What's the Matter with Ireland?
By Ruth Russell
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Ruth Russell
Ruth was born and raised in the small town of Rangiora, New Zealand, by her parents, John and Dorothy. She has four older sisters and one younger brother. She is married to Craig, has two adult children, Brad and Danielle, both of whom are married and have blessed her with a total of five grandchildren. Her occupations have included enrolled nursing, church admin and school finance work. Her hobbies are studying the Bible, writing and art. Ruth’s life has been a journey of ups and downs, but Christ has always been her anchor enabling her to weather all its storms.
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What's the Matter with Ireland? - Ruth Russell
Ruth Russell
What's the Matter with Ireland?
EAN 8596547371359
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Table of Contents
FOREWORD
I
ILL.
SCHOOL CLOSED
II
CAUSE AND REMEDY OF SOCIAL CONDITIONS.
THE MAILED FIST
III
THE WORKERS' REPUBLIC
THE REPUBLIC FIRST
IV
PADDY GALLAGHER: GIANT KILLER.
V
THE BISHOP ON COMMUNISM
VI
THE SINN FEIN BABY IN BELFAST
FOREWORD
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And tell us what is the matter with Ireland.
This was the last injunction a fellow journalist, propagandized into testy impatience with Ireland, gave me before I sailed for that bit of Europe which lies closest to America.
It became perfectly obvious that Ireland was poor; poor to ignorance, poor to starvation, poor to insanity and death. And that the cause of her poverty is her exploitation by the world capitalist next door to her.
In Ireland there is no disagreement as to the cause of her poverty. There is very little difference as to the best remedy—three-fourths of Ireland have expressed their belief that the country can live only as a republic. Even the two great forces in Ireland that are said to be for the status quo, I found in active sympathy with the republican cause. In the Catholic Church the young priests are eager workers for Sinn Fein, and in Ulster the laborers are backing their leaders in a plea for self-determination. But there are, of course, those who say that a republic is not enough. In the cities where poverty is blackest, there are those who state that the new republic must be a workers' republic. In the villages and country places where the co-operative movement is growing strong, there are those who believe that the new republic must be a co-operative commonwealth.
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WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH IRELAND?
OUT OF A JOB
Is Ireland poor? I decided to base my answer to that question on personal investigation. I dressed myself as a working girl—it is to the working class that seven-eighths of the Irish people belong—and in a week in the slums of Dublin I found that lack of employment is continually driving the people to migration, low-wage slavery, or acceptance of charity.
At the woman's employment bureau of the ministry of munitions, I discovered that 50,000 Irish boys and girls are annually sent to the English harvests, and that during the war there were 80,000 placements in the English munition factories.
But I don't want to leave home,
I heard a little ex-fusemaker say as we stood in queues at the chicken-wire hatch in the big bare room turned over by the ministry of munitions for the replacement of women who had worked on army supplies. Her voice trembled with the uncertainty of one who knew she could not dictate.
Then you've got to be a servant,
said the direct young woman at the hatch. There's nothing left in Ireland but domestic jobs.
Isn't—you told me there might be something in Belfast?
Linen mills are on part time now—no chance. There's only one place for good jobs now—that's across the channel.
The little girl bit her lip. She shook her head and went out the rear exit provided for ex-war workers. Together we splashed into the broken-bricked alley that was sloppy with melting spring sleet.
Maybe she doesn't know everything,
said the little girl, fingering a religious medal that shone beneath her brown muffler. Maybe some one's dropped out. Let's say a prayer.
Through the cutting sleet we bent our way to Dublin's largest factory—a plant where 1,000 girls are employed at what are the best woman's wages in Dublin, $4.50 to $10 a week.
You gotta be pretty brassy to ask for work here,
said the little girl. Everybody wants to work here. But you can't get anything unless you're b-brassy, can you?
We entered a big-windowed, red-bricked factory, and in response to our timid application, a black-clad woman shook her head wearily. Down a puddly, straw-strewn lane we were blown to one of the factories next in size—a fifty to 100 hand factory is considered big in Dublin. The sign on the door was scrawled:
No Hands Wanted.
But in the courage of companionship we mounted the black, narrow-treaded wooden stairs to a box-littered room where white-aproned girls were nailing candy containers together. While we waited for the manager to come out, we stood with bowed heads so that the sleet could pool off our hats, and through a big crack in the plank floor we could see hard red candies swirling below. Suddenly we heard a voice and looked up to see the ticking-aproned manager spluttering:
Well, can't you read?
Up in a loft-like, saw-dusty room where girls were stuffing dolls and daubing red paint on china cheeks, an excited manager declared he was losing his own job. The new woman's trade union league wanted him to pay more than one dollar a week to his girls. He would show the union his books. Wasn't it better to have some job than none at all?
Down the wet street, now glinting blindingly in the late sun, we walked into a grubby little tea shop for a sixpenny pot of tea between us. Out of my pocket I pulled a wage list of well-paying, imagination-stirring jobs in England. There were all sorts of jobs from toy-making at $8.25 a week to glass-blowing at $20. On the face of the little girl as she told me that she would meet me at the ministry of munitions the next morning there was a look of worried indecision.
That night along Gloucester street, past the Georgian mansion houses built before the union of Ireland and England—great, flat-faced, uprising structures behind whose verdigrised knockers and shattered door fans comes the murmur of tenements—I walked till I came to a much polished brass plate lettered St. Anthony's Working Girls' Home.
Why don't you go to England?
was the first question the matron put to me when I told her that I could get no factory work. All the girls are going.
In the stone-flagged cellar the girls were cooking their individual dinners at a stove deep set in the stone wall. A big, curly-haired girl was holding bread on a fork above the red coals.
Last time I got lonesome,
she was admitting.