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This week, a survey showed an increase of 163 per cent in women and children seeking refuge from domestic violence since last year. Here Ian Poulton, a Church of Ireland rector in Laois and Offaly, describes a visit he received from a domestic violence victim while in a former parish.
DEIRDRE REAPPEARED LAST week. A regular caller at the door during our eleven years in Dublin, her plight seemed to grow steadily worse during that time. Calling a fortnight before we left, she had been blunt, ‘I’m sure you’ll be relieved that you won’t have me calling with you’.
Things must have deteriorated further, for last week she found her way to a colleague’s door. Wary of the string of hard luck story tellers, he had quizzed her and she had pleaded with him to phone me. He called and I felt I should offer some sort of apology that she should have arrived at his door, that he should have to cope with the conversations that would arise. Encounters with Deirdre brought a sense of frustration with the welfare system and anger at a Constitution that protects abusive husbands.
Deirdre called one day in the spring two years ago. Her oldest child was to make her confirmation in the Catholic church in the area where they lived and her husband had (again) spent the entire household budget in bars and bookmakers. The Department of Social Welfare had written to her to say that the benefits received by the household meant she was above the cut off point for receiving a grant to buy the child some new clothes for the occasion.
Deirdre’s right eye was almost closed over. “He’s thumped you again?”
“You should see my back – it’s black and blue.”
“Why do you put up with it?”
She stared away into the middle distance. “Sometimes he is all right. Sometimes he is nice to me.”
“Sometimes he’s not. Is there no refuge to go to?”
“There is, but they can only accommodate four; I have five children.”
“I’ve known you ten years; where are you going to be in ten years’ time?”
It was a stupid question. She could hardly think about next week, let alone ten years.
“Can’t you put him out?”
“His name is on the rent book. The guards say that they can do nothing, if it is his house. They cannot put him out of his own house. You can phone them and ask them about it, if you don’t believe me.” Without hesitation, she reeled off the number of the Garda station – she had obviously had reason to call the number.
“Couldn’t you call down to the refuge? Maybe one morning a week; ask them if you could just call in for a cup of coffee?”
“Sure what would I say? I would have nothing to talk to them about. They would look at me and think I was some fool and I would just sit there and say nothing. They would look down on me.”
“You would go and talk to them just the way you talk to me. Sure, I’ve been to three universities; if you can come and talk to me, you can talk just as easily to them.”
“It’s not the same.”
“They would be friendly. Just tell them what you’re going through and ask if you can just call and talk to someone over a cup of coffee, just for an hour. Will you promise me you’ll do that?”
“You know I’m honest with you. I can’t keep that promise, so I’m not going to make it.”
“Would you at least think about it? You can’t live the rest of your life like this.”
“Maybe.”
I got together some money. It would be pointless to try to force a promise.
I vowed that I would contact someone; phone the refuge or something. I didn’t. What would they have done? What could they have done? If the guards were powerless, a small women’s group would not have been able to do much.
The words of the Constitution have a very hollow ring at times:
Article 411. The State recognises the Family as the natural primary and fundamental unit group of Society, and as a moral institution possessing inalienable and imprescriptible rights, antecedent and superior to all positive law.
2. The State, therefore, guarantees to protect the Family in its constitution and authority, as the necessary basis of social order and as indispensable to the welfare of the Nation and the State.
What about the inalienable right of a woman not to be thumped by her husband? What about the inalienable rights of children to live free from fear? What about the future of a family trapped in daily misery?
Ian Poulton is the rector of the Church of Ireland parishes of Clonenagh Group in Co Laois and Co Offaly, and a canon of Saint Patrick’s National Cathedral, Dublin. He writes a blog, where this piece first appeared. ‘Deirdre’ is a pseudonym.
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The main thing is that the conversation has started in Government on how best to stop the Ukrainians taking advantage of us Irish taxpayers.
We love our new friends in Treasure Ireland,very friendly and generous,
Make sure the jet is big enough to make it to China, last time Eamon Ryan traveled there to celebrate St Patrick’s Day he was forced to book a carbon-heavy 1st class seat with the general public on board the plane, how unfitting for an Irish government minister, and make sure it can be fueled by cabbage juice to keep the Greens happy, not one of this extremely polluting fossil fuel powered private jets.
@john dennehy: So you have a problem with Ireland,a tiny part free island at the end of Europe and the whole world celebrating our day and government ministers going around the world to further our country or you just want to have a go at the green party which is fine but it’s very important we milk every st Patrick’s Day around the world for our island of Ireland
@Daniel Roche: No, I have a problem with Eamon Ryan flying 1st class when every other day he is preaching to the rest of us about reducing our carbon footprints to save the planet, Eamon should practice what he preaches and lead by example and he should also know first-class tickets on a long-haul flight emits, on average, four times as much as an economy seat or maybe he just forgets these facts when it suits him and can’t wait to jump on the governments new private jet for his next jolly.
The real problem was the make it up as you go along refugee crisis just to make Martin and Varadkar appear to be world statesmen , until reality caught up with them .
A small country like lreland doesn’t need a jet or any other kind of aircraft that what is rong with this country
@John Boyle: It does really,the jet isn’t just used for our government.
Definitely have to limit the amount the amount we are paying the refugees met loads recently in my local all having a laugh and drinking shorts of whiskey to beat the band €8 a short , talked to a few of them and most said why would they need to work if we are so generous with our social welfare payments that really P***ed me being self employed having to make my oven living yet other get all for free they should be cut off and made to contribute like any others as we are not a charity this is tax payers money and I pay my taxes , enough is enough we need a radical change Ireland is like a refugee hotel most living the life of Reilly
What are all their advisors doing?. Do they not communicate with one another?.
It’s a lazy excuse.
So rain in October in Ireland is proof that climate change is here & now…sweet Jesus!!!
‘He ‘had’ to travel on a commercial flight …’
And?
So the plane broke down, he got stranded so they all got confused and started shouting at each other.
Thank god it wasn’t anything serious!
And on Micheal Martin’s planet that all makes perfect sense and he did a wonderful job yet again.May he never have to face reality or he’s in for some shock.
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