In Belfast, place is identity.

On our last day in Ireland, I enjoyed walking through the Ulster Museum, eating lunch at Maggie May’s, and taking a Black Taxi Tour of Belfast. At the Ulster Museum, I found the exhibit dedicated to The Troubles fascinating and appreciated the museum’s effort to present the material as impartially as possible. I found it interesting that the museum had a suggestion box at the end of that exhibit that encouraged visitors to share ways in which the exhibit could be more impartial, representative, and inclusive. In all my years visiting museums, I’ve never seen anything like it.

On the Black Taxi Tour, I was surprised by how much I didn’t know about Ireland’s current political climate. I had no idea a wall existed that divided Belfast or that gates were closed every night to help citizens on either side feel more secure. It reminded me a lot of East and West Germany and of the conflict that for so long defined and divided that country.

The taxi tour perfectly illustrated the importance of place. On the Protestant side of the wall, there were memorials dedicated to citizens killed by the IRA. The language on various murals and memorials conflated the IRA with ISIS, an interesting tactic. Conflation is a tactic I often see the US media use to advance an argument. Rarely do supporters of a particular argument find conflation problematic; however, it’s easy to recognize agitprop in arguments we oppose. On the Catholic side of the wall, the murals and memorials were more nationalistic and stressed the sacrifices made by IRA members and others in support of a free Ireland.

In this part of Ireland, place is identity. The lives of Irish people in Belfast are shaped by what side of the wall they’re on.

This trip has been a phenomenal exercise in studying the intersection of place and identity. The activities consistently engaged us on multiple levels, and I’m thankful for LeeAnne’s meticulous planning which allowed us to think critically about a difficult subject.

Women in the Rising and a Goodbye to Ireland!

Picture are forthcoming! Waiting for more reliable wifi!

The International Wall, which we saw during our Black Taxi Tour of Belfast, had a quote painted on it that reminded me of something I have seen throughout our time in Belfast studying the 1916 Rising: “About 90 women took part in the Rising.” The passage continued to saying to what capacity they served in the battles.  Because of my personal area of interest and study, which is focusing on domestic spaces during tumultuous periods (specifically WWI), quotes like this give me pause since they assume that a woman must be on the battle front to have taken part in the rising. Perhaps I am caught up in wording, since the writers of the passage very well could have meant solely military participation, but the reasoning behind my awareness still stands: where is the mention of what it was like to be part of the domestic life during the Rising?

Surely, women have been mentioned. We have seen dozens of instances where women fought alongside men in the battlefields, and many sections of exhibits are dedicated to women in the Rising. However, I am interested in what it was like for the women who were kept indoors—women like the mothers of the boys portrayed in the movie Bloody Sunday. It is easy for these voices to get lost in the chaos of a rebellion, and finding these voices and analyzing their words is something I hope to explore further in my essay for this class.

This being the last blog post, I want to take these last few words to reflect on our trip. Today, we had our final dinner together as a group, and while I am exhausted (!!!), I feel so fulfilled. This was completely different than my previous study abroad experience, especially with the opportunity to become submerged in the period and place. I especially enjoyed the diverse experiences we had: from museums, to walking tours, to pub crawls, to theatre. We were all really lucky for and made better by this experience.