Noble Champion Tribe

•May 29, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Translated from Irish, we are the noble champion tribe. Our specific lineage is signified by the Irish name for bear, indicating a strong and valiant people. Indeed, Irish stories — written and oral — account for this family distinction over the last thousand years.

Comparing our nEoghan Ua Niall heritage with that of Native Americans, we would be the tribe of Eoghan (noble), nation of Niall (champion), and clan of Ardh (bear). Our traditional homeland is located in the heart of Northern Ireland, historically centered in the town of Dungannon.

One of our most famous modern kin in County Tyrone (Tir Eoghan), is Bernadette Devlin, who organized with the Northern Ireland Civil Rights Association and People’s Democracy  in the 1960s, to fight for equality for indigenous Irish people within the militarily-occupied British colony. Her name in Irish, in fact, means “ferocious bear”.

Lisa Hannigan

•May 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Lisa Hannigan has a website where you can listen to her lovely music.

Dead Zones

•November 11, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Salish and Irish oppose salmon farms that are destroying ecosystems in Canada, Chile, Scotland and Ireland, creating coastal dead zones and generating lethal viruses in lakes and rivers.

Celtic Nomads

•June 10, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Irish Travellers seek ethnic minority status.

Letter from Dungannon

•May 11, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Somehow I missed this comment last summer, but since it comprises the first contact from kin in Ireland, I’m reprinting it verbatim. FYI, Art and Hugh were notable Gaelic leaders 400 hundred years ago, and Dungannon was their political headquarters. (In 1768, my family arrived in the colony of South Carolina on the brig Dungannon.)

Hi Spartacus O’Neill,

Time, energies and finance were against me, but I tried searching a few years ago, inspired by the fact that the late John “Dean” Quinn of Dungannon told my late father, that we were desecended from Turlough MacAirt og O’Neill. The name MacAirt being anglicised into “Arthur’s son” and then Arthurs.

John “Dean” Quinn, was Dean of Dungannon in the late 60’s early 70’s. An Irish Scholar, and as Vicar Capitular and Vicar General of the Arc-Diocese of Dungannon, was the right hand man of the Cardinal.

Coincidence not, we have direct official tracing of our family tree back to early 1800’s, always in Donaghmore Parish area’s of Drumbearn and Dernaseer (outside Dungannon). This is a few miles from Carnteel, as the crow flies.

I still live in Dungannon. Dean Quinn said, our surname in Irish i.e “MacAirt”, was the source of and determining factor for his interest and his results.

If any of you wish to close a few gaps, on this for me, please do. Or similarly, if you would like to dispell this, pls feel free.

Many Thanks !!!

p.s. the Castle Hill in Dungannon was re-openned to the public, as of last weekend, Friday the 7th Sept 2007. You literally can see ALL of Ulster laid out in front of you for 60 miles 360 degrees. e.g. as far as the Cooley Mountains in Louth.

The town partied all weekend, and Irish Music was once again heard from the top of the hill, at Hugh’s birth-place. We all feel very privileged and proud.

Caomhghin Mac Airt | 09.16.07 – 10:05 am

Irish Eyes

•April 15, 2008 • Leave a Comment

When I was young, the most inspirational Irishman in my life was John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Shortly after his passing, I became enchanted with another inspiring Irishman by the name of John Lennon.

Sinn Fein

•April 11, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Sinn Fein is now on YouTube. As the only party committed to ending British rule in Ireland, they steadfastly oppose imperialism, fascism, and racism nationally and internationally. I can see where the United States government might have a problem with that.

Salish Sea Society

•March 14, 2008 • 1 Comment

Referencing the recent Coast Salish Gathering of indigenous peoples, Tom Sampson of the Tsartlip First Nation in British Columbia observed, ”Our objective here is to turn the tide on all the environmental destruction that the white society has heaped upon us over the past 150 years.” Brian Cladoosby, co-chair of the Coast Salish Gathering and chairman of the Swinomish Tribe in Washington state said: ”True leaders have the confidence to stand alone if they must, and make tough decisions. We want to work with the other governments and other communities if we can, but we will continue to look to our traditional strengths and tie our culture to our objectives.”

As a former resident of the Salish Sea that incorporates the famed San Juan Islands in the shadow of Olympic National Park, I can attest to the beauty of the forests and grandeur of the snow-capped volcanoes that — along with Vancouver Island — enclose this magnificent marine sanctuary. As someone who had the good fortune to work alongside the Indian tribes of this area harvesting the once bountiful salmon, I can also testify to the sadness we shared at the devastation of this abundance through the obliteration of the landscape to accommodate the consumer society, a very different kind of culture from that of the aboriginal peoples now seeking to repair the damage.

Having, as well, challenged the wholesale destruction of these same watersheds as a litigation manager for mainstream environmental coalitions, I distinctly recall the need to overcome the consumer philosophy that undergirds the institutions that drive the devastation. While there were, at that time in the early 1990s, some who were ready to reexamine the priorities of white society, most were still hoping to have their cake and eat it, too. Today, I think that many more have come to understand that this is a fantasy of consumerism.

Cladoosby himself pointed out that over the past 150 years of environmental deterioration, there has been a philosophy that people must make as much money as they can without regard for the environment, adding, ”Mother Earth is not a commodity to be dominated and exploited, but rather a gift to be loved and respected.” If, indeed, the time is now opportune to start reversing this catastrophe, the Coast Salish peoples are going to need a lot of friends to help them in this noble endeavor. Given the inevitable opposition from institutions and attacks from organizations still stuck in a destructive, consumptive mindset, the provision of educational, participatory roles for their good-hearted white neighbors is essential.

Joining together in a harmonious way of life is going to be a lot of philosophical work. For some of us, that is going to entail reaching deep into our souls and background to a time and place when our ancestors, too, were indigenous to the landscapes they inhabited and worshiped. It is this knowledge, in the end, that will enable us to put into perspective the culture we are hoping to replace. Sharing this knowledge with our neighbors will help inoculate them against fear-mongering by those we are passing by.

Waiting to be Discovered

•March 3, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Relationships that exist outside our cognizance sometimes enter our lives unexpected. Discovering these relationships can often be a remarkable experience.

Two women who’ve had a lasting influence on me, it turns out, are related in a way that is particularly meaningful, perhaps especially so because I only discovered this long after profound shared events. Another woman entered this connection only recently, but as I came to understand, this relationship existed long before any of us was born.

The bonds cemented between the O’Donnell’s, Gallaghers, and O’Neals five hundred years ago in Northern Ireland, as such, were an existing relationship of blood and loyalty that perhaps by accident entered my life over the last twenty years. Only in meeting Sheila O’Donnell was I aware of this relationship discovered shortly before we shared a plane flight to a human rights conference hosted by a mutual friend and colleague. With Colleen Gallagher, who I spent a delightful academic year creating stories and poetry together, this discovery enhanced an already meaningful relationship.

But with Sherilyn Wells, my closest associate through five years of traumatic social conflict, the surprise of finding both our mothers are O’Neals was an almost magical experience. The fact that I uncovered all this by telling stories that caught the attention of a colleague who uses genealogy as an introductory exercise in self-awareness for his students, makes the discovery all the more rewarding.

By taking his advice, I found many joys just waiting to be discovered.

Heavenly Possibility

•December 9, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Over and over, the country’s orators pointed to the success of the Americans in 1776 and the French in 1789. One populace threw out the English, and the other threw out the upper classes; in Ireland the targets were, heavenly possibility, as one.

Tipperary by Frank Delaney