The problem with unionists leaving Ireland

Continuing the complete absence of theme on this blog, I turn to politics.

At the weekend, DUP leader Arlene Foster repeated her belief that she would leave Ireland if it was united, saying she just wouldn’t feel comfortable.

As someone with Ulster-Scots heritage, it’s hard not to be fascinated by this. Where does it come from? Does Mrs Foster believe that this is the only answer a true unionist could give? Is it something to do with her personality or personal experience, or because she’s from the border?

But none of that really matters. What matters is that unionism is done for if this is the outlook of the people in charge.

The ‘leave the island’ view means that holder of it thinks that:

  1. They have more in common with people in Britain than the people over the road or down the lane. (This is hard to believe and arguably offensive to almost half of Northern Ireland.)
  2. They will forever be best served by politics at Westminster rather than laws or policies that might be designed in the land they are standing on. (This is surprising given the British government’s epic under-bus-throwing over Brexit, and the obvious disinterest of many English and Scottish people in the UK.)
  3. They can’t find enough of value in their homeland of at least 400 years that would keep them here if the political situation changes. (This is astounding.)

Now, consider the political implications of all this.

Number 1 suggests unionists really don’t belong, and haven’t embraced the equality and reconciliation at the heart of the Agreement.

Number 2 further worries nationalists, because escaping a toxic unionist-Tory alliance is partly why they want Irish unity, and always have.

Number 3 plays into the old republican tenet that unionists have an artificial identity propped up by London. It also differentiates unionists from Northern nationalists who have been rooted enough to put up with unloved (British) sovereignty. Apparently, unionists are more fickle.

In sum, the ‘leave the island’ view announces that unionists aren’t interested in building an inclusive Northern Ireland i.e. the only kind that will survive.

On Claire Byrne Live last week, Naomi Long said that whatever happens to sovereignty, she will still be from East Belfast, and will still love it. That’s a statement worth long and deep reflection. Under whatever form of Irish unity, will Protestants abandon their homes, churches, townlands, Orange Halls, cafes, bars, golf clubs, and football stands? I doubt it. They’ll stay because this is where they are from. They are not from anywhere else.

Unionists don’t need to help shape a united Ireland, yet anyway; they are unionists. (For what it’s worth, I think the unity debate has been overhyped.) But unionists at every level do need the kind of local rootedness and affection, and interconnectedness with others, that’s required to make this or any society work. They need to love Northern Ireland because it is northern Ireland, not because it is British. Otherwise, the future will always be a source of fear.


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Titanic photos

Belfast’s Titanic Quarter is twenty years old. My first experience of it was probably a night at the new Odyssey cinema, back in 2001. The cinema was off an ultra-modern, airy pavilion which you could admire from the comfort of café seats around a coffee cart on the bottom level. After spending most of my life in Irish provincial towns, the place was thrilling, especially that coffee cart. It disappeared soon after.  

The Titanic Quarter has never fulfilled its potential. Like hoverboards and two-day weeks, we’re still waiting for the cosmopolitan, outdoor Belfast we were promised. Perhaps it’s growing on the horizon, like a Stena Line ferry.

But I’m still a fan, and a regular, always happy to emerge from the claustrophobic red brick of the East and come into the Titanic Quarter’s clean grey spaces, see the river and the lough and the sea all in one stretch, and the panorama north over the city and the hills. It’s got big ships too.

Here are some photos I’ve taken over the years.

Sure isn’t Belfast lovely? At the Maritime Festival, May 2013

Unidentified yellow craft, May 2013

The Nomadic, which took people to the Titanic.

Some amazing things appear in the Titanic Quarter, and then vanish. December 2013

I made it down early to watch the start of the Giro d’Italia cycle race in May 2014, but got the time wrong. Hence, no bikes.

Titanic Belfast of course. January 2019

May 2020 – my furthest trip since the start of lockdown, on the bike with the boy. The cranes face west so they often have a wonderful gleam in the afternoon.

HMS Caroline, a floating museum and the last surviving ship from the Battle of Jutland in 1916. It’s even got a dedicated themed playpark, just over there, on the right…

…here. Wait for the views from that climbing frame…

You might even see a ship passing, and wave wildly, and see someone wave back!

One of those Game of Thrones stained glass windows that are dotted about, at the end of the Titanic slipway, in October sun.

It’s a whole new world at night. Start at the Big Fish and walk the ‘Maritime Mile’ to HMS Caroline. Fabulous. December 2020

January 2021. Where else can you go for a stroll and run across a spectacle this?

That’s the moon, bottom left! 7.30am, a few days after Christmas 2020.