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Gangly Gerald Conlon is a young Northern Irishman going through all the normal foibles of adolescence--stealing scrap metal, starting riots, having his kneecaps threatened by the IRA--until his father ships him to London to 'straighten out'. When a series of IRA bombs terrorizes the city, Gerry is one of four Irishmen wrongly accused, tortured, railroaded, and imprisoned by the nasty Brits. Gerry's da is imprisoned along with Gerry, and later dies in jail, all of which makes for excellent drama and is a great showcase for Lewis' mesmerizing intensity...
...that. But this is safe. It's just like air." Of course, laughing gas isn't the only remedy at his disposal. There are injections of Dilaudid, doses of hallucinogens, various vials of white powder, a pack of Benson & Hedges and a daily highball. "I'm an Irishman," he declares. "I can handle my liquor! Whaddaya...
...began so penniless, oppressed and spurned as the Irish Catholics did when they first arrived, or worked and languished in worse conditions. Irish considered themselves the blacks of Europe and black freedmen viewed themselves, according to some literature of the day, comfortably superior in position to that of the Irishman. Somewhere in the crucible of New England urban labor competition, the Irish forged a new white identity for themselves to ensure their place next to native born whites...
...thing about this very modern melodrama is that it was played out among the septuagenarians on the board of Grace, whose founder, Irishman William Grace, started the venture back in 1854 by shipping bird dung from Peru to the U.S. for use as fertilizer. Perhaps more predictably, last week's admission came only after weeks of obfuscation on the part of the troubled company. The $5 billion conglomerate, which produces everything from plastics to kidney-dialysis equipment, initially blamed Bolduc's abrupt departure on "differences of style and philosophy...
Michael Kennedy, an Irishman in Tokyo to train Japanese jockeys, boarded the B711T at Roppongi station and saw that the spot had turned into "a pool of oily water on the floor. I noticed this quite offensive smell that I can't really describe." Others smelled it too and edged away. By Kamiyacho station, 11 minutes after the strange man had boarded, commuters panicked. Says Matthias Vukovich, an Austrian student who was in the car: "Everyone just ran off, and I didn't know what was going on. Someone yelled, 'It's gas!'" Looking back, Vukovich, whose eyes and head...