Rear View: Rising fervour in Trinity College
Published 06/12/2015 | 02:30
Some tweedy, donnish types in the environs of Trinity College may have to turn their faces away in disgust next March. Minister Heather Humphreys this week launched a programme of events at Trinity to commemorate the centenary of the Easter Rising.
Until now, the college has not been renowned for its militant republicanism and had a reputation as a bastion of the Ascendancy. Next year's events will include a reading of the Proclamation on the Dining Hall steps, and students will debate a motion: "This House believes The Rising should be celebrated".
At this point, many graduates of the college founded by Queen Elizabeth I will be spinning in their well-appointed graves.
It's all a far cry from Easter Week 1916, when students gathered on the rooftops of the college with rifles and took pot-shots at the passing rebels. Some were rewarded for their valour with an engraved trophy - the "1916 Defence of Trinity College Presentation Cup". This was given to those who took part in the "suppression of the Sinn Féin outbreak".
My word, how times have changed.
It's Michelle Martin
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As Morrissey once sang himself, "heaven knows I'm miserable now".