Remembering Bobby Sands. This day, 42 years ago

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  1. Rip Mr sands I played football with your son geard he was good and an awful nice guy never ever heard any bitter words from his mouth just laughter and fun so don’t be worried as your son was a great guy rip bob🇮🇪💚🙏

  2. As someone who is Australian born, one thing I didn’t realise until much later about the hunger strikers is the men that took part in the 1981 strikes (at least the first four or five) absolutely knew they would die as a result. After the demoralisation of the 1980 hunger strikes it was evident the British wouldn’t shirk until international pressure came from the bodies mounting up.

    The courage and resilience to make that choice harkens back to others like Terrence MacSwiney who wouldn’t abandon their principles or cause in the harshest of circumstances.

  3. ah yes I remember in my youth my parents decided to do a driving tour of Northern Ireland ..the week bobby sands died. I was ten. It pissed rain the whole week. The stress of trying to find b&Bs. We’d drive through towns with red white and blue paving stones with southern reg car. Then towns with green and gold and black flags everywhere. Stayed outside Belfast and got bus in. Got off the bus to a bombed out car and random patrol of soldiers on the shopping street suddenly dropping to the floor and checking something though their rifle sights. We finally got to sligo and my dad said how many miles to my mothers parents in mayo. He’d had enough and drove 3.5 hours to warm fire and whiskey 🙂 All I remember, being ten, is thinking Northern Ireland is one of the most beautiful parts of the island of Ireland…and wow they have very neat road markings ..it was 1981. 🙂

  4. Anyone else not learn who he was in school? I feel like there was a deliberate attempt to avoid NI for fear of radicalising us

  5. Have to admire what they went through and their sacrifice, though starving yourself to death is exactly what Thatcher and co wanted and he would have been more use to the cause alive.

  6. Last couple verses from his poem: The Rythm of Time:

    It is found in every light of hope,
    It knows no bounds nor space
    It has risen in red and black and white,
    It is there in every race.

    It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
    It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
    It has reached the peak of mountains high,
    It comes searing ‘cross the skies.

    It lights the dark of this prison cell,
    It thunders forth its might,
    It is ‘the undauntable thought’, my friend,
    That thought that says ‘I’m right!’

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