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into disrepute in the south in particular as the
revisionist account of Irish political violence
became standard.
But the 1916 that is celebrated now is rather
different from how it was remembered in 1966.
With the distance of time and the commodifica-
tion of our own historical experience, the new
1916 has receded sufficiently from our current
political dispensation to become a quaint,
sepia-toned, costume-wearing, heritage event
festooned with interactive, touristic, multime-
dia, virtual experiences. The 1916 rhizome, in
other words, continues to send out new shoots.
'Bobby Sands: 66 Days' does a good job of
connecting previous events of the Troubles to
the day-by-day experience of the Sands hunger
strike. As such, it is a decent history of the
period. But its major assertion that things
changed pivotally with Sands means that it
fairly rushes past the events that followed 1981.
The over-emphasis on Sands and his strike
means that the other nine people who starved
themselves to death in prison that year are not
all named. The film gives the impression that
the conflict was effectively brought to an end
by a combination of Sands’ political coup plus
the peace-process nous of Adams, aided by the
briefly seen Albert Reynolds, Bertie Ahern and
Tony Blair.
Fair enough, these are indeed the events that
followed, in some shape or form. But this docu-
mentary periodises the Troubles, making the
events seem distant and archival. The funda-
mental problems that led to unrest in the north
are not addressed, with the result that we are
not required when watching this film to consider
sectarian inequality, the corruption of succes-
sive London administrations, decades of
underinvestment, the inflammatory racism of
Paisleyism, electoral isolation within British
politics, the legacy of centuries of disposses-
sion and colonialism, and cronyism in all walks
of life from police and planning to parliament.
Many of these and other problems still remain
in various measures, and they contribute to
ongoing and possibly future conflict that will
come as a surprise to those who fail to acknowl-
edge them.
With the Troubles receding into a period past
of grainy filmstock, Ford Cortinas and flared
trousers, its slogans – ‘Smash H-Block’, ‘Don’t
Let them Die!’, ‘Tiocfaidh Ár Lá’, ‘Ulster says
No!’ – have also become dated, firmly anchored
in their era. Rhizomatically, the big one – ‘Brits
Out’ – has undergone a strange revision this
year in the form of ‘Brexit’.
This column is not the first one to point out
that the consequences of Brexit are unknown
and unknowable. Nor is it the first to struggle
to work out what the motivations were for many
of the Leave voters. But it is hard to ignore the
feeling that Northern Ireland, and Scotland, are
little more than unwanted encumbrances for
the majority English, and that the feeling runs
in both directions. For all the blood spilt during
the Troubles, for all the politicking and negoti-
ating, it may turn out that the thing that finally
releases the hold of London on part of this
island is the insouciant indifference of the Eng-
lish for their unloved fellow subjects, the
unionists of Ulster.
This outcome sits uncomfortably with the
legacy of Bobby Sands. Viewing things this way
certainly diminishes the significance and effec-
tiveness of Irish nationalism and republicanism,
which may have been little more than an irritant
that it took England decades to get round to
swatting away with the same swipe of the arm
that has demolished its own constitution and
ties to Europe.
The total irrelevance and incoherence of
unionism in these events, however viewed, is
striking. When unionists appear in 'Bobby
Sands: 66 Days', they are political retards,
vengeful, and incapable of empathy (holding
placards saying ‘Let him die’ outside the
H-Block prison gates; sitting primly in hope
-
lessly dated front rooms, unable to comprehend
the sacrifices of the hunger strikers; following
a sweating, frenzied marching band leader;
demonstrating the arch-villain/child molester
look with cola-shaded spectacles, and so on).
It is ironic that the stereotype of inbred, unso-
phisticated, atavistic Irishness has now become
grafted onto the unionist population. While the
rest of us in the south are renegotiating our his-
torical narratives through the means of
interactive multimedia experiences, etc. etc.,
the Ulster unionist remains stuck in amber,
more despised by the English than ever. Lead-
erlessly moving into political oblivion,
outplayed and outmanoeuvred by nationalism
and republicanism, unionism as it appears in
this film is decidedly on the losing side of the
culture wars in the northern political struggle.
And perhaps its greatest achievement is in
showing how Sands’ strike and the propaganda
machine that accompanied it was part of this
culture war, transforming his support base from
a paltry few thousand marchers early in 1981 to
the astonishing figure of 100,000 people who
attended his funeral a few short months later.
Cormac Deane lectures in film and media in
the Institute of Art, Design and Technology
The moment
you admit your
fascination
for Sands,
republicanism
has won
Sends out roots and shoots non-symmetrically