In college, I used to go drink Guinness at a nearby Irish pub, where traditional musicians played, and we clapped and danced and sang along – songs about love, songs about drinking, songs about killing the English. Anti-English sentiment in this type of pub culture is usually a trope, not an emotional reality. It’s a way of keeping solidarity with oppressed people, connecting with history, maybe of catharsis. I’ve got English and Irish both mixed up in my heredity, and... Read more