None of the leaders of 1916 have touched the Irish as much as has Casement. He dreamed of the destiny of Ireland. And he was hung for his dreams. When his body, or the remains and traces of his body, came home to a free Ireland, a sovereign Ireland, then the Irish for whom he... Continue Reading →
The Union Ballot – a poem
The Union Ballot – a poem Prior to the election of Margaret Thatcher Unions were generally free to conduct strike ballots according to their own internal rules and practice. A show of hands, a branch meeting, a national ballot, sometimes secret, sometimes not. It was open to a lot of abuse and meant that a... Continue Reading →