This is the second part of the documentary examining the horror and genocide of An Gorta Mór. The first instalment can be found here: https://rebelvoiceblog.wordpress.com/2018/01/05/an-gorta-mor-the-great-famine-part-1/ – If you care, give it a share –
This is the first of two documentaries that look into the tragedy that was the Great Famine of Ireland in the mid-nineteenth century. Although the island was rich with food, 1 million died as a result of a lack of nutrition, most from disease brought on by weakened health. As 1.5 million of the most […]
As even the most casual observer takes a look at our global societies, it can be seen that there remains a terrible shortage of care and protection for the most vulnerable of our species, our children. In the UK, for example, schools are still being closed as the number of children increases. In 2012, there […]
Evo Morales is a true world leader. As an indigenous statesman, he has observed and experienced the horrors and hardship of both colonialism and its legacy, and the effects of capitalism. When Morales speaks, he speaks strong words that make sense to all who possess that faculty. Latin America has had, and still has, many […]
In Venezuela, the capitalists – who are also the ones fomenting the current unrest – own huge plantations that produce the nations basic food staples. They can play with the quantities as they see fit. Such tactics cause untold problems for the people and the government. As such capitalists, aka the Surplass, wish to see […]
It was better before Ma says the wind’s coming, the bad wind. But I see nothing wrong. It’s very warm today. My best friend and his grubby little brother have gone. Their wrinkled Grandpa lives somewhere safe they said. Da is dead. The cough got him. I […]
Rebel Voice was listening to an Irish radio station recently, and it had a piece about a job that was on offer involving nothing other than cuddling cats. I shit you not, cuddling cats. The idea was that, after surgery, the felines need some human contact to reassure them. The clinic that was seeking a […]
The Mystic’s Recollection By Fionn’s table, the Traveller sat In dreams, though not his own To gaze below on a tortured land Of brick and barn and bone, Where he thought sad thoughts, It was all he had, A burden carried sore That anchored deep The days passed by When afflicted cried ‘no more’. […]
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