These words were spoken at a concert held at the Point Arena, Dublin, by a local man named Pat Ingoldsby.

No More

You do not have a mandate from me.
No matter what your reasons are for killing people,
     you do not do it for me.
I do not wish my name to be
     on your guns or knives or bombs or bullets.
I have remained silent for too long.
I am guilty of the awful ambivalence.

'The ould enemy'
'Who broke the Treaty of Limerick before the ink was dry?'
'Perfidious Albion.'
'Burn everything British but their coal.'

That is what we learned down here and some of it sticks.
I have not had my brothers or sisters tortured
     until they begged to die
I have not seen my father shot dead in the bath.
I don't know what it is like to live in the middle
     of raw hatred and gut-churning fear.
I don't know what the solution is.
I probably don't know enough.

I do know what fear feels like.
It feels like when I said no to the hard-faced man
     with the collection box in the Dublin pub.
It feels like right now
     as I write these words
     and break my long silence and say
''You do not have a mandate from me.
No matter what your reasons are for killing people
     you do not do it for me.''

I have got the right to say this.
I always had.
You do not represent me
     even though for a long time
     my passive silence seemed
     to tell you that you did.

Do not do it in my name.
Do not do it at all.
No more.
No more.
No more.

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