They sang about George Floyd and the distress of Irish history. They considered the patriotic backlash and the raw grievances. Video clips were swiftly dispatched on social media and due uproar followed.Īnd so Enola Gay wrote about the many contradictions of the moment. On both occasions a BLM refrain had been raised: “there ain’t no black in the Union Jack”. Three days before, a crowd had gathered outside the City Hall with the same intent. The mood was a composite of rage and frustration. The public space was marked out in socially distanced boxes but still the law handed out fixed penalty tickets and Community Resolution Notices. Hundreds of protesters made their case at Custom House Square on June 6. I don’t remember a witch hunt for KneecapĬourse not – ’cause they’re not fuckin’ black.”Īn intense song came out of the Black Lives Matter demonstrations in Belfast last June. “I hear them say, get out of their countryįrom the same ones who owe us six counties
