The words of Seamus Culleton, a man from County Kilkenny held for five months in an American detention centre, should ring like a funeral bell across the Atlantic. Culleton has described his experience in the El Paso facility as being held in a modern-day concentration camp. He speaks of seventy-two people crammed into a single […]
I thought that wars were fought in black and white. That soldiers, sailors, airmen soared into victorious flight or landed on beaches handsome, intact and survived to marry a virgin sweetheart Who knew how many lived and died waist high in blood, shit and mud, snatched moments of battle-weary sleep beside friends, sometimes just […]
The drums of xenophobia beat ever louder, a monotonous, hollow rhythm designed to stir up the basest fears of the British public. The demagogues, with their stale rhetoric of “taking back control” and “stopping the boats,” paint a picture of a nation under siege, a land being overrun by a faceless, foreign horde. They speak […]
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