The Irish in Me

My Irish relatives were some badass blitzes, y’all — for realz!

I hate to single out any of my relatives. Especially since a lot of the lines dead end in the 1800s, cause those folx weren’t even considered people, but property. All my relatives brought they A game to this plane, even when they were doing dirt. I am gonna call out my Irish blood, though, just ‘cause that shit relates to the ides of starting a school and who is worthy to do what in this world. I’m still waiting on the DNA results to confirm shit, but it looks like I come from the MacCarthy Reagh line.

The MacCarthy’s were kick ass and basically just claimed the Irish Monarchy in the 13th Century and wrestled to hold onto it until Oliver frigging Cromwell rolled up ganster and jacked they shit. The mysterious link would have been from Donogh MacCarthy, one of six kids of the last Prince of Carbery. In a twisted inversión of my African ancestors, the noble history of my Irish blood is cut off. The Irish became target of the English propaganda machine that is so good at turning entire races of people into monsters and clowns.

Of course, history showed that the next 400 years for the Irish were no picnic. Things came to a head in the 1900s with the Irish Revolution and didn’t chill the fuck out until the Good Friday treaty in the 1990s. Of course history paints the fighting Irish as the uber-violent and crazy IRA (Irish Republican Army). Before I get blamed for hating on the British, I have that blood too and here in the U.S. we know how the British got down.

So, I’m not gonna take the usual turn here and say, “See, they are the violent ones and everybody else is just fighting back!” If we’re engaging in the violence, even on defense of violence, we still end up violent. What I do wanna say is we gotta, gotta, GOT TO, let go of this idea of Westerners as peaceful and civilized and responsible for “rescuing the planet.” We were not a planet of savages waiting to be dragged out of savagery by “White” people.

We must (I must) stop this automatic credentialling of shit because of its proximity to Western Civilization. We need to recognize that so much of the stuff we love existed (started) in places outside of Europe. That, my people, is White Supremacy. Every time anyone blindly accepts that other cultures are less civilized, more violent, less educated, less fashionable, less clean, less classy, less cool, less wealthy or in any way embraces an uncontested faith that the west is best, that shit is White Supremacy.

Check yourself on this. Do you really know history, or are you blindly accepting the one you’ve been fed? Do you conflate dominance and excellence? Do you rank cultures? How do you score?

That’s it, y’all.

Pink Flowers

Pink Flowers is a Black trans artist, activist and educator, whose work is rooted in ancient shamanic, African trickster, and Brazilian Joker traditions. Pink uses Theater of the Oppressed, Art of Hosting, Navajo Peacemaking and other anti-oppression techniques, as the foundation of their theater-making, mediation, problem-solving and group healing practices.

She is the founder of Award-winning Falconworks Theater Company, which uses popular theater to build capacities for civic engagement and social change. She has received broad recognition, numerous awards, and citations for their community service. She has been a faculty member at Montclair State University, Pace University, and a company member of Shakespeare in Detroit.

Pink is currently in Providence Rhode Island teaching directing for the Brown/Trinity MFA program, while also directing the Brown University production of Aleshea Harris’s award-winning What To Send Up When It Goes Down. Get performance detail here.

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