AR: I think the thing I’m most proud of is being able to connect with so many people. I love when I get to see fans on the street or at different events and we can chat about things that are serious or laugh together right away. I’m most proud of that because through all the things that have changed in my life I’ve been able to remain present and stay true to myself and authentic to who I am..
CORLEY: It’s a really interesting, then so in the aftermath of this genocide, the kind of traditional gender roles were, I guess, the men were handing the money before. You now have the women handling the money. Does it play out in any other kind of way in everyday life there?.
Protestors at Stormont government buildings in Belfast during the peace process talks in 1998Get the biggest daily stories by emailSubscribeSee our privacy noticeMore newslettersThank you for subscribingWe have more newslettersShow meSee our privacy noticeCould not subscribe, try again laterInvalid EmailToday marks the 20th anniversary of the Good Friday Agreement, what been hailed as the greatest triumph of the Northern Ireland peace process.I a millennial, too young, most would say to have any profound memory or feelings about the conflict that ran from 1969 until I was primary 3.I was just gone 7 when it went ahead, but I have stark memories of the time before and after Good Friday.I remember British soldiers on the streets of Derry, and being taken by older cousins to watch riots between police and children, (almost always children), older than me, throwing bricks and bottles in the streets of my granny estate.I remember watching the news at dinner each night with images of men in balaclavas at crude makeshift press conferences, driving fear into my childish heart that one day these men would come for me and my family like the crying families in “big bad Belfast” that I saw almost nightly on the news.I remember my first tooth falling out on the morning it was announced Tony Blair would be the new Prime Minister, and I remember my daddy coming home to tell us that the secret service had been to his pub to scope it out for a potential photo op for Bill Clinton.(They lost out to another pub due to a faulty lock on an old back door that couldn be ruled out as a potential security hazard).My mother especially was devastated at losing out on her chance to meet “lovely” Bill.I remember deeply my own family view of the agreement.What we saw as an end to fighting and steps forward to some semblance of peace in our wee country so battered by divide.Like over 3000 other families, we had lost a loved one to conflict and didn want any other family to lose like we did.I remember my parents leaving to attend meetings, both political and community, to debate on the vote. I remember watching on TV those men and women being released from prisons up and down the country.Their families crying at the gates with their union jacks and tricolours blowing in the sun, and my daddy telling me they got a “free pass, a second go”.”We all evens now you see, Aoife.”What we live with now is an affront to those words my father told me when I was 7.The party who so vehemently lobbied against the GFA, the DUP, sit in the seat of power, or would do, if Northern Ireland had any of it own power at the minute.Sinn Fein have risen through the ranks in nationalist communities overtaking John Hume SDLP as the ones for traditionally Catholic voters.The parties are different. As a people now, we are different.What we are not, is “all evens”.