and crucifixes (snapped); kids crying;
crunching on the glass of the Pope’s
picture; unfinished meals and bad
wallpaper; coloured toys and TV
noise and radio crackle; painted
plates; shoes; a body in the hall,
flattened against the wall....This is
when I did feel like we’d invaded.Three hundred and thirty-seven people
were arrested that night. Sixty were
injured. Charles O’Neill, a disabled air
force veteran, was run over and killed
by a British armored car. As his body
lay on the ground, one of the soldiers
poked a bystander with a baton and said,
“Move on, you Irish bastard—there are