Considered by many Ireland's most important revolutionary, James Connolly devoted his life to struggles against exploitation, oppression, and imperialism. Active in workers' movements in the United States, Scotland , and Ireland, Connolly was a peerless organizer, sharp polemicist, and highly original thinker. His positions on the relationship between national liberation and socialism, revolution in colonized in colonized and under developed economies, and women's liberation in particular were often decades ahead of their time. This collection seeks to return Connolly to his proper place in Irish and global history, and to inspire activists, students, and those interested in history today with his vision of an Ireland and world free from militarism, injustice, and deprivation.
James Connolly (Irish: Séamas Ó Conghaile) was an Irish socialist leader. He was born in the Cowgate area of Edinburgh, Scotland, to Irish immigrant parents. He left school for working life at the age of 11, but became one of the leading Marxist theorists of his day. Though proud of his Irish background, he also took a role in Scottish and American politics. He was executed by a British firing squad because of his leadership role in the Easter Rising of 1916.
This volume includes the entire text of "Labour in Irish History," which is otherwise out of print and is a fascinating take on the cultural roots of the Irish labor struggle and its connection to Irish nationalism.
Some men, faint-hearted, ever seek Our programme to retouch, And will insist, whene’er they speak That we demand too much. ’Tis passing strange, yet I declare Such statements give me mirth, For our demands most moderate are, We only want the earth.
“Be moderate,” the trimmers cry, Who dread the tyrants’ thunder. “ You ask too much and people fly From you aghast in wonder.” ’Tis passing strange, for I declare Such statements give me mirth, For our demands most moderate are, We only want the earth.
Our masters all a godly crew, Whose hearts throb for the poor, Their sympathies assure us, too, If our demands were fewer. Most generous souls! But please observe, What they enjoy from birth Is all we ever had the nerve To ask, that is, the earth.
The “labour fakir” full of guile, Base doctrine ever preaches, And whilst he bleeds the rank and file Tame moderation teaches. Yet, in despite, we’ll see the day When, with sword in its girth, Labour shall march in war array To realize its own, the earth.
For labour long, with sighs and tears, To its oppressors knelt. But never yet, to aught save fears, Did the heart of tyrant melt. We need not kneel, our cause is high Of true men there's no dearth And our victorious rallying cry Shall be we want the earth!
A broad gamut of Connolly's writing. Some of the subjects feel tied to a particular time and place (ah, the Ulster question, got it), but some of it - particularly "Socialism Made Easy" - rings just as potent a hundred years later. Required for Irish patriots and historians.