Southern Star August 8 2015
SIR – In July we had our first opportunity to come to Ireland for 4½ days and spent three of them in County Cork. We want to come back! People were lovely to us, the food and beer were delicious, the air and land were clear and beautiful, the music powerful and our wise landlady left a rain jacket for our use.
But we do have one complaint. We drove around looking for Michael Collins’ birthplace and assassination site.
The birthplace was comparatively easy to locate, though we did need a little help. We took pictures and studied both his birth home and the outlines of the new home, which was burned down in the 1920s. If not for his descendants, even that wouldn’t be available.
His assassination site, however, was nearly impossible to find. We asked a number of people in nearby towns. Three fellows in a quick mart consulted each other with, ‘Isn’t that…?’ ‘No, I think….’ ‘Oh, you mean….’ ‘But how would you get there?’ ‘Well, you could….’ ‘But don’t forget….’
After several hours and other people’s guesses, a pharmacist in another town knew and tried to explain, but directions included driving about 10 miles on one of the roads looking for some kind of sign. About six miles along, we found our only (small) sign to Béal na Bláth, so we finally knew we were going in the right direction.
When we came to a crossroad in what turned out to be Béal na Bláth, we went into the Michael Collins Café to ask for directions. It turned out there was a sign ‘To Assassination Site’ behind us; no other sign was anywhere in the 80 miles we drove that day in circles.
In seven years, when Ireland celebrates its first centennial as a nation, a flood of tourists will come from the States and other places specifically looking for information about Michael Collins, his birth, his life, his death. There are a lot of Irish Americans and, here, we think Michael Collins was a hero.
Cork, which should be able to draw visitors to an unlimited variety of things about Michael Collins, his education, his family, his typical breakfast, and Lord knows what else, has no signs to the place where he was gunned down for wresting Ireland away from Britain. And, even if an intrepid hunter actually finds the location despite the Irish blind eye, it ain’t much of anything.
Just a cross, an unclear map and a reference to the film. No museum with artifacts. No photos blown up with buttons to push for explanations. No Big Fella jackets or buttons with his photo. No brochures in five languages.
We can’t understand why you aren’t proud of him. Yeah, it’s embarrassing that he was shot down in home territory, but that’s the problem with civil wars – friends and family shoot each other.
Still, it’s almost a century ago and that ‘terrorist’ didn’t blow up churches and schools like today’s terrorists or freedom fighters (the interpretation depends on your opinion much of the time); he directed individual spies to be shot. Irish patriots quietly provided the information, effort and sometimes their lives, led by Michael Collins.
He wasn’t the president, but he was the one who created the intelligence system, the financial investment design, the careful steps, the negotiations and the pizzazz to make independence succeed despite the president, who chose to start a civil war even though more than 60% of Ireland voted to accept the treaty terms.
So, as visitors and outsiders, we ask at a minimum that you provide public signs to something that’s an important piece of history. If you’re wise, you’ll take pride in him, teach your children about him, claim him as your own and provide lots of juicy stuff for tourists.
Do it small-scale in keeping with your country, do it tastefully, do it carefully; but it’s silly to do nothing.
Gary and Alison Long,
Boston, USA.
