IRELAND
Irish Times
Patsy McGarry
Tue, Apr 8, 2014
‘Hello darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again . . .”
You’ve been on my mind for four weeks now, like “a vision softly creeping . . .” Since Christine Buckley died.
I’ve been surprised. Perhaps I should not be. At her funeral, President Michael D Higgins spoke of you. He referred to “the darkness she broke open with the light of her own experience”.
She who had been, as Fr Tony Coote put it in the funeral Mass homily, “a tiny voice amid the clamour of denial and recrimination”. She of whom he said, “perhaps belief is her greatest legacy”. You have been graceless since she died. You and your cuttlefish friends. Your silence since March 11th has been eloquent.
Not a word for her family or friends. Nor for those tens of thousands on whom she bestowed a priceless gift, credibility. Immediately after Dear Daughter – broadcast by RTÉ again last night and dealing with Christine’s days in the Goldenbridge orphanage – was first broadcast in February 1996, your cuttlefish friends got to work, generating doubt. As they do.
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