I am a child of the troubles

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17. You expressed this so beautifully - poetically, even.

“A child of the troubles” - really helps bring it home. Beautifully written. Points out the sheer human poignancy of the issue.

Ancestry.com tells me I have Irish heritage too, even though I’m an adoptee. So I get this, even though several degrees removed.

Dammit - WHY do we need walls and hard borders and the hard feelings? I can get pretty Pollyanna-ish about this (WHY? WTH??? Riffing off Rodney King: “can’t we just get along?”). But seriously, why can’t we?

The walls ‘n’ borders issue certainly is making a mess in America right now. It makes me so sad. I can only guess how this must hurt you deep down within your heart. I’m so sorry. It makes me hurt for the people in ALL of Ireland. Yearning for peace and tranquility in their beautiful, storied homeland and now looking ahead to a very realistic probability of a return to more woe, more disruption, division, destruction, and bloodshed. (Especially when that woeful past is so well-documented and well within memory.) I imagine many there might be thinking what many women here do every day in America about Roe v Wade: “I thought we had this SETTLED!”

I wish we could all just get along. We’re told to share our toys in pre-school. And look how far that carries, ‘eh? When can humans really, actually, seriously, start to grow up?

I’m so sorry. I, too, thought “we had this settled.”