Walk Softly But Carry An Bata Mor
by John W. Hurley
For many years now, I've tried to understand fighting, violence, and the various interpretations of what is called "Irishness". I have also tried to understand the connections, if any, between the two - that is, fighting and Irishness. Forever joined at the hip by the catchphrase the "fighting Irish", I knew even from childhood that there was a connection, must BE a connection, even if only a stereotyped one. I mean why else would my brothers and I fight all the time? But then if we were fighting because we were Irish, were we fighting *because* we were Irish or because, ingrained with the stereotype, we *thought* that because we were Irish, we *should* be fighting? Or to try to put it more succinctly, were we fighting *because* we were Irish or Irish *because* we were fighting? Quite a conundrum for an eight year old, and one I would continue to visit after watching "The Quiet Man" (on WPIX on St. Patrick's Day), "To Hell And Back" or any number of other movies depicting fighting Irishmen. And after all these years I think I've finally begun to understand this Keltic Koan.
Only the weak-minded, warped and the ignorant let their lives be guided by stereotypes and lash out in anger because they think that this is how they are supposed to react as Irishmen - I'm Irish ergo I must fight. But the true Irishman isn't like that at all. He will fight, often against all odds and all hopes of winning, because he feels he must take a stand for what is right. He'll wait and give the offending party a chance to redeem themselves, but if they don't mend their ways, well...take an example from the Irish War For Independence. Commandant Tom Barry and his column captured some particularly evil Black and Tans. He warned them that they would be treated like soldiers for now and that they would be released (as the IRA had no POW camps!) but if they continued to attack and terrorize innocent civilians they would be dealt with harshly next time. But when they don't mend their ways, well...let's just say that when Barry ambushed them again at Kilmichael, there were no survivors.
John W. Hurley is a graphic artist, writer, video producer and researcher, whose father emigrated to the United States from County Kerry, Ireland. Raised in an Irish-American household with a rich military heritage, he began exploring Ireland’s warrior traditions at an early age, and has studied both Irish and Asian fighting styles. Visit John W. Hurley's website. Contact John W. Hurley by email.















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