The Shame of Ireland

The Shame of Ireland

I will not forget and I will not forgive

Today is the 30th. anniversary of my own mother's death - she is buried in a graveyard in Moneenroe in Castlecomer. Her headstone states that Mary O'Connor (aged 48) lies here. She is also buried in another plot in the same graveyard according to my uncle - her brother!

I have very few memories of her, and the last time I was with her was 1955 when she left Ireland and went to England and re-married and had at least 10 more children. On some occasions she returned to Moneenroe to her mother and brother but these visits were furtive as she was subject to arrest for bigamy, and breaking a solemn pledge. For, you see, my mother was once in a Magdalen Asylum and a Mother & Baby home. In this Magdalen Asylum she gave birth to my older brother (Bunty) and, it's been told to me, to get out of the Magdalen Asylum she had to pledge to marry my father, also a sum of money had to be paid. My father was NOT the father of Bunty, and my father was much older than my mother - also both of them were close blood relatives and special permission had be applied for in order for the marriage to go ahead. Her mother, my Granny, also paid £100 to the nuns in the Magdalen Asylum to further secure her release.

So my mother was released into a forced marriage, to a man years older than her and a very close relative to boot and £100 was paid to for the privilege. My mother produced 3 more children (my older sister, myself and my younger brother) in a very short time. But such an "arrangement" was bound to fail and my mother did leave us and went to England where she had some kind of a life. Of course the 3 children of the marriage were all incarcerated into various detention centres, but Bunty who was born in the Magdalen Asylum was not touched as my Granny prevented it and he continued to live with his Granny.

During my time in those places the only information I received from the nuns about my mother was that she was dead - basically that I was an orphan - and that my mother was a tramp and no good to anyone. That she was a wicked woman who was burning in the fires of hell where she would remain for eternity. Yes that's what Irish nuns used to tell children about their mothers.

Although my mother was buried in August 1980 she died a long long time before that - for you see I BELIEVED the nuns - she was dead to me when I was in those places. The tragedy, to me, is that this denigration of my mother by the nuns prevented me from ever seeking her or her family out. They made me feel ashamed of my mother and this shame has haunted me. And when people talk about forgiveness and moving on they are really asking us, asking me, to forget.

I will not forget my mother and I will not forgive those nuns.

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Comment by Rob Northall on October 17, 2010 at 13:32
MY Wife was not allowed to go to her Grand Mothers Funeral, but was informed she was "Dead!" then back to work!
Comment by jack colleton on July 15, 2011 at 1:31
were we infact not all prisoners?

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