Then there are those who carry the memories of the injustices that were foisted upon their forebears by an evil foreign nation that unleashed the fury of the 'Black and Tans' upon them, an army of brutal convicts who were released from their gaols to persecute a defenceless population merely because they refused to be subjugated.
Those who hold fast to the dignity of the freedom which was (and still is) embedded in their very hearts and can never be bound by foreign chains.
Whose forbears were burned from their homes,tortured and slaughtered when they resisted, whose cries still haunt the memories of those they left behind.
Out of those who DID succumb to the will of the invaders, came the family 'Paisley' and 'His Reverence' is the end product of a line which began in the darker days of persecution and deprivation, days when honest men were bludgeoned to death for refusing to dispense with their own language.
For, it is said that one of Ian Paisley's forebears, was seen a'scurrying and a'skittering like a travelling rat through a narrow 'Bohereen' in the 'Beara Peninsula' of 'County Cork', clutching a loaf of bread and a bowl of soup in the 'Times of the Famine'.
At what cost to his own countrymen did he feast upon the 'Bribery' of the 'Black and Tans', how often was he NOT seen a'scurrying and a'skittering ?.
Small wonder that 'These Days', there are those folk of 'Irish' descent living in territories where the colours of 'The Butcher's Apron' are emblazoned upon the 'Kerb-stones', who do not know whether they be 'English' or 'Irish', BUT, they are not ALL like that, "Thanks be to Jayzus" says Patrick Muldoon.