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St Patrick's Day talk

Frank Brennan |  16 March 2012

Today we celebrate St Patrick — the man and the myth, the saint and the patrimony of those many Irish missionaries who like Paul in the reading from the Acts of the Apostles responded to the vision: 'Come across and help us', losing no time in setting off to the remotest corners of the earth including the land down under, 'convinced that God had called (them) to bring the Good news', and responding to Lydia's invitation: 'Come and stay with us.' (Act 16:10, 15). Contemplating Patrick and all those like him who later left Ireland to evengelise the world, I recall being given in 1995 a copy of Thomas Cahill's book How the Irish Saved Civilisation. The donor inscribed it: 'And was civilisation grateful? Not a bit of it.' Those of us Australians with Irish heritage happily gather today to give thanks for the Irish contribution to our land and to commend the land of our forbears to prayer during these hard times they are presently enduring.

On the weekend I was at the Port Fairy Folk Festival and was delighted to hear Aboriginal singer and songwriter Archie Roach pay tribute to Shane Howard and Paul Kelly, Australian songwriters with Irish heritage. Archie told his multiracial audience that the time had now come when even Aborigines could learn from those of migrant stock like Howard and Kelly who had a feel for the land, a love of the country, and a respect for the traditions of tens of thousands of years and the struggles for survival and cultural recognition and respect. On Monday night we then gathered at the St Brigid's Church Hall in Crossley. It could have been County Clare or Kilkenny. Til well into the night, the circle played music with tin whistle, guitar, accordian and bodhran. Little Aussies as young as five danced Irish dances with their colourful outfits, erect frames, and fit legs gyrating at ever increasing speed below the knees. The visiting Irish band Beoga described by the Wall Street Journal as 'the most exciting new traditional band to emerge from Ireland this century' had to play second fiddle to the locals whose fame is yet to spread beyond Warrnambool.

Twenty-five years ago, I was visiting the Woorabinda Aboriginal Community in central Queensland. Two Irish Sisters of Mercy were living and working in the community there. One evening three charming young Irish backpackers arrived to stay with the sisters. We were all sitting around the kitchen table when one of the local Aboriginal residents became a little testy asking why these three very white, unsunned, young women had come to Woorabinda. One of them smiled, replying, 'If you came to Ireland, you would want to meet the Irish. We came to Australia and we wanted to meet you, the Australians.' The inquirer was not only pacified; he was charmed.

A week or so later, I was alone in the church presbytery at Mt Isa in outback Queensland. The phone rang. An Irish lass explained that she and her two companions were backpacking around Australia and they would like to stay the night. I said, 'Ah to be sure, you are the three teachers who I met last week at Woorabinda.' No they were not. They were nurses and they had never been to Woorabinda. Around they came, then asking where they might go busking in the morning. Not being an expert on busking in Mt Isa, I told them that I would ask the parishioners after mass in the morning. Being fine Irish lasses, and this being some years before the present troubles with the Catholic Church in Ireland, they said they would come to the parish mass. I told them they might prefer to come with me later in the day when I would be celebrating a mass with some Aboriginal locals out in the bush. They replied, 'To be sure, we'll come to both.' Ah, those were the days! The parishioners not only told them where to go busking; they then turned up in droves and filled their money cans being enthralled by nothing more that the Irish tin whistle and a few ditties. At the afternoon Eucharist, the buskers then exchanged songs with the Aboriginal celebrants, concluding with the Irish blessing. I wanted to provide a touch of entertainment and sustenance for them before they caught the Greyhound bus to Darwin, and I knew that the Mt Isa Irish Club was the largest such club in regional Australia. I phoned the club to explain my predicament. The attendant informed me that there would be no problem. I could be signed in as an honorary member being a visiting clergyman, and I could then sign in the girls as my guests. All manner of things was well, as they often tend to be when the Irish grace our shores.

At the time of the famine only 2 per cent of those who left Ireland came to Australia. But then in the decade 1851-60, there was a steep increase with the number of Irish emigrants to Australia rocketing from 23,000 to 101,540. Between 1861 and 1870, another 82,900 came to our shores — 10 per cent of the total who left Ireland in those years. Patrick O'Farrell makes the point: 'Australia's vast distance from Ireland, dictating little chance of return, implied two contrasting sets of migrant attitudes, that which looked on it as a great adventure, and that which saw it as a very deliberate and considered decision.'

My O'Hara great great grandparents arrived in South Melbourne in 1864. The previous year the 40-year-old widow Annie Brennan with her five children aged 8 to 20 arrived in Maryborough Queensland on 9 July 1863. Next year, the 150th anniversary of their arrival, many of their descendants hope to gather in Maryborough. Being widowed, Annie (nee Doyle) probably left Ireland being unable to inherit any of the Brennan or Doyle lands around Muckalee in County Kilkenny. She and her children arrived in Australia on the David McIvor which had left Liverpool 106 days before. Only one life was lost on the voyage and nine babies were born en route. 404 new emigrants were on board. The Brennan family paid 90 pounds for their passage. The 28-year-old Martin Geraghty was also on board. He married Annie's eldest daughter Catherine aged 20 years on 9 May 1864. In 1871 Martin Geraghty and Annie's eldest son Patrick established the Brennan and Geraghty Store in Maryborough which was run by two generations as a family business for a century. The store is now a National Trust building. Annie's daughter Julia became the proprietor of the Engineer's Arms Hotel and the Ariadne Hotel in Maryborough. Another daughter Bridget married publican John Brough. They were at the Forrester's Arms Hotel in Rockhampton.

Welcoming the David McIvor to Maryborough on 9 July 1863, the Maryborough Chronicle had editorialised: 'Maryborough is comparatively but of yesterday, hastily put together and rough, but we can give a homely welcome to strangers, and that is more than many of us have received when we landed a few years since....Immense blocks of land on the banks of the Mary (River) have been surveyed into farms of all sizes, being soil of the richest description for farming purposes....The means are everywhere abundant for material prosperity; it only wants energy, skill and industry, to turn them to good account.'

The year after the arrival of the David McIvor, the Queensland Government Emigration Office amended the regulations relating to land orders for new settlers. The government dropped the restriction requiring men to be under 40 years of age and women under 35. They also opened land orders up to all passengers, and not just those who paid full fare. This decision was made in the face of objection by public servants who warned: 'Thousands of persons paying from 5 to 10 pounds each but represented as full paying passengers will be poured into the Colony to increase the power, the influence of their party, the best land will get into their hands, and the true interests of the Colony will suffer in proportion.' Children were eligible for a one half land order. Each eligible passenger was to receive a land order to the value of 30 pounds. Some of the passengers who had come on the David McIvor were assisted migrants who had paid only 8 pounds for their passage, having forfeited any claim to a land order on arrival. This was some generations before the High Court's Mabo judgment provided us with a better understanding of property rights.

Martin Geraghty grew fruit trees on his 46 acres at Tinana. On 26 January 1864, Henry Jordan from the Queensland Government Emigration Office in London had written a report on the recent Queensland arrivals noting: 'It is gratifying to have to report the safe arrival of so many of these persons, who, through no fault of their own, were reduced to a state of absolute starvation...but have now reached one of our own colonies where the demand for labour, and its liberal remuneration, will secure their realising a good livelihood, and where many of them may, by patient, persevering industry, realise a comfortable competency, or even attain wealth.'

Last August, I was walking by the Swan River at Fremantle in Western Australia minding my own business, as a Jesuit is wont to do, especially on a sunny winter morning — chatting with a fellow Jesuit. In the opposite direction walked a chap partly disguised by his cap. He passed me, turned back and with the Irish brogue said, 'You're Fr Brennan aren't you?' I replied in the affirmative, and without further ado, he told me his life story. He had been a serving boy in the dining room at Maynooth College in 1962. He thought I had been a personal friend and confidante of Archbishop Mannix. I had to confess that I had never met Daniel Mannix, and I had not written his biography. My interlocutor had served some of the greats before migrating to Australia, making his fortune and then losing most of it. We talked about contemporary Ireland. Neither of us had profound new insights. We moved from discussion about the politicians on to the society and the untrustworthy profligacy of some of the contemporary business leaders. He compared his contemporary countrymen with children who had been let loose in the sweet shop, and now they were paying for it. After Monday night's 4 Corners program Dicing with Debt, many would say that the Irish government should have let a bank or two go to the wall instead of protecting the bondholders, but now, whereas the Greeks are rioting in the streets, the Irish are just getting on and trying to make do, whilst shouldering more and more debt. It was so heartbreaking to hear someone like Fiona Fitzpatrick from the Bondholder Bailout Protest Group on that program say: 'Our hospitals are under threat of closure. Our schools have been affected, and our education service and health service are really badly affected. People who need help aren't getting it. We are developing a very unfair and unequal society. I want fairness in society and I want my children to have a future here, and I don't think that's happening right now.'

Last August, my Fremantle interlocutor asked my opinion on the state of the Church in Ireland. We agreed that the politics, the economics and the religion have all been on hard times. I suggested that politics here was also in the doldrums and that the Church had also known better times.

As we walked on, I and my Jesuit companion ruminated on the strong intervention by the Irish Prime Minister Enda Kenny, a practising Catholic, who had accused the Vatican of adopting a 'calculated, withering position' on abuse in the wake of a judicial report that accused the Holy See of being 'entirely unhelpful' to Irish bishops trying to deal with abuse.

On reflection, I wondered how we had got to the stage that the Irish thought their elected leader had basically got it right in telling the Parliament that the most recent independent judicial investigation into the handling of clergy sexual abuse in the Diocese of Cloyne 'exposes an attempt by the Holy See to frustrate an inquiry in a sovereign, democratic republic as little as three years ago' thus excavating 'the dysfunction, disconnection, elitism and the narcissism that dominate the culture of the Vatican to this day.' There is presently a profound spiritual famine and disillusionment in Ireland. But the spirit of the people is still strong.

Two years ago, I was visiting Dublin with a fellow Jesuit from Australia, one Michael Hedley Kelly. On a very cold Saturday afternoon, we paid a visit to Kilmainham Gaol. Our guide was a young fellow in his early twenties, very well educated, well versed in the history of the jail and those who had passed through as prisoners on their way to execution. He recalled all those Irish heroes of 1916 who passed through the cells on their way to execution in the courtyard. We were very moved to stand in front of the makeshift wooden altar where Grace Gifford married Joseph Plunkett in the presence of Father Eugene McCarthy at 11.30pm on the night before Joseph was taken out and executed on 4 May 1916. We heard how at 2am they had been permitted ten minutes in Plunkett's cell together in the presence of a throng of British soldiers.

At the end of the tour Michael Kelly went up and introduced himself as an Australian Jesuit who had worked in Hong Kong with Fr Joseph Mallin SJ. Joseph is the last surviving child of any of the 1916 rebels. His father, Michael Mallin, a leader in the 1916 rising, called his family to Kilmainham Gaol on the eve of his execution, and prayed that his little son Joseph would be a priest. 95-year-old Joseph is still ministering in Hong Kong, having taken to heart the injunction in today's gospel reading: 'Go, therefore, make disciples of all nations; baptize them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teach them to observe all the commands I gave you. And know that I am with you always; yes, to the end of time.' (Mt 28:19-20) The Kilmainham guide then told Fr Kelly that Fr Mallin had made the same tour of the jail as we had just one year before. Our guide was in fact his guide. Fr Mallin had not identified himself until the end of the tour. He then came forward, introduced himself, thanked the guide, and explained, 'I just wanted to come and see where my father was killed. My mother always told me that I was brought here as a baby the night before my father died. My father told my mother not to wake me. She obeyed. I never saw my father again.' Kilmainham Gaol took on a whole new significance for us two visiting Australians.

We Australians today are very fortunate to enjoy a strong economy. It remains a long distant dream in Ireland with an unemployment rate of over 14 per cent. The Irish faith in major institutions — politics, economics and religion — is at a low ebb, and for the most understandable of reasons. It is not a famine, but it is mighty grim. Not only are thousands of Irish availing themselves of the 457 visa each year here in Australia, there are now more than 18,000 a year coming on the Irish Working Holiday Visa. Those aged between 18 and 30 can come and on a working holiday for up to a year. If they do 86 days work in remoter parts of Australia, they can then stay an extra year. All up, there are 22,000 young Irish folk here at the moment on these working holiday visas. I was speaking recently to an Irish lass who told me that some of her old school friends 'who never travel without a hair straightener' were here in Australia on working holiday visas having done crocodile farming in Darwin, fruit picking out west, and snake handling in Queensland. She told me, 'If it's nasty and dirty, they're doing it.' Sadly there are many Irish who when they come on a 457 visa have to leave their family behind. If not, they are required to pay up to $5,500 per annum for the education of each child in a state school, and they do not qualify for Medicare.

Let's hope we can offer the same welcome to the new Irish Australians as the Maryborough Chronicle offered the widow Annie Brennan and her five kids five generations ago: '[W]e can give a homely welcome to strangers....The means are everywhere abundant for material prosperity; it only wants energy, skill and industry, to turn them to good account.' And let's hope the Irish spirit will find again what Seamus Heaney calls Miracle in the poem calling to mind the aftermath of his stroke at Donnegal in 2006:

Not the one who takes up his bed and walks
But the ones who have known him all along
And carry him in —

Their shoulders numb, the ache and stoop deeplocked
In their backs, the stretcher handles
Slippery with sweat. And no let up

Until he's strapped on tight, made tiltable
And raised to the tiled roof, then lowered for healing.
Be mindful of them as they stand and wait

For the burn of the paid-out ropes to cool,
Their slight light-headedness and incredulity
To pass, those ones who had known him all along. 


Text is from Fr Frank Brennan SJ's St Patrick's Day Celebration talk at the Australian Centre for Christianity and Culture, 17 March 2012.

 


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