We Irish need to give our new neighbours the chance to make their case for inclusion
The emigrant told me of a Christmas night in New York when he was heartbroken for home. He was asked over for the traditional Christmas dinner by some friends and they had a lovely day.
The emigrant was heading off from Bainbridge Avenue in the Irish Bronx for upstate New York. He was lonely for home. It was the night of a full moon. Just like tonight.
The emigrant looked up at the glory of it all. And it was then it dawned on him that the very same moon was shining down in the place he loved best back home.