1 March 2016 marks the 35th anniversary of the beginning of Bobby Sands’ hunger strike for political status. This courageous act ultimately led to his death 66 days later.
Perhaps if I hadn’t been robbed of my native gaelic/gaeilge tongue by the vicious process of British Imperialism, and cultural genocide, then I would have something better than Maith thú, mo cara, to say to you.
I guess this post is a kind of open letter to Bobby.
I don’t think I will ever be able to express just how much of an inspiration you, and your comrades, have been to me.
Not long ago I spoke with some friends of yours, Joe Watson and Séanna Breathnach. They miss you dearly, and Joe even took me to your grave.
I can’t imagine the strength it must have taken to starve yourself. Needless to say, your sacrifice hasn’t been forgotten. Not by me, and certainly not in the Six Counties.
The Brits may not be gone from the North (yet), but as we Celts say Tiocfaidh ár lá!