An Irish Republican militant and martyr, Bobby Sands grew up Catholic in the north of Ireland in the 1960s, and 70s, experiencing harassment and persecution for his faith as the Troubles unfolded. After being held at gunpoint by an Ulster Loyalist mob, Sands became convinced that militancy was the only solution, and joined the IRA. Arrested in 1976 for a bombing, Sands was sent to the Maze Prison, where he became a leader of the IRA prisoners of war, helping to organize and lead the 1981 hunger strike of the IRA members. Sands would be elected to Parliament during the strike, which contributed to the increasing radicalization of the Irish Republican movement, and would die before it finished.
#OTD in 1954 – Birth of Bobby Sands in Abbots Cross, Newtownabbey, Co Antrim.
Bobby Sands was the leader of the 1981 hunger strike in which Irish republican prisoners protested against the removal of Special Category Status. During his strike he was elected to the British Parliament as an Anti H-Block candidate. His death and those of nine other hunger strikers, in their efforts to achieve political prisoner status from the government of an intransigent Margaret Thatcher,…
One of the best recordings of a legendary song, "Joe McDonnell" in which the hunger striker narrates his life and death (and those of Bobby Sands, Patsy O'Hara, and others) at the hands of the British occupation.
Particularly the line "And you dare to call me a terrorist, while you look down your gun, when I think of all the things that you have done!"
Summary of relevant history.
This song is sung in solidarity with Palestine. The Band, the Wolfe Tones (themselves proponents of a united Ireland and free Palestine) is pushing for Ireland to boycott Eurovision, though the lead singer, Brian Warfield (77) offered the band to play for Ireland if Israel is banned from the competition.
Ireland has a vast history of celebrating martyrs and (of course) resisting colonialism.
"Our revenge will be the laughter of our children" - Bobby Sands
Full lyrics under the cut:
Oh, me name is Joe McDonnell, from Belfast town I came
That city I will never see again
For in the town of Belfast, I spent many happy days
I love that town in oh-so many ways
For it's there I spent my childhood and found for me a wife
I then set out to make for her a life
But all my young ambitions met with bitterness and hate
I soon found myself inside a prison gate
And you dared to call me a terrorist while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations, divided many lands
You had terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron hand
And you brought this reign of terror to my land
Through those many months internment in the Maidstone and the Maze
I thought about my land throughout those days
Why my country was divided, why I was now in jail
Imprisoned without crime or without trial
And though I love my country, I am not a bitter man
I've seen cruelty and injustice at first hand
So then one fateful morning, I shook bold freedom's hand
For right or wrong, I'd try to free my land
And you dared to call me a terrorist while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations, divided many lands
You had terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron hand
And you brought this reign of terror to my land
Then one cold October's morning trapped in a lion's den
And I found myself in prison once again
I was committed to the H-blocks for fourteen years or more
On the blanket, the conditions, they were poor
Then a hunger strike we did commence, for the dignity of man
But it seemed to me that no one gave a damn
But now I am a saddened man, I've watched my comrades die
If only people cared or wondered why
And you dared to call me a terrorist while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations, divided many lands
You had terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron hand
And you brought this reign of terror to my land
[The crowd stands for the reading of the martyrs' names]
May God shine on you, Bobby Sands, for the courage you have shown
May your glory and your fame be widely known
And Francis Hughes and Ray McCreesh, who died unselfishly
And Patsy O'Hara, and the next in line is me
And those who lie behind me, may your courage be the same
And I pray to God my life is not in vain
Ah, but sad and bitter was the year of 1981
For everything I've lost, and nothing's won
«Cover Photograph taken on the outskirts of Coalisland, Co. Tyrone, 17 February 1980. It shows one of the earliest marches organized by the National H-Block/Armagh Committee and features many of the anti-criminalization campaign's key activists. Soon after this march, John Turnley (second row, second left) and Miriam Daly (first row, first left) were assassinated. In January 1981 Bernadette McAliskey (first row, second right) survived an assassination attempt. Two months later, Frank Maguire MP (second row, first right) died, leading to the election of Bobby Sands. In May 1981, Fergus O'Hara (first row, third right) was elected to Belfast City Council on an anti-H Block ticket. Photograph reproduced by permission of Derek Speirs.»
– From the back cover of Smashing H-Block. The Rise and Fall of the Popular Campaign against Criminalization, 1976-1982, by F. Stuart Ross, Liverpool University Press, Liverpool, 2011