Here is an account of the Irish in America, written in 1886:
I met several people from Cork, and they were overjoyed to meet me, who could tell them the history of the beautiful citie for the last generation. Tosome I spoke the Irish language and their delight was inconceivable. I may here remark that wherever I go I find the love of Ireland amongst the Irish to be the most intense feeling of their souls – an all-absorbing passion, running like a silver thread through all their thoughts and emotions. They think forever of the old land, and sigh to behold it once more before they die. One man who drove us one day for an hour refused to take any payment. He was from Ireland and we were two Irish priests, and that was enough for him!
“What part of Ireland do you come from?” I asked. “From Wicklow, sir; I am 32 years in the country. “And do you ever think of the old country?” “Think,” he exclaimed, “Oh! yes sir, I do think of the old country, not so much by day as by night. In my dreams at night I see as distinctly as ever the lanes and alleys where I played when a boy. I fancy I am at home once more, but I awake and find I am in Montreal, and am like never to see my native land again.”
This dreaming of Ireland I found quite common, many people would give all they have in the world to get back again and live in Ireland steeped in poverty, rather than flourish wealthy in this strange land. And what is stranger still is, that amongst the young people, those love Ireland most who are born here of Irish parents. Their love is far more intense than the love of those who were born in Ireland. Philosophers must account for this; it appears to me to be a transmitted passion; they hear their parents constantly speak in terms of affection of the land of their birth.’
Rev. M. B. Buckley, Diary of a Tour in America, Edited by his sister Kate Buckley, (Dublin: Sealy, Bryers & Walker, 1886), pp. 50-1.
Ireland is one of the smaller European countries, but due to large numbers of children per family and hard times, huge numbers of emigrants left its shores for the US and other countries. Many years before the above picture was taken, and also many years before theabove article was written by Reverend Buckley, Irish were forced to emigrate from their beloved homeland in greater numbers than ever before or since. This period is known as THE IRISH POTATO FAMINE.
When the English conquered and occupied Ireland they gave all the rich bottomland farm land to English & Scottish people who came over to Ireland and occupied it in big estates, and became the ruling class, the financial elite of their days. They were all protestants and they made many laws discriminating against the conquered Irish, who were Catholics, similarly to what the English and Dutch did to the Black tribesmen in South Africa, to what the Americans did to the Indian tribes, and to what the Israelis do to the Palestinians, whose homes, farms, & shops the Israelis stole. That is what imperialism does, that is its purpose, to steal and exploit.
The Irish were thus forced up into the hills and mountains, onto small rocky & infertile plots, where they had little option but to grow only potatoes. Other crops such as carrots, cabbage, beets etc, and meat, all of which were staples throughout Europe and which
the British overlords in Ireland consumed by the ton, take too many square feet to grow compared to the amount of calories they contain. Only the potato, which thrives in the rocky soil and cool summer clouds & fogs of Ireland's hills & highlands, could produce enough calories to feed the Catholic Irish families (each of which had approx. 8 child-ren). So when the blight struck 1841-45 and most of the potatoes were destroyed, thousands begin dying of starvation, and from diseases common to the malnourished.
← Queen Victoria statue in Belfast, Northern Ireland
One or two London newspapers and members of Parliament spoke up, saying that England (not to mention that English imperial conquest was responsible for the potato famine) England should send food to the Irish to help them. These few voices were ignored. No aid was given the conquered Irish. Throughout the five year famine the native population of Ireland fell from about 9 million to less than 5 million, mostly from deaths, but many from emigration to the Americas, Australia, etc.
Throughout the Irish Potato Famine the affluent Protestant British plantation operators and absentee landlords continued to export ₤Millions of Irish raised beef, lamb, wool, & corn. Again, this is the purpose of imperialism. Just as it is in today's "third world" countries ruled by western-installed puppet governments who allow privitization of communal farm lands (the "peasants" never have any deeds, they have just lived and farmed these plots for centuries), big corporate mines, plantations, sweat shop factories, deforestation and other environmental devastation, and the destruction and replacement of milleniums-old cultures, all for the sake of huge profits to distant corporate owners. The puppet regimes do not allow minimum wage laws, so workers receive $1/hour. The corporate-owned media refer to this imperialism as "globalization."
Old Skibbereen(an Irish ballad) by Patrick Carpenter - 1889
Oh father dear, I oft-times hear you speak of Erin's isle Her lofty hills, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say she is a lovely land wherein a saint might dwell So why did you abandon her, the reason to me tell.
Oh son, I loved my native land with energy and pride Till a blight came o'er the praties; my sheep, my cattle died My rent and taxes went unpaid, I could not them redeem And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen.
Oh well do I remember that bleak December day The landlord and the sheriff came to take us all away They set my roof on fire with their cursed English spleen I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.
Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the stony ground She fainted in her anguish seeing desolation 'round She never rose but passed away from life to immortal dream She found a quiet grave, me boy, in dear old Skibbereen.
And you were only two years old and feeble was your frame I could not leave you with my friends for you bore your father's name I wrapped you in my cóta mór in the dead of night unseen I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen.
Oh father dear, the day will come when in answer to the call All Irish men of freedom stern will rally one and all I'll be the man to lead the band beneath the flag of green And loud and clear we'll raise the cheer, Revenge for Skibbereen!
Britain invaded Ireland hundreds of years ago to increase the riches of Brit. financial elites. They stole the best bottom land without paying a penny and anyone who has resisted them has been killed, for many centuries. The latest wave of protests and resistance was in the 1970's called "the Troubles," during which the Brit. military slaughtered untold numbers of Irish freedom fighters, men, women, and children. This is how empires always maintain their grasp on conquered and occupied subject countries, with the help of local puppet regimes.
Disban the EU by James Hannum
EEH, long an opponent of the EU (European Union), in 2004 created the maxim "CULTURAL DIVERSITY REQUIRES INDEPENDENT ECONOMIES." In the US the phrase "cultural diversity" is misused to mean the melting pot of emigrant cultures. Melting pots melt their contents all together; they rapidly assimilate and destroy the individual emigrant cultures, within one or two generations replacing them with the dominant monoculture. For example, tens of millions of Americans today are of German descent, yet very few of them know much about German culture. They have lost the language, literature, folklore, art, dance, woodcraft, history, and the thousand other things that their German ancestors brought to America. Their immigrant [grand]parents adhered to German culture, but their descendants were Americanized.
The phrase "cultural diversity" in the above blue poster refers not to the American melting pot, but to the independent and diverse cultures of Europe (French, Dutch, Polish etc.) which are being systematically destroyed by the EU. Culture is the glue which holds all true communities together. Communities don't need global corporations and banks, "big box" stores, and 8-lane inter-provincial carriageways jammed with 18-wheel lorries hauling produce and goods thousands of miles from cheap foreign sweatshops and corporate plantations. The EU and its masters, the globalists- financial elites, in order to increase their personal already gigantic incomes, must destroy and replace Europe's local communities, independent local economies, and the non-corporate farms, shops, craftsmen, and other businesses, which have done quite well all these centuries without globalization. The EU's policy of cultural and economic homogenization is very bad for the people and sovereign countries of Europe.
In 2016 the UK voted to exit the EU. Hopefully other countries will soon follow the UK's example.
The British people voted to withdraw from the European Union, but many politicians controlled by global elites are delaying it, blocking the democratic will of the majority.
Deutsche Demokratische Republik [DDR] [East Germany]
Undivided Germany, 1945:
DDR (Communist East Germany), 1949 - 1990:
In the DDR (Deutsche Demokratische Republik, or GDR, German Democratic Republic), the names for Communist East Germany, the State owned all land, factories, shops, houses, etc. It wasn’t every man for himself, as it is now in the world. There was a strong feeling of camaraderie and collective identity. One knew one’s neighbors and would often help each other. It was said that one's friends were true friends who could be counted on to help in all situations. They were not shallow or "fair weather friends." If shoes became available at a Berlin shop cross town, one woman who worked in, for example a brick factory, would somehow get off work, take the tram and buy a pair for every woman working in the brick factory. Shoes were not often available in stores. The people of East Germany hadn't much money and gadgets; this brought them together and they helped each other in ever so many ways.
There wasn't much television, and there were certainly no computers, internet, or smart phones. These modern inventions divide people from each other. Today a person may have 1,000 "friends" on FaceBook, but will not even know the names of people living in his apartment building, much less know who is getting married, who is sick, and who has that large pipe wrench everyone uses. The Deutsche (German) Demokratische Republik (the DDR) had true communities where people lived together rather than in proud isolation.
The DDR lifestyle was destroyed by money-first, business-über-alles neo-liberalism when the Berlin Wall fell in 1989. Capitalistic competition and materialism divide people from each other. In East Germany people lived in small cozy apartments, several families sharing the same kitchen and bathroom, often three generations of a family living together. Almost no one had a car, which made the cities and towns much quieter, better air, and safer to walk in. Cars isolate the people from each other, but pedestrian E. Germans knew their neighbors because they would always meet while walking on the streets.
Above stamps: "Working Class Fighters" -and- "National Rebuilding" [WW II damage]
Two families and
the house in Schönwalde by Vanessa Stella Johnston
When Germany was reunified in 1990, many West Germans reclaimed properties they had lost under the GDR (German Democratic Republic, A.K.A. Communist East Germany). In 2006, my mother, Silke Sonntag, received a mysterious call saying that there was a property east of Berlin in Schönwalde, which might be claimed for her. "I thought there must have been some mistake," she later told me. My mother had only ever been inWestGermany, where she emigrated from 23 years ago. East Germany had been like a foreign world that she knew existed, but barely thought about.
It was later explained to us that the property was purchased by my great-grand-parents in 1933. Twenty years later, as a Communist country, the GDR nationalized all property, which means they took it for "the People." This is how private ownership was abolished in the GDR. In 1953 the GDR assigned the house to Ernst Hartmann, and five generations of the Hartmann family occupied it for the next 55 years. No one in the GDR ever had to pay anything for their housing. In 1992, the German government begin looking for the owners of the property but was unable to find us.
The reunification of East and West Germany in 1990 was sudden and unexpected. Not long after, the newly formed German government received 2.3 million applications for the restitution of real estate that the GDR had nationalized. The re-unified government announced several deadlines to file claims over the years, but each of them was extended. Many properties are unclaimed because of the millions of owners who perished during World War II, the millions more who moved within the GDR and Soviet Bloc during the 43 years of GDR rule, and the millions who departed the GDR after the Berlin Wall fell in 1989.
At the end of our claim process in 2008 we went to have a meeting with the Hartmanns at our family's house in Schönwalde, where they have resided all these years. As we walked up to the house from the train station I asked my mother whether she felt sorry for the Hartmann family having to give up the house. "No, not at all," she replied, "they never paid a penny for it and they've had fifty years of free rent!" The Hartmanns were waiting for us at the gate.
Erhard Hartmann and Vanessa Johnston at the house in Schönwalde
Ich hoffe, daß Sie in Ordnung sind. Ich schreibe Ihnen von unsern ganzen Familie, um Euch sehr zu Danken, für den Erhalt dieser unerwartete Erbschaft! Wir sind gestern gerade nach Hause angekommen von unserer grossen Reise. Anbei ein Foto von meiner Eltern in Hawaii. Ich und meine Schwester Liesel und ihr Mann sind im Hintergrund unter den großen Regenschirm. Das war unserLieblingsanschlag, es war fur eine woche! Unsere Eltern erfreuten sich lieber an Australien.
Ich schreibe Ihnen auf Deutsch, weil mein Englisch schrecklich ist, u. ich weiß, Sie haben keine Serbokroatisch. Bitte entschuldigen Sie meine Fehler, Ich lernte es nur von meiner Großeltern als
kinder. Meine Mutter bat mir zu erzahlen: sie bedauert, daß sie ungern zu glauben Euch im Anfang war, als du ins unsern Haus
besuchten; dann Ihre Geduld war sehr geschätzt. Als Sie wissen, wir waren die einzigen Linie der Familie in Jugoslawien nach dem zweiten Weltkrieg verbleibend.
Es war schwierig für Sie uns zu finden, und als mein Vater meinen Mutter den Vertrag zu unterzeichnen verbot, könnten Sie leicht unsausser den Erbschaft verlassen haben. (Später machte Vater vieleTrinksprüche an euch, in Kneipen rund um die Welt!)
Wir hatten uns nie zu träumen erlaubten, daß so etwas könnte in unserer Familie geschehen. Es hat uns erlaubt, die Gleichgewicht von dem Haus-Hypothek meiner Eltern auszahlen, und diesen großen Dampferreise rund um die Welt zu machen, dass von Mama u. Vati ihren großen Ziel seit vielen Jahren zu machen war.
Danke, wunderbaren Menschen der Gesellschaft Europäische Auswanderer Erbe!
Ursula Schäfer, für die ganze Familie Schäfer
The USSR [Section under construction]
The 1917 Russian Revolution against the Tsar ended centuries of oppression by the wealthy nobility. Those who had spoken out against the Tsar had been exiled to Siberia. The poet Pushkin was one such, resulting in his 19___ poem:
Воглубинесибирских руд Deep in the Siberian mines
Храните гордое терпенье, Keep your patience proud:
Не пропадет ваш скорбный труд The bitter toil shall not be lost,
И дум высокое стремленье. The rebel thought unbowed.
Оковы тяжкие падут, The heavy hanging chains shall fall,
Темницы рухнут-и свобода The walls will crumble at a word
Вас примет радостно у входа, And freedom greet you in the light,
И братья меч вам отдадут! And brothers give you back the sword!
--Пушкин -- Pushkin
Head pioneer of a pioneer unit reports to the pioneer leader of the school, Russia, USSR, 1950
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