Gillian Martin MSP published an article on her personal blog eleven years ago that has returned, as these things often do, to bite her on the bum. She described transgender students – people over whom she was in a position of power – in the most disgusting way imaginable. She reduced some of the most personal and treasured truths of their beings to worthlessness and shame. Since then she has deleted this horrible post and two years ago she made a full and unreserved apology for what she had written.
Our 2015 stroke of luck was reversed and the political map has normalised. That is all. Yet the effect of the apparent electoral shift – which is just an illusion – has caused us to wobble, and it looks, if the navel-gazing on social media is anything to go by, as though our wee independence locomotive has stalled.
On the day before Christmas Eve a young woman died in London. She was a Dublin girl over visiting her grandmother for the holidays. I didn’t know her, but I knew her to see, and I know many people who did know her well. She worked in the Job Centre Offices in Ballymun above the … Continue reading On a Journey