Instead again, it’s locked park Sunday Belfast
The line from Seamus Heaney’s Tate’s Avenue conjures memories of Protestant hegemony.
Be-hatted Free Presbyterian ladies gathering for the latest burst of demagoguery; men in shirts a collar size too small, carrying black leather bound Bibles from their shiny cars, polished the previous day. A photograph of swings chained up in a children’s park, a visual reminder that Sunday was not for enjoyment, that the King James Version held sway in this land, no matter whether you believed or not.
“Spare the rod …