Here it is. Well part of it. The part that concerns us. Names...... ''THEY OFTEN TOUCH UPON THE CORE OF IDENTIES AND POWER'' Says it all. “Beijing” is the Mandarin pronunciation of the same city, which we have now been ordered to use by the Chinese politburo. Sorry: will not do, not least because English routinely pronounces foreign place-names differently from the natives. We do not, as the French do, tend to rhyme Paris with Harry: but we rhyme Torino with urine, Copenhavn with Hope in Reagan, Munchen with You Nick, and the Chinese capital with sea-king, not raging. Actually, names tell us a lot.
They often touch upon the core of identities and power. The Derry/Londonderry division is both real and confusing, not least because loyalists who will call the city Londonderry will also refer to Derry’s Walls, or City of Derry Rugby Club. I don’t pretend to understand the nuances involved here, because I simply don’t understand the sensibilities. And whatever way the unionists of the Foyle might feel about their city’s name, they cannot be unaware (as even I am aware) that the squad bearing the union jack in Peking is called Team GB: not Team UK, or Team GB & NI. No: Team GB.
Astraw in the wind. Unintended, as straws in the wind usually are, but a reminder nonetheless that the people in Britain (and even that term might itself soon become obsolete) have reverted to pre-Troubles default mode. Ireland (or any part thereof ) is something they know nothing of, and care less about. Now that their various intelligence agencies have finished playing ducks and drakes with democracy in Northern Ireland, and foisted two sets of tribal bigots into power, they can once again pretend that those six north-eastern Irish counties are no longer their business, as they did for 50 ruinous years after 1922.
Another straw in the wind draws near this autumn, though this time, being intended, it is more of a haystack in a hurricane: the probable ending of the Common Travel Area between the islands of Ireland and of Britain, including Northern Ireland. Travellers from the North to Britain will need special documents to gain admission. This is undoing the Good Friday Agreement, Sunningdale, the 1948 Ireland Act, the 1922 Treaty, the 1920 Government of Ireland Act, 1801 Act of Union, the creation of the crown of Ireland in 1541 for Henry VIII, and Poynings’ Laws: moreover, it is the first paninsular annulment of English authority over any part of Ireland whatever since the submission of the Irish kings before Henry II on November 11, 1171.
There is more to this than airborne hay: tectonic plates are moving. Britain looks as if it is breaking up anyway, but even if it’s not, it is clear that there is no genuine British regard for the Ulster unionists. If in the creation of a team for one great international sporting global contest, the British do not even remember that Northern Ireland shares their kingdom, then clearly there is not a surfeit of natural affection there. So: does it not make sense for the people of the North to throw in their lot with that of the rest of the island of Ireland? Unionists might argue – as indeed I do – that in their tolerance of the IRA in their midst for decades, the people of the Republic showed scant love for the Protestants of Fermanagh and Tyrone. But what kind of love were the Protestants shown by a Westminster that ran the agents who were themselves running the IRA, and which designed the deal to grant power to the political party representing the architects of Enniskillen, and the authors of La Mon?
As well as being perverse and revolting, there is something inherently unstable and temporary about such a contract. Is it not better to look strategically beyond the miserable drumlins of Ulster’s borders, and seek new friends in the other provinces, ones who are unsplattered with the corpuscles of one’s kin?
For either way, the clock ticks, and the royal hem, brought ashore at Crook, near Waterford, in 1171, is being slowly withdrawn. It is time for the Ulster unionists to come to terms with their nearest neighbours. What could those terms be? More tomorrow.
kmyers@independent.ie