Comrades in Ireland have been holding marches for Palestine on Saturdays since the genocide began, everywhere from Dublin to small villages. In Connemara, western Ireland, we gathered on the Saturday of Bríd or St Brigit’s day.
Bríd is a protector of things that begin in darkness: like spring, and like justice. We read two letters out loud: A letter sent to us from an Irish aid worker currently in Gaza, where families are trying to uncover daughters and sons from beneath rubble.
And a letter from Casey Goonan, describing dehumanizing conditions in the Santa Rita jail in the US. Bríd reminds us what it means to bear witness from the darkness, and, like Palestinian prisoners, our obligation to dig tunnels through stone, to freedom. By the water of Pollacappul lake, under Binn Bhán and Mweelrea mountains, we say: Saoirse don Phalaistín!
Free Casey, and all the prisoners!
