Ultimate love is reserved for the revolution itself
Sexual violence and terrorism have always been inextricably linked, writes Eilis O'Hanlon
MY mother, who died last autumn, was a lifelong republican and a sister of veteran IRA leader Joe Cahill, so her wake in Belfast was naturally attended by many people whose political sympathies and beliefs are, to say the least, markedly different to mine.
Nothing was said, on either side, because funerals aren't the time or place; even Gerry Adams managed a "good night, girls" to me and my sister as he left the house after paying his respects.
But in Northern Ireland it's impossible not to be conscious of the tensions which such a situation exposes. There were a few dirty looks from some of the people who came to the house, let's put it that way.