It was only after the IRA ceasefire that I began once again to be proud of my family's political past. For more than two generations, it's been doctors, solicitors, dentists and teachers. Like many Irish families we've been happy to lengthen our names with the prefixes and acronyms of professional achievement, while glossing over the patriotic killing and the willing sacrifice of an earlier generation that fought two terrible wars for our unborn lives. Now, after Canary Wharf, Manchester and Lisburn, it should have been back to silence and material success. But a complication has emerged, which threatens to bar our family's return to its amnesiac state. Michael Collins, Neil Jordan's film, is not about us as a family, but we are part of its revolutionary story and provide much of its romance.

LRB 28 November 1996 | PDF Download