reply to post by emsed1
Hard. I can tell you. I was actually born in Birmingham (luckily). The family moved over in the 80's.
My nan n Grandad both born and raised Irish, as their 9 children (my aunts and uncles).
Mass every sunday, the belt if you missed it, quizzed over the colour of the priest clothes, and hail marys every time you needed God
My youngest Aunt was abused, and her life has suffered since, more recently I heard my grandad abused her, this is all hushed whispers from within my
60 or so close cusons. We can't really discuss these things, if you get my drift.
My grandad murdered a man. Went down. My second eldest uncle is IRA, my first killed by a protestant group. Lots of friends of the family killed, they
even raided the house and killed the pets.
My grandad was forced to move the famo to England (here I am).
My nan was murdered in a pub by 2 English soldiers, in the 80's and her second husband (nan n G split) nearly died, when an argument about the Irish
troubles kicked off.
My mom found my nan, that affects her in a bad way, right up to today.
My eldest uncle moved back to Ireland, and resides there still.
I wanted to join the English Army 2-3 years ago, and the family made it clear that was a big no-no. The uncle in Ireland said if I was ever posted
over there, in uniform he'd shoot me.
He loves me, but he'd shoot me
I went as far as joining the army for a taster for 2 weeks.
Eventually I couldn't join on medical grounds. I wonder how life would have faired if I had of joined?
These days my grandad passed away 4 years ago.
I know the family disowned one of my aunts for accusing my uncle of *stuff* regarding her 3 boys.
I met this uncle and found it pretty obvious he *ent normal*.
(He done his time and has moved locally).
Me and my other cuson of the same age agreed grandad maybe weren't *normal*
Now I've grown up the family realise how different (most us younger grandkids are) and resistant I am to there way of life. It was only last year I
realised, they way they would have me think, is highly restricted, and strange.
I call it the Irish mind set, I have great intuition, and my insides tell me they don't think like the rest of us.
Before this last year I respected and obeyed them, now after a few altercations, we all know where we stand.
Sorry for rambling, had a few beers and never wrote that down before, that's what its like in a day in a life of a Brummie surrounded by Irish nuts!
LOL (at that's just the tip of the iceberg)..
To ralate to the topic, that's the power of the church, just *one* example of the institutions at work.
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