Gerry Adams famously said “They haven’t gone away, you know”. Mary Lou McDonald now insists the Provisional IRA actually has gone away. When, exactly, did that happen? asks Donal O’Keeffe.
“The war is over and I run the party,” Sinn...
The majority of Conservative Party members would break up the United Kingdom for Brexit, a poll revealed last week. That’s not surprising, says Donal O’Keeffe.
“Fack Norvern Island,” bellowed the red-faced Englishman at my friend and me in the Welsh...
“Direct provision is like being in an abusive relationship,” writes Melatu Uche Okorie. “Abuse in itself is homogenous, no matter what race, class, or in this case the hostel of the abused.”
It is a truism that while journalism can...
I confess I got a genuine belly-laugh from the front page of the Irish Examiner on Stephen Zuss Day.
The second lead story - by Elaine Loughlin - was entitled “Taoiseach concerned over ‘cult status’ of Scientology”. The first...
I don’t live on top of a mass grave.
I don’t know what it’s like to look out at my lawn and think that under it might be 796 dead babies lying in a disused septic tank. I don’t know...
Private firms have profited in the hundreds of millions of Euro from keeping human beings in misery, and you and I are paying dearly for it, writes Donal O’Keeffe.
Since Direct Provision was introduced in 2000, some €1.2 billion has...
Like many, I bought into the notion that public opinion in Tuam is divided about the Tuam Babies. I was very wrong, says Donal O’Keeffe.
Little kids were digging in the dirt with plastic shovels and buckets outside the Ard...
Despite the high-blown rhetoric of some on the Catholic right and the populist fringes of political life, presumably nobody actually wishes to reunite the elderly and the vulnerable with their Heavenly Father earlier than it might suit them or...
TDs pretending to be on the average industrial wage or less cost us exactly the same as all the others and they only compound their hypocrisy if they expect free legal aid, writes Donal O’Keeffe.
Last week in the Dublin...
Last week I did something I’ve never done before.
I lodged a planning objection.
The development to which I objected is proposed for a dangerously-derelict property, in a neighbourhood twenty miles from my home. Perhaps I should mind my own business.
But...
