A long journey made possible by many friends

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I have met the Irish everywhere. From Britain to Australia, from all parts of Europe, to the USA, from the Middle East to South Africa. Some have been first generation. Others have been the sons and daughters of previous generations forced from Ireland for economic, social and political reasons. Persecution, sectarianism, repression, hunger all played their part.

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Among the 70 plus million in the Irish diaspora scattered around the globe there are many who take a deep interest in developments in Ireland. They seek to play a helpful role. Many times this is in small personal ways. Over recent decades they have positively contributed to the search for peace. This has been especially true of the Irish in America, Britain and Australia.

Friends of Sinn Féin in America was established in 1995. It raises funds for the party. It has done sterling work in that time.

Consequently, leading Shinners have traveled to all corners of the USA speaking at breakfast, brunch and dinner fundraisers and at many universities. We have addressed press conferences, met newspaper editorial boards, lobby groups and politicians at local, state and federal level, as well as the various Washington administrations under Clinton, Bush and Obama. We have also engaged with local Irish American communities and briefed them on the ongoing developments in the peace process.

In my travels around the USA I have met tens of thousands of very good, decent Irish Americans.

Frequently, in the early days of my travels I would be met at airports by Irish American police officers who would whiz me around New York and other cities, through rush hour traffic, with lights flashing and sirens blaring. I used to joke that it was for me a whole new experience of being driven round by police officers who weren't intent on taking me to prison.

In New York, the backbone of the fundraising project for Friends of Sinn Féin is the construction industry, and the police and fire services. Others, including people who work in the financial district, the law, the pub and restaurant business, in community organizations and ordinary working men and women, have also been enormously helpful.

A frequent attendee at our fundraisers was Fr. Mychal Judge, a Franciscan priest, who was well known in New York for his work among the homeless and aids victims. Mychal was chaplain to New York's firefighters. He was also close friend of Steven McDonald, a New York policeman who is a quadriplegic as a result of being shot. Steven is a strong opponent of violence and a firm believer in forgiveness.

Mychal and Steven both attended some of our New York events. They even traveled to Ireland and Parliament Buildings at Stormont to see the changes that their support for the peace process had helped bring about.

In 1999, I visited the Mercantile Exchange, the largest commodity futures exchange in the world, and then in the shadow of the Twin Towers. A group of FOSF activists, Todd, Fitzy and Tom, arranged for me to see the place and watch the madness of the "bear pit." There, scores of traders, buying and selling commodities, were lined ten or more deep shouting at each other, creating a cacophony of noise and excitement. How they understood what they were buying and selling was beyond me.

The activists mentioned above also organized a very successful fundraiser in the World Trade Center's Windows on the World restaurant. The restaurant was at the top of the tower, on the 107th floor. I remember looking out of the large windows. It was like being in a helicopter hovering high above New York. It was a spectacular panoramic view of New York and New Jersey, of the Hudson River, and the Statue of Liberty, and of Ellis island, through which so many tens of thousands of Irish immigrants had entered the United States.

There were about 30 people there that day, enjoying the craic, getting photos taken and talking about Ireland and being captivated by Rita O'Hare. We also met security men and women, waiters, lift operators, and others. They were all warm decent human beings.

Two years later the Twin Towers were gone and almost 3000 people were dead. Among them was Tom (McGinnis) one of the three who had organized our World Trade Center event. Another to die was Mychal Judge. Hundreds of New York police officers and NYFD personnel died also, along with all manner of workers, many with Irish ties.

I remember that day. Martin McGuinness and I had been meeting the taoiseach, Bertie Ahern, in government buildings in Dublin. As we left the building we met U.S. Special Envoy Richard Haass. The first reports were coming in but the details were vague. Mark Costigan, a very good radio journalist, was outside Government Buildings with the press pack. He had a new hi-tech electronic gadget with a miniature TV. We heard him exclaiming and gathered around him to watch images of the planes hitting the Twin Towers.

It was like a scene from a film. Hard to take in. Then on the way north we listened on the car radio to Irish Times New York-based correspondent Conor O'Clery's eyewitness account of what was happening. It was gripping, shocking, terrifying.

I immediately began to ring friends in New York trying to find out if any of those we knew were among the dead or injured. Like many others, I spent several hours each day for several days doing this as the extent of the devastation and the scale of the deaths became clearer.

Two months later, FOSF held its annual fundraising dinner in New York. It was agreed that the monies raised would go to help the families of the construction industry who were killed at the World Trade Center. It was a small gesture of solidarity from Irish republicans in Ireland, and from Friends of Sinn Féin in the USA, to our friends in the construction industry who suffered grievously as a consequence of the attacks that autumn day.

During that November visit I called to a local fire station. The firefighters talked with huge pride of their chaplain Mychal Judge. He had joined them in the inferno that was the Twin Towers. He died attending to them and the dead and injured. These firefighters had a deep sense of gratitude to him.

There was also a deep sense of the huge courage and heroism of all those who rushed to help others caught up in the attacks in New York and Washington, and the passengers of Flight 93 who confronted their hijackers.

September 11 is one of those watershed moments in human history. Its consequences are still with us today in Iraq and Afghanistan and elsewhere.

But in this tenth anniversary year our thoughts and prayers are with the innocent who died. On a recent Sunday I thought back on all this. I also thought of the time I visited Arlington National Cemetery with Courtney Kennedy, Robert Kennedy's daughter. She brought us to visit her father's grave, and that of her uncle.

Carved on the wall before Robert Kennedy's grave are words he spoke in South Africa in the 1960s, visionary words in the history of that troubled land, but words which speak to those who died trying to help their neighbors in the 9/11 attacks, or the 70 million Irish people throughout the world who make up our great diaspora, and whose help and support we still need as we seek to advance our democratic goals of peace and unity and freedom for Ireland.

Robert Kennedy said: "It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope; and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance."

 

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