Many contradictories are involved in the happenings on that January 30, 1972. That day that quickly was known as Bloody Sunday. I believe that we will never know the full story, or one non-differential one. Because as time goes by, the least likely this chapter of the big story will be finished with no error. When I speak of the “big story” I of course mean the conflict between Ireland and N. Ireland (and the British). And this big story is one that seems to be a never-ending one.

It all started back in Tudor times when the British invaded and then dominated Ireland, and then when the British divided Ireland in 1921. But it all has intensified since 1968 and has claimed over 3,500 people’s lives. The Irish people wanted their c

omplete independence from England ever since the initial invasion. They wanted nothing else and nothing more but home rule. Home rule is local control over internal matters. The British refused home rule for many decades. A reason for this refusal was for concern for the Irish Protestants, because they were the minority in a land filled with Catholics. Most Irish Catholics lived in the Northern part of Ireland known as Ulster.

I have personal experience in the whole scheme of things, being Irish American and also being to both Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. I always find myself falling on the side of the Republic of Ireland. Being that my ancestry is from there and that I myself am Catholic, and being Irish Catholic I have been raised with certain beliefs in the conflict. So I started to think about how I all the way in California have been raised to think a certain way about the whole thing. And the kids in Ireland and Northern Ireland who are living it, and their parents must be passing along there beliefs, I wonder how passionate they are about them and if the one sided thinking will ever stop. I personally don’t think it will in my lifetime or my kids, or even grandkids lifetimes. Because I have been to Northern Ireland, in fact Belfast, during a time of peace and it didn’t seem so peaceful to me. There was this nice man who we new through a friend that lives in Northern Ireland that gave us a tour. It was a funny thing, or not so funny thing, but he took us to the area of Belfast that primarily the IRA lived, and this man was very skittish and very scared, scared almost to death, every time he would stop the car to talk about something or point out something for fear of the police. But aren’t the police suppose to protect you, and I don’t think you should be scared of them if your doing nothing wrong. One interesting thing about the police cars is that they are not so much a police car as they are a tanker. But one thing was very beautiful in Belfast, and that was the murals. Everywhere you go there is a mural on the side of the building. I have two favorites one being a mural in honor of the twelve people who went on a hunger strike until there was peace and they eventually died from that, for there cause. The other being the most famous image from Bloody Sunday and that is Fr Edward Daly, waving a bloodstained handkerchief, leading a small group of men who are carrying the body of 17 year old Jackie Duddy. I think that U2 said it well in their song Sunday Bloody Sunday. “I can’t believe the news today. I can’t close my eyes and make it go away. How long must we sing this song…Bodies thrown across the

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