
5 8 April 2016
MEDIA
trying to twist this year’s memorials to their
own counter-revolutionary ends? What could
possibly make us think that ‘our’ version of the
Rising would be respected in the state that
crushed it?
In truth, it’s difficult these days for even the
most devout adherent of the workers’ republic
to forswear any and all aspects of the actually
existing Republic of Ireland – not least because
our political opponents are themselves so con-
fused about it. (It’s also nice when its president
makes a good speech.) A certain amount of
uncertainty, theirs and ours, is no sin. One way
for us to advance a rebel politics for the 2020s
will be to exploit that confusion over the coming
years of continuous centenary, to connect our
aims to a genuinely popular republicanism,
driving home the socially revolutionary aspects
of the 1916-23 struggle, and connecting them
to the international politics of resistance in that
period and this one. (The new Irish-themed edi-
tion of the New York-based magazine Jacobin
has made a stirring start in that direction.)
For all there is to admire in the socialist, femi-
nist and otherwise liberating impulses that
drove so many to the Rising, the case for the
Irish revolution gets much clearer in the years
of popular, militant resistance after 1916, espe-
cially in 1919-20 when there are workers’
mini-risings across Ireland as elsewhere in
Europe. A year or two ago I had the disconcert-
ing experience of showing the 1916 rebel grave
in Arbour Hill to the great Italian leftist novelist
who goes by the pseudonym of Wu Ming I: read-
ing the words of the Proclamation etched into
the wall there, I found I had to encourage this
perceptive comrade to see past the family
resemblance to fascist nationalism, especially
in the quasi-mystical personification of Ireland.
I persuaded him, I think, but textual analysis
alone would scarcely have accomplished the
task.
The real history of women’s and workers’
place in the fight, from 1913 onward to and
beyond 1916, tells the story far more clearly.
The post-Rising story is not simply one of execu-
tions and martyrdom sparking further rebellion,
but of a population increasingly engaged in
political struggle for its material well-being.
That real history, and popular memory of it,
have probably helped keep the worst sort of
blood-and-soil commemoration at bay. Some
liberals may claim the rebels were fascists, but
the Blueshirts, lacking the courage of their
founding fathers’ convictions, can’t generally
bring themselves to shout it from the
rooftops.
It’s true that the conspicuous, indeed exclu-
sive, militarism of the Easter Sunday parade
went a little way in that direction, as did some
elements of the RTÉ Centenary gala whatsit at
the Bord Gáis theatre on Easter Monday.
That show started with an absurd tableau of
the nation awakening in the forest primeval, fol-
lowed by some muscular warrior-dancing by Cú
Chulainn, whose portrayal by a black dancer
somehow deepened rather than tempered the
sense of national mythologising. Then, a little
while later, there was the smarmy, sure-to-be-
viral video in which, armed by a confident wee
colleen, an ancient standing stone shoots rays
of pure Irishness all around the earth to shiny
places where shiny people are somehow pos-
sessed to recite the Proclamation. (Yes, that’s
the New York Stock Exchange emblemising the
Republic’s resolve to pursue the people’s hap-
piness and prosperity.)
Within the hour, however, the programme
had retreated to the comforting confusion of
chaotic montage, and Imelda May’s showstop-
ping version of Kermit the Frog’s ‘Bein’ Green’
returned us all safely to the realm of mild self-
mockery, where Irish mainstream discourse is
consensually in yer granny’s, and where we
don’t talk about the North.
The truth is, in 1916 yer granny and mine
probably wouldn’t have been able to come to
any consensus about the Rising. Its leaders and
fighters were radicals, dividers, at the cutting
edge of thought and action about, variously,
culture, class, nation and sex. And not least,
and most relevantly today, about imperial war.
It is surely no coincidence that the people today
most likely to highlight the red ink in the yellow-
ing balance-sheet of ‘physical-force
republicanism’ are also least likely to note the
fresh, daily, continuing slaughter wrought by
physical-force imperialism. In fact, they are
most likely to be imperialism’s celebrants, just
waiting to welcome the tough new President
Clinton to town in 2017 or ‘18.
Whether Constance Markiewicz would have
happily stood by Hillary’s side at Shannon Air-
port is a silly question, though it doesn’t take
any great imagination to hear Clinton, or Miriam
O’Callaghan, or Sean O’Rourke, invoking the
twinned image of these trailblazing women in
the not-too-distant future. We should try to
resist the time-travelling impulse – sorry
Marian, no more ‘what would James Connolly
think of our little Republic now?’
If we want to assess whether we are cherish-
ing the children equally yet, it should be
because they are worth cherishing, not as the
end-point of an argument about what was
meant by a document printed in Liberty Hall,
where Markievicz and her pistols guarded the
printing press, just an eventful century ago.
Let’s not take ‘let history be the judge’ too lit-
erally. Let’s make some history of our own.
In mainstream media
the theory that there
was a successful
counter-revolution – is
almost unthinkable
The media establishment have not established 1916's relevance