I think you are also forgetting how far the church has fallen in Ireland since the 80s. They were such a powerful and dominant force in the irish social landscape.
They brought down governments the constitution was sent to them for proof reading. Christ the laundries would still be active for another decade
Who is forgetting how powerful the Church used to be?
As an aside, DeValera was engaged in a bit of a balancing act with the Constitution. All the bloviating about God in the preamble and the recognition of the "special position" of the Catholic Church was in there precisely to disguise the fact that it didn't establish the Church, didn't give it any substantive rights or privileges and also recognised the minority religions.
It's very easy to exaggerate the power of the church, and it's an activity usually undertaken by those who are waiting for an alibi. 'It was all the church's fault, it was nothing to do with us'. Oh yes it was something to do with you, me fine buckoes.
It also incorporated a lot of stuff from the Free State constitution as well, apparently.
Tim Pat Coogan notes that when the bishops tried to mediate in the teachers' strike of 1946, Dev and co. gave them total cold shoulder. And Ferriter claims he saw a letter from McQuaid to Sean Lemass which has a note in Lemass' handwriting which reads 'his Grace's letter does not merit a reply'.
It's very easy to exaggerate the power of the church, and it's an activity usually undertaken by those who are waiting for an alibi. 'It was all the church's fault, it was nothing to do with us'. Oh yes it was something to do with you, me fine buckoes.
True, but when you're in a country where the statement "I'm a Catholic first and a Irishman second" was uttered by one of our Taoiseaches you can't deny the unquestioned power they had in our country since it's foundation. It's only really started to erode in the early 90s.
What was the Church's issue with tampons?
I was at university in Dublin in the eighties when the law changed so that condoms could be bought without a prescription if you were over 18.
Think about that for a minute; imagine being a student before the law changed. There you are, all studenty and away from home and full of beans and beer and hormones and surrounded by lots of people in the same frame of mind and getting your hands on a condom took a LOT of planning. People used to go to Northern Ireland to buy them and they'd take orders. Condom smugglers, no less. And the railway line between Belfast and Dublin got bombed by the IRA a fair bit, so the condom smugglers were an intrepid bunch, to say the least.
Anyway, when the law changed, vending machines in toilets became a thing - every time the student union put one up in the men's toilets, it would last about a day until it got vandalised and all the condoms got stabbed with a compass.
I don't think people my age in the UK actually believe me when I say that, you know. But it's true.
Seeing as I seriouly doubt that there were gangs of ninja priests ad rosary rattling Mammies carrying out midnight sorties, running in under cover of darkness, armed with sledgehammers and compasses, it stands to reason that members of the student body were categorically opposed to the relaxation in the laws surrounding the availability of contraceptives, as per the teachings of their church.
That's not all that long ago and so those people are now in their late forties. They'll be voting, no doubt.
People who think say the church is less powerful now than it has been down through history and than it was when I was a teenager are no doubt right; but it still has influence over an awful lot of people in Ireland today.
There you are, all studenty and away from home and full of beans and beer and hormones and surrounded by lots of people in the same frame of mind
Sickening letter sent to a Yes campaigner:
Una announced her diagnosis and came out in the same column she writes for the times.[Never has the sign off "best wishes" been more out of place.
If you see this jpeg while scrolling
You have been visited by the CAPE-WEARING IRISH CONSERVATIVE.
Irish conservatism will come to you unless you comment "what a gobshite" further down the thread.
Having done market research work, including political polling, I am of the opinion that 80% of people will tell you the first thing that comes into their heads.
At first glance I thought it was Putin.
Furthermore, 7 out of 10 statistics are made up.Ah! The good old 80:20 rule.
Priests thought they had something to do with birth control.
That wasn't it.
The objection was that they interfered with nature by mitigating the effects of "the curse," thus also circumventing various Biblical injunctions. Also they looked a bit like dildos.
http://www.irishtimes.com/news/poli...o-call-for-yes-vote-says-journalist-1.2219334According to Mr Arnold, when he moved to Ireland [sixty years ago] homosexuality was not penalised or illegal and “homosexuals lived a reasonably open and happy life”.
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“’Homosexuality was never a crime in Ireland.
I was a good Catholic girl, growing up in 1970s Ireland where homosexuality was an evil perversion. It was never openly talked about but I knew it was the worst thing on the face of the earth.
So when I fell in love with a girl in my class in school, I was terrified. Rummaging around in the attic a few weeks ago, an old diary brought me right back to December 20th, 1977.
Because of my upbringing, I was revolted at the thought that I was in love with a member of my own sex. This contradiction within me nearly drove me crazy. These two strands of thought jostled within me pulling me in opposite directions.
In the 1970s, homophobia was rampant and uninhibited. Political correctness had yet to arrive. Homosexuals were faggots, queers, poofs, freaks, deviants, unclean, unnatural, mentally ill, second class and defective humans. They were society’s defects. Biological errors. They were other people. I couldn’t possibly be one of them.
Over the years I watched each of my siblings date, party, get engaged, get married and take for granted all the joys and privileges of their State-acknowledged relationship.
My coping strategy was to pour myself into my studies and later into my work. I didn’t socialise much because I had this horrible secret that must never come out. It was a strategy that worked until I’d fall in love again with a woman and the whole emotional rollercoaster of bliss, pain, withdrawal and denial resumed. It was a pattern that would repeat itself over the years.
And never once did I openly express my feelings. I suppressed everything and buried myself in books or work. I was careful how I talked and behaved. Nothing was allowed slip. I never knew what it was like to live spontaneously, to go with the flow, to trust my instincts . . . I certainly couldn’t trust my instincts.
For years I told no one because I couldn’t even tell myself. It was a place I didn’t want to go. It was too scary; too shameful. I couldn’t cope with it. I buried it.
Emotionally, I have been in a prison since the age of 17; a prison where I lived a half-life, repressing an essential part of my humanity, the expression of my deepest self; my instinct to love.
It’s a part that heterosexual people take for granted, like breathing air. The world is custom-tailored for them. At every turn society assumes and confirms heterosexuality as the norm. This culminates in marriage when the happy couple is showered with an outpouring of overwhelming social approval.
For me, there was no first kiss; no engagement party; no wedding. And up until a short time ago no hope of any of these things. Now, at the age of 54, in a (hopefully) different Ireland, I wish I had broken out of my prison cell a long time ago. I feel a sense of loss and sadness for precious time spent wasted in fear and isolation.
Homophobia was so deeply embedded in my soul, I resisted facing the truth about myself, preferring to live in the safety of my prison. In the privacy of my head, I had become a roaring, self-loathing homophobe, resigned to going to my grave with my shameful secret. And I might well have done that if the referendum hadn’t come along.
Now, I can’t quite believe the pace of change that’s sweeping across the globe in support of gay marriage. I never thought I’d see the day that a Government Minister would come out as gay and encounter almost nothing but praise for his bravery. But that day did come, and the work done down the decades by people like David Norris, Katharine Zappone, Ann-Louise Gilligan and Colm O’Gorman made me realise that possibilities existed that I’d never believed would ever exist.
I told a friend and the world didn’t end. I told my mother, and the world didn’t end.
Then I realised that I could leave the prison completely or stay in the social equivalent of an open prison. The second option would mean telling a handful of people but essentially go on as before, silently colluding with the prejudices that still find expression in casual social moments.
The act of consummation is when the marriage is legally valid. It doesn’t become a marriage until it is legally consummated. And there is no equivalent deed, as far as I can see, for lesbians or gay men.
True, but when you're in a country where the statement "I'm a Catholic first and a Irishman second" was uttered by one of our Taoiseaches you can't deny the unquestioned power they had in our country since it's foundation. It's only really started to erode in the early 90s.
You're mistaking the inner cravenness of the average Irish person for a supposedly omnipotent catholic church . They had no power . There were just a lot of stupid and weakminded Irish people .
There still are, they just bow the knee to other institutions now instead .
The point he is making is that the Bishops were an important part of the ruling elite, but they were only a part of it, alongside our business and political elite. These people shared a worldview. It wasn't a case of the politicians doing as they were told. They didn't need to be told, they already agreed with each other. When there was disagreement and the Bishops did try to tell the politicians what to do, they sometimes got their way but they were quite often told to mind their own fucking business.
And the existence of a lot of stupid and weakminded people didn't confer any power on the Church?