When you despair at how your country treats migrants, remember: you made our lives bearable
It is time to say thank you to Britain. We should have been saying it all along. Thank you for looking after Irish women when the Irish state would not, when Irish doctors could say nothing, offer no help, no advice, not even a phone number. Thank you to the hospital in Liverpool that looked after so many Irish women whose babies suffered fatal foetal abnormalities. Thank you for making them not feel like pariahs because their babies were going to die, but for affording them the proper and compassionate medical treatment that your doctors’ code requires. Thank you for taking all that sorrow and pain and folding it into your hearts without complaint, or racism, and with a complete absence of nationalistic or governmental ire.