Silent treatment will kill what is left of Fianna Fail
Micheal Martin has a limited time to prove himself capable of saving the party, writes Celia Larkin
I JOINED Fianna Fail in 1976. Much has been written about my coming from a Fianna Fail family but the reality is, I didn't know how my parents voted until after I joined the party.
For some unknown reason, I'd always been interested in politics and looking around at each party, I decided to join Fianna Fail. I believed in a united Ireland. My mother had republican tendencies. My father was involved in the equivalent of the trade union in the civil service so at mealtimes we had lengthy discussions on the plight of our fellow citizens in Northern Ireland and workers in general. I believed strongly that ordinary people should have an input into a political party. Fianna Fail fitted the bill on all these issues and so I joined, first the local cumann, then Ogra, the party's youth section.
I became immersed in party activity and just loved it. The first election I canvassed in was in 1977. The buzz. Excitement. Sense of expectation.