I love Ireland. Is it because my grandmother was a Maloney, I was told, originally from County Clare? Or is it because of the Irish people's friendliness, their faith, their laughter, their jokes, or because of the windy, rainy days and the land frequently surrounded by angry waves? One day however I discovered another Ireland; huge wire barriers separating streets in Belfast; guns held sometimes by young, fearful soldiers from England; mothers telling me of their sons killed by 'the other side', their bodies left lying in the open streets; people in the south asking "Aren't you afraid to go up there?"
Forward by Jean Vanier