The most powerful social histories of a country are usually those that weave the personal into them. Fintan O’Toole did it brilliantly with his memoir/Irish social history We Don’t Know Ourselves. Clair Wills, a cultural historian and Professor of English Literature at Cambridge, does it here with her memoir, Missing Persons, Or My Grandmother’s Secrets.
The word “secrets” is the operative word in the title and it does a lot of heavy lifting. What is it about Irish society’s obsession with silence and the layer upon layer of dark secrets buried in almost every Irish family? Speak to pretty much any Irish person and somewhere in their family’s history, they will have some unspeakable event or tragedy that has been largely buried but is now written into their DNA.
Wills approaches this question through the lens of her own family, its history of babies born to unwed mothers and the consequences of falling foul of Irish society’s obsession with respectability and sexual propriety from post-Famine mid 1800s through the 20th century.
She delves into her grandmother’s past in an attempt to uncover what motivated her grandmother’s rejection of her own grandchild, despite having found herself in similar circumstances as a young woman.
Certain words and themes crop up again and again in the book: sin, perversion, shame, stigma, respectability, control, sexual morality, illegitimacy, institutionalisation, proselytism, forced adoption, parish priest, nuns, county home, mother and baby home, penitentiary, secrets, secrets, secrets.
We’re a nation still in recovery and arguably, still in denial. Wills is rightly scathing of the Mother and Baby Homes Report which was a State-sponsored exercise in gaslighting, placing as it did the blame squarely with the families who put their daughters and sisters in these institutions, rather than with the Catholic Church and State, who colluded to create a hellish nightmare for women who had no choice but to live with secrets buried deep within.
Are we destined to repeat the mistakes of the past with the same organisations still at the helm of our state-funded schools and hospitals? For the vast majority of young parents today, accessing state-funded secular education is not an option available to them. Religious indoctrination in schools is still par for the course.
Back to the book. A couple of statistics stood out to me: the infant mortality rate in mother and baby “homes” was 5 times the national average. 10% of children in the 1960s joined the clergy, entering seminaries and convents. 10%!
This is an excellent (if at times repetitive) read written in a literary style. The repetition only reinforces the horrors though. While this isn’t necessarily the emotionally resonant read that Bessborough is, it’s a clear-eyed, stinging account of a society that stifled progress and basic human rights for too long and still needs to confront those horrors. 4/5⭐️