poured on the head of Episode 1, but in releasing what is essentially a Director’s Cut, as a theoretical version of a story, that non-nerds won’t be familiar with, Peter Jackson has risked turning this franchise (oh how the snob in me hates that term) into something only those of us who have done the required reading will truly enjoy.

Other criticisms include some of the ‘forced-perspective’ shots not working, Azog looking a bit video-gamish and I can only imagine how enraging the appearance of the eagles will be.

The second time I watched it, I enjoyed it all the more, as I put aside all the problems I saw in the first viewing. The 3D was unobtrusive and as mentioned, it all looked beautiful. Martin Freeman as Bilbo Baggins was a delight. McKellen’s Gandalf the Grey more fun than the colossus that bestrode Lord of the Rings. Richard Armitage as Thorin Oakenshield was wonderful. And finally Gollum was truly excellent. Riddles in the Dark, while not a long scene, was near perfect.

The depiction of the Battle of Azanulbizar though not canon, was brilliantly done. The White Council was very cool and filled with unexpected tension. Though as an aside, I do tire of watching The Lady Galadriel walking so slowly, as if this somehow enhances her gravitas. And Radagast the Brown’s brief encounter with some old enemies was an eye opener. Radagast himself will turn many people off, but I’m ok with the extreme depiction.

I look forward to Part 2, with my enthusiasm undimmed. The money has already been committed to the project, so I know it will be completed. And if Jackson chooses to continue in the vein, then he can expect me to fork over my euros without pause. But I won’t be able to recommend these movies to my non-nerd friends. And I think that unfortunate.There was a huge amount of good will built up by The Lord of the Rings, among the non-initiated. I fear this franchise, well this one film alone, will fritter away all that good will.

Fortunately, HBO’s Game of Thrones is proving successful enough, that I don’t have to overly worry about Jackson single-handedly destroying the genre.

But I have to say, I can’t wait to see it again. And I am giddy at the thought of a Director’s Cut.

In the Pale Moonlight

If there is one thing that Deep Space 9 has taught us, is that Deep Space 9 can teach us everything. For example, if one wishes to explain how short-form and long-form story telling can be present on one television show, then Deep Space 9 will provide an example of these forms and show how they interact within a series. Of course on TV, the terms episodic and story-arc, are used to describe the short and long term aims of a single dramatic piece. 

The episode which best demonstrates these two concepts, operating together, is ‘In The Pale Moonlight’ (Season6 Episode19). Generally thought of as among the very best that DS9 has to offer. 

In brief, our beloved United Federation of Planets is locked in a fight to the death with The Founders. The war is not going well. The denizens of DS9 are confronted with ever growing casualty lists. Friends and colleagues are appearing on these lists with growing frequency. Then Betazed falls. Commander Deanna Troi’s home planet falls to the enemy. Disaster. The Federation is out of friends and seemingly out of options.  

The Federation is forced to try something underhanded and morally dubious. Captain Sisko is expected to find a way to bring The Romulan Empire into the War, on the side of The Federation. To achieve this, Sisko plots with a Cardassian Master Spy, called Garak, to create evidence of a Founder plan to invade The Romulan Empire. Murder, assassination, espionage and various other unFederation actions ensue. Result being, The Romulan Empire is tricked into declaring war on The Founders.

That’s the entire episode, in 150 words. A plan is hatched, the plan succeeds, the end. Anyone not having watched Deep Space 9 before, or any of the Star Treks for that matter, will be able to follow the story. The episode stands as a discrete piece of drama. Little nods though, are given to the fans, like Betazed falling or more immediately, the now ironic rejection of realpolitik as the theme of the previous episode. But it can be understood by the uninitiated. This is an episode.

It is also exists as part of a larger story. Or more accurately, as part of a larger series of story arcs. The war with the Founders, Garak’s attempts to free his beloved Cardassia, the demands forced on Sisko by his duties to The Federation and to The Prophets and the larger implications for the geopolitical situation in the alpha-quadrant are all arcs which are served by this stand alone episode.

The strength of a series, especially in the pre-boxset and digital recoding eras, was the ability to entertain both the diehards and the occasional viewer. On could tune into an episode of Cheers and not know its provenance. but in the first ten seconds one would discern that Sam was a slut with a heart of gold. He has unresolved feelings towards the terminally uptight Diane. Norm is a barfly and Carla a harsh tongued independent woman.  

Back then there might be the occasional two-part episode and the second part would be preceded by a reminder of what was going on. If one was to try that with a demanding series like Homeland, the entire episode would be taken up with call-back. 

One now only sees the episode and the arc co-existing in soap-operas. One can dip in and out of ‘London Harpies and Their Wide Boys Being Shrill’ and have an idea what is going on. The devoted fan however, cannot afford to miss an episode. A particular arc may end, but it will spawn others. A series of true quality, will provide riveting episodes that both stand alone and continually move these arcs along. Deep Space 9 always did this, it was the Space Opera extraordinaire.  

Catholic Politicians

As appeared in Letters – The Kerryman –  19 December 2012 edition

In the recent American Presidential Election, great emphasis was put on the fact that the incumbent Vice-President Joe Biden, and his challenger Paul Ryan are Catholic. Many asked if their faith would influence the decisions they’d make while in Office.

The answers these two Catholic men gave, could not have been more different. Joe Biden said his faith was a private matter and it wasn’t his place to impose his faith on others. Paul Ryan answered that he would govern as a Roman Catholic.  

You might think it remarkable that this question was asked, but don’t forget that the USA had always considered itself to be a White Protestant Nation. John F. Kennedy was the first Catholic President and don’t think he didn’t have to give a bit of reassurance about not imposing Rome Rule.

This election, the Americans chose men of faith, but men who would not impose their particular faiths. This had never been an issue in Ireland as we have always had Catholic men, ruling as Catholics, wielding their Catholic Constitution. The few Protestants left in the Free State after independence, were slowly pushed near out of existence. We became even less diverse.

Fortunately for those of us who are not Catholic, or who’s Catholicism is worn lightly, Ireland again has difference. There are even atheists about the place. And this change means that our Catholic politicians must now face the questions that Biden and Ryan faced. 

Will our politicians insist that non-Catholics adhere to Roman Catholic dogma? Will our schools and hospitals remain Catholic? Will gay people continue to be second class citizens? Will women ever be allowed to control their own bodies? 

I consider myself most fortunate to be a citizen of an increasingly multi-cultural, multi-ethnic and an ever so slowly secularising 21st Century Republic. I’d hate to see us return to the days when priests and bishops could command our leaders. Do we really want to return to a time when Catholicism was law and the law was Catholic? We know where that led. We know what the consequences are, when a religion is given too much power.   

I hope we don’t allow ourselves be herded backwards. And I hope our Catholic politicians will put their duty to us before their loyalty to their church.

Savita, A Hero

As appeared in Letters – The Kerryman –  5 December 2012 edition

There is something the dead do for us, that no one living can ever manage. They become whatever symbol we demand of them. Whatever symbol suits us best. And who better demonstrates this, than the Men of 16?

Within a few short years, heroes were killing heroes, based on what they thought dead heroes would have done. No one can ask the dead what they think, so a mother of ten children, can be kidnapped, tortured, murdered and her body not returned to her family, because that is what someone thought the Men of 16 would have done.

Not that using the dead is always a bad thing. How many young men and women were inspired by their dead heroes to fight in The War of Independence? It wasn’t a war of chivalry. It was ugly and people died ugly, but the Men of 16 inspired heroism.

Unless of course one is a Unionist. Then the Men of 16, were, and have aways been, a symbol of wrong. They have their King Billy. He might be dead longer than our dead, but dead is dead.

Today we have a new dead hero to inspire us, Savita Halappanavar. We don’t know all the reasons behind why she is dead but the truth hardly matters.

Savita is no longer real to anyone other than her family and the medical professionals who treated her. She now exists as a symbol of inspiration to those who wish to fight for a county not yet realised. A country where women are safe and respected.

Of course safe and protected mean diametrically opposed things to different people. In a recent poll, 36% of people were of the opinion, women are best protected and respected by a right to choose an abortion. Fine Gael received 36.1% of the votes cast in 2011.

For that 36%, Savita is a hero. What she’d think if she’d survived, is immaterial. She was denied an abortion. She died.

In this poll, over 80% were shown to want the x-case legislated for. Most of these people do not want abortion on demand. Savita is still their hero. No matter why she died, over 80% of Irish people now refuse to accept legal grey areas continuing to exist. A woman’s life is too important and the law must reflect this. Over 80%. That’s the combined votes of Fine Gael, Labour, Fianna Fáil and Sinn Féin.

Like all our dead heroes, Savita Halappanavar will divide us as she inspires us. We don’t even know for sure how and why she died, but we are certain she is another dead hero, to be used as we see fit. And we are certain that she is inspiring change, even if it is taking our betters an inordinate amount of time to realise it.
Kerryman 05-12-12

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