I think the Irish woman was freed from slavery by bingo. They can go out now, dressed up, with their handbags and have a drink and play bingo. And they deserve it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The Irish job was something that had to be sorted out.
The Ireland I now inhabit is one that these Irish contemporaries have helped to imagine.
I think there's something about the Irish experience - that we had to have a sense of humor or die.
Before the Civil War, the Negro was certainly as efficient a workman as the raw immigrant from Ireland or Germany. But, whereas the Irishmen found economic opportunity wide and daily growing wider, the Negro found public opinion determined to 'keep him in his place.'
There was a kind of madness in the country. Eamon De Valera, the prime minister, had this vision of an Ireland where we'd all be in some kind of native costume - which doesn't exist - and we'd be dancing at the crossroads, babbling away in Gaelic, going to Mass, everyone virginal and pure.
Show me an Irishman who can't tell a story - I don't think they exist.
Even when they have nothing, the Irish emit a kind of happiness, a joy.
The time is near at hand which must determine whether Americans are to be free men or slaves.
Slavery is malignantly aristocratic.
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.