Nationality - It's important sometimes
Last night one of my newer friends here at the college asked me exactly what nationality I was. Now, normally when I get this question, I think of it politically as people are generally inquiring as to whether I am Irish or British, and are thereby trying to ascertain if I am Catholic or Protestant and therefore whether I fit the various stereotypes that go with such an identity in N.Ireland.
However, the question last night was did I see myself as N.Irish (the safe answer to the political question) or Canadian. And the reality is that I didn't really know.
Of course, N.Ireland will always be my home and nothing can change that. But an nationality is more than that.
Growing up I guess I really never liked the idea of being British or Irish because it would mean that the other 50% of the population might not like you. How then would it possible for me to be proud to be British when I knew that terrible evils had been done to the Irish population and similarly how can I claim to be a proud Irishman whenever the IRA would target anything they saw as remotely British.
I was never able to separate my nationality from the idea of what it had done to the other and I guess that is why I felt that I was able to adopt an Canadian persona so easily. If the biggest problem facing a country is an ice hockey strike (or lock-out whatever you want to call it) then you have to be doing something right.
So now I am a N.Irish Canadian in England, another country that I am really starting to warm to. Whatever accent will I develop next?
However, the question last night was did I see myself as N.Irish (the safe answer to the political question) or Canadian. And the reality is that I didn't really know.
Of course, N.Ireland will always be my home and nothing can change that. But an nationality is more than that.
Growing up I guess I really never liked the idea of being British or Irish because it would mean that the other 50% of the population might not like you. How then would it possible for me to be proud to be British when I knew that terrible evils had been done to the Irish population and similarly how can I claim to be a proud Irishman whenever the IRA would target anything they saw as remotely British.
I was never able to separate my nationality from the idea of what it had done to the other and I guess that is why I felt that I was able to adopt an Canadian persona so easily. If the biggest problem facing a country is an ice hockey strike (or lock-out whatever you want to call it) then you have to be doing something right.
So now I am a N.Irish Canadian in England, another country that I am really starting to warm to. Whatever accent will I develop next?


