This
is an anniversary, of sorts, for me. I have now lived in Ireland for ten years.
They were ten good years. During that time, I made some friends and worked with
colleagues, who later became friends, and befriended some students, who later
befriended me. During this time, I made one good decision, and one bad
mis-judgment—and the two were related.
One
Good Decision
Before
moving to Ireland and taking up my post as a law lecturer, I consciously
decided that I would make my best effort not to be judgmental regarding
differences between home and abroad, between the U.S. and Ireland. It is
particularly easy to fall into that intellectual trap, not just because there
is a little bit of an ugly American or overweening patriot in most of us, but
because there is a large influential, domestic (that is, Irish) crowd in
Ireland that exults in complaining about most aspects of Irish (and Western) life,
and their having a foreigner adding to the roster of domestic complaints
positively confirms their worldview.
There
are other reasons making it overly easy to complain about Irish life.
Ireland
is a small country—a population of just under 5 million (excluding Northern
Ireland). There are problems with life in a small country that are not the
making of its individual inhabitants—they are problems which inhere in the
country’s size. The most important hardship associated with small-country life
is that some (not all) prices are seriously out-of-whack because the entity
lacks economies of scale. In a small country, sharing and pooling resources and
risk can be difficult and, therefore, costly—for example, the availability and prices
for cutting edge medical services and insurance are frequent sources of
complaint here. This is the reason Ireland’s initial decision to join the
European Economic Community (now the European Union) made so much sense. By
moving into a continent-wide no-tariff zone, Ireland escaped many of the
economic shackles inherent in small-country life.
Another
aspect of small country life is that if you have a profession or specialty, you
will have a fairly small number of colleagues. Your reputation will stick. If
you make any sort of notable mistake, there are few opportunities for second
acts. If you want a second act, you may have to choose another profession—or immigrate.
Larger
countries are likely to have, and are commonly believed to have, deeper wells of
expertise. Irish appellate judges are slow to overturn their own precedents unless
the new proposed path forward has first been adopted by foreign courts. Irish
regulators are much the same. It works much the same way in reverse too. A
great many Irish find validation only when the Irish position is adopted in EU
or international fora, or where an Irish athlete takes a medal at the Olympics
or some other international competition. There are a surprising number of
people (including young people) in this country who don’t believe what happens
here matters—unless what is done here follows what the wider international
community has done or unless what is done here is adopted abroad. More than a
few of those born here to ethnically Irish parents will say, proudly, that they do
not think of themselves as Irish, but as European.
All
this can take a psychological toll on the inhabitants of a small country. They
constantly look abroad for validation, and only sometimes find it. It lowers
the esteem they have for their own country and countrymen. That effect is
doubled when the small country is right alongside a large country. The bigger
country will tend to set the standard, and its culture is more likely to
dominate conversation and news. It is easy to see the larger country’s
virtues—e.g., its museums, stadiums, and universities are bigger and brighter—and
so, by contrast, one’s own chief cultural institutions seem almost shabby by
contrast. This pattern will appear again and again, and sometimes in the most
unexpected ways. In my own small Dublin Jewish community, we use American printed
prayer books—the prayer for the state speaks to the President and Vice
President of the United States. A generation ago, the Irish Jewish community
used prayer books printed in the United Kingdom—with a prayer for the British royal
family. Of course, in Ireland, these prayers were modified by custom, locally-made
inserts, and stickers covering the original printed text. There is nothing
terrible about this. But if everything you have was made abroad, or made
with others in mind, and you have to modify it to make it right, it takes a
toll. I expect that some Canadians feel this way about the United States. But
for the Irish the effect of being alongside a large country is not merely
doubled, it is quadrupled, because their neighbour is not just a large country
speaking the same language, but (according to the received Irish historical
narrative) the former colonial power.
So
it is easy to fall into the anti-Irish trap. And doing so will have personal
consequences. In 2011, I started at my university with a small cohort of
foreign academics. Each one of them is now gone. One reason they are gone is
every time they saw some defect in Irish life, it became a gripe when compared
to life back home. But it never worked that way in reverse. Whenever they
received some benefit here that was different or better than what was the
standard back home, that was just pocketed as the natural order of things, and
there was little or no effort to balance the gripes against the benefits.
One
Bad Misjudgment
When
traveling in the Irish countryside, I came across a lonely plinth. It was a
memorial to a long dead Irish soldier—one of Wellington’s officers, who served during
the Napoleonic Wars in the United Kingdom’s armed forces. The plinth’s
inscription was eroded; its base was not maintained. The path to it was in disorder.
There was no modern historic marker directing road traffic to the location. This
was a bit of rejected history. The received view here is that this isn’t proper
Irish history; rather, it is British history, whose artifacts remain in
independent Ireland. Yes, this soldier was ethnically Irish, but he was a soldier
for a foreign power, and not just a foreign power, but for the occupying
colonial power.
It
struck me that this approach was wrong. All wrong. The way I saw it was … the
plinth is part of Irish history, and it is a memorial to an accomplished Irish
person. Moreover, excising one’s history has real costs. It can often leave one
with no history at all, or, what can be worse, it can leave one with a history that
is all a story of woe and oppression. If that is a nation’s whole history, its children
will seek to escape their identity. Maybe it is no wonder that so many young
Irish identify as European?
I
might add that this particular monument is not the only bit of abandoned and contested
Irish history. There are graves in Ireland where rest Irish soldiers who had served
in Britain’s armed forces during World War I—before, during, and after the time
of the 1916 Irish Rising. How to memorialize and remember such men is a
continuing source of friction here. It is a problem of history and identity. In
a certain sense, one might argue that the circumstances of the Irish WWI veterans
and war dead is more clear cut—in this case, there was a hard conflict between
the political worldview of Irish revolutionaries and those continuing to identify
with the United Kingdom. Whether one agrees or not, one can understand why today’s
Irish nation and society might not want to memorialize such men. But if the circumstances
of the Irish WWI veterans is more clear, then the lonely plinth and remembering
Wellington’s Irish officers becomes less clear. The Napoleonic Wars were a long
time ago. The hard, long bloody conflict, which would lead to Irish
independence, remained in the distant future. Surely, I thought, the generous
approach should be to maintain the monument, and to do so as bona fide Irish
history.
Anyway,
those were my thoughts at the time. But I have come to reconsider my position. This
is why. I asked the question: How did early post-independence Americans
memorialize and remember the military service of loyal Americans who had served
in the British armed forces in the French and Indian War (a/k/a Seven Years’
War a/k/a War of the Conquest)? The obvious place to look was Major General
Henry Lee’s 1799 funeral oration for President George Washington, who had reached
the rank of colonel in the provincial/colonial Virginia militia during the French
and Indian War. All Lee does—all he can do—is to point to Washington’s valour.
Will you go with
me to the Banks of the Monongahela [in 1755], to see your youthful WASHINGTON
supporting, in the dismal hour of Indian victory, the ill-fated Braddock, and
saving, by his judgment and by his valor, the remains of a defeated army,
pressed by the conquering savage foe?
Washington’s
martial skill can be recorded, but not his loyalty—which was then in service to
what became a foreign nation—and not just a foreign nation—but the enemy from
which national independence was won. It may be that our American forefathers
believed (and, perhaps, rightly) that such loyalties cannot be divided. And if
Washington was correct to direct his loyalties to the crown in 1755, then that renders
suspect his and our break with the Britain in 1776. The human heart may not be
big enough to accommodate two such loyalties, at least where political disunion
is accomplished through violence.
Moving
forward in our history, one might ask who (if anyone) maintains the graves of
Mexican soldiers, buried in the United States, who fell in the War of Texas
Independence and the Mexican-American War? I don’t doubt that a generous people—even
if they had been enemies—would have given them a proper burial. But I wonder,
in the aftermath of those two wars, were those graves maintained at public
expense by the sons and daughters, sometimes the orphans, of the Texan and
American people who had opposed the Mexican war dead?
And
then, there were WWII Axis soldiers interned on American territory, who died as
POWs. Not all their bodies were repatriated to their homelands at the end of
WWII. Are those graves maintained at public expense? I have never seen any roadside
markers—This way to the Axis Soldiers’ graves.
In
recent times, we have seen crazed violence across the United States destroying
graves, plinths, and other memorials. Some of these memorials should have never
been built. None of them should have been taken down by vigilante violence,
absent democratic authority from today’s municipal authorities (in regard to
public monuments). No one should be taxed to support monuments to traitors and the
nation’s enemies.
There
is a solution to dealing with such monuments. Let them erode. Let the land
around them grow unkempt. Then time will displace them, and they will be forgotten.
Ten years in Ireland, and this is what I learned here. I suspect it is what
Major General Henry Lee knew all along.
Seth
Seth Barrett Tillman, What I Learned About the United States After Ten Years in Ireland, New Reform Club (Aug. 17, 2021, 6:23 AM), <https://reformclub.blogspot.com/2021/08/what-i-learned-about-united-states.html>;
