01/07/2026
Sometimes there just aren’t any words. In the Irish harping tradition however, there are laments. They have so often been written for the innocent and brave people we have lost in the long fight against colonialism, racism, slavery and other forms of tyranny. I dedicate this lament to the young mother shot today by ICE, the university students shot yesterday in the genocide in Palestine, the ongoing genocide of indigenous Americans, the victims of genocide in Sudan and Congo, my Roma and Sinti brothers and sisters lost in unrecognized, ongoing genocides and so many more good people who did not deserve what they are facing and standing up to. This is a space for grief.
