A powerful new play has just opened at Belfast’s Lyric theatre. The Border Game, by Michael Patrick and Oisín Kearney, is a fractured love story and a sharp political satire about the legacy of partition. Its setting is an abandoned customs hut on boggy ground beside a broken barbed-wire fence that marks the border between Northern Ireland, where Henry lives, and the Republic, where Sinead lives. The play is moving, honourable, and just a little bit messy. You get the impression the ending might change in the course of its run. But somehow this rawness at the edges seems quite befitting.
The former lovers, who still appear to be in love, attempt to tell each other why they separated, each of them wounded by the conviction that it was the choice of the other. They have survived, but they are haunted by the proximity of others who did not. There is a ruinous sense of responsibility to the dead. Resorting to desperate hilarity, they come up with a word: “Borderfucked. Twelve letters. The condition of being fucked economically, socially and psychologically due to the stroke of a pen. Common in Ireland, the Middle East, and all over the fucking world.”
The border in Ireland, Patrick and Kearney suggest, is misunderstood. “To Dublin it is a no man’s land, to Belfast it is a bog of culchies. To London, it is a place of bandits and criminals.” To the likes of Sinead and Henry it is home. Partition was anything but a clean break.
Brexit has ravaged unionism. A Protestant businessman from the border region told me recently: “The DUP didn’t want a deal. They wanted a border.” They got a border, but it wasn’t the one they wanted. Unionism’s leaders, all men again, gathered last week at the behest of the Orange Order on the steps of Stormont in a show of unity against the border in the Irish Sea. The unionist family lineup included a former loyalist paramilitary – Billy Hutchinson – alongside the leader of the Traditional Unionist Voice party, which berates the DUP for sharing power with Sinn Féin because that party includes former terrorists.
At the Tory party conference, the DUP talked tough at fringe events. Jeffrey Donaldson, the party’s leader, intimated again that if the government did not act, he could collapse the devolved institutions at Stormont. The DUP likes the sound of “triggering article 16”, but everyone knows the Brexit deal relies upon some version of the protocol surviving the months or years of wrangling that would follow. So unperturbed was Boris Johnson that he did not even mention the protocol in his speech. The EU is offering what it says are transformational changes. Meanwhile, the business sector wants stability.
Back home, the lord mayor of Belfast turned off all the lights at the City Hall this week to demonstrate disgust at the cruelty of the cut to universal credit. Northern Ireland’s NHS is teetering on the brink of collapse. Evidence is accumulating that Northern Ireland is failing and the British government does not care. Inevitably, nationalists, republicans and a growing number of others are looking to the prospect of a different kind of constitutional future. There is talk about the potential for a border poll that could bring the North out of the UK and into a new union with the Republic and within the EU, which a majority of Northern Irish voters never wanted to leave.
Referendums would be required in both jurisdictions on the island of Ireland. An Observer poll in August found that among Northerners, 49% would vote to remain in the UK, 42% would vote for a united Ireland, and 9% were undecided. Other polls show variations. Crucially, among those aged under 45 there is overwhelming support for unity.
In the North, several civil society organisations are advocating for a new Ireland. They hold public meetings, publish research, debate the merits of citizens’ assemblies, look at international models and consider timeframes. The debacle of the rushed Brexit vote stands as a warning. There is an emphasis on inclusiveness, and the approach taken is non-confrontational. For the most part, people are treading carefully.
There’s a ballad depicting the provinces of Ireland as four green fields, one of them stolen by strangers, and plenty of belligerent songs about the imperative to seize back those six Ulster counties, to make Ireland “a nation once again”. (read the full article at The Guardian)