#WakingTheFeminists Wonderful work by Ciara
Last week, I trekked to Parnell Square in the lashing rain to pick up a Christmas present for myself. The Sinn Fein shop was busier than you might expect on a wet Thursday lunchtime but the man wasn’t surprised when I told him what I’d ordered. ‘Plenty waiting,’ he said. He rummaged under the counter for a small package and then gave me a silent nod as I left, as if acknowledging the covert battle group I was joining.
My Cumann na mBan brooch glittered all day, particularly bright in the dull rain. I felt exhilarated, restored, as if I was ready again.
November, typically the dullest of months, has been astonishing. A Facebook comment from an old classmate, Lian Bell, acted like a lengthy fuse on a grenade, gathering light and force steadily until it exploded at a public meeting of #WakingTheFeminists in the National Theatre on November 12th
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