For those heathens among you out there, the Angelus is a prayer, one minute long, that’s supposed to be recited every twelve hours or something like that. It’s interspersed by an infuriating bonging of a bell, which makes me feel like throwing my shoe at the TV set as I await for what passes for news on RTE, Ireland’s public broadcaster. (Similar in every way to the BBC in Britain and PBS in the US).
To take your mind off the infernal bonging, RTE shows a number of vignettes, typical scnes of Irish life today. Naturally this includes the ‘New Irish’. Now you might imagine that the sixty seconds would be taken up with cultural enrichers receiving an assignment of drugs from Nigeria, or a group of them in a welfare queue, or heading off on a taxpayer-funded vacation to the very village they fled for their lives from before coming to Ireland.
Instead we get a black lady. Which for RTE is Good and GOOD.
And she’s a special lady:
She’s a hardworking efficient employee: How do we know this? Because we see her, working all alone until the sun goes down, all the lazy Paddies having long since abandoned their posts.
She’s highly intelligent: How do we know this? Because she’s operating a complex looking computer terminal, and she gazes into the distance in an intelligent kind of way.
She’s sensitive and family oriented: How do we know this? Because, dewy-eyed, she lets her gaze fall on the picture of a sibling/relative on her desk.
She’s a conscientious corporate citizen: How do we know this? Because she carefully turns out all the office lights before she finally calls it a day and leaves.
So now. The New Irish aren’t what you thought they were, are they?