A place I lost I scarcely knew,
The childhood land I never outgrew,
My father’s life, my mother’s tales
Of hungers, wars, workhouses, jails,
The memories not quite my own
To which my memories are sewn:
Inextricably in Erin’s net,
I am what I refuse to forget.
Esther Roper and Eva Gore-Booth should be much more widely known.
What was the Harlem Renaissance?
We need to reverse all cuts and rebuild the country's social infrastructure.
The fight for adequate isolation pay and sick pay needs to be stepped up - even in the NHS...
Lessons from the struggle around the lockdown in Spain.
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