Ashling Murphy was brutally murdered around 4 p.m. Wednesday, but the gravity of her death didn’t strike me until nearly 24 hours later.
n horrific crime, a terrible way to leave this life so full, whose profession as an elementary school teacher adds an extra layer of brutality that seems like it could be a seminal moment for Irish women and Should be.
As a newspaper editor on Wednesday evenings and nights for me, Ashling was a news story. That is its cold nature.
Come Thursday morning, absorbing the reaction and hearing the fear of Irish women in the airwaves and on social media, it really began to sink in.
As the father of two girls, one a naive, grumpy, scatter-brained 10-year-old and the other a pandemic child, who is only now getting to know the world outside of her tiny family bubble, I fear for them. It seemed ,
Apart from the normal parental fear for a child, I should have no fear for them. In the long run, my girls should never experience the direct fear that is associated with my second-hand concerns.
Usually on the way home from school, my daughter Robin would fill me in with what she learned and what games she made up for her to play in the yard with her friends. Happy yuppy. We listened to RTE on Thursday live line As Dr. Niamy Cummins overcomes the horrors he experienced on two separate occasions in his early 20s.
Dr Cummins reported being chased by a man through a Waterford wood while she herself was running – she escaped only by jumping into the fern and making no sound. Her story of being left alone and chased by five drunk American men in a pick-up truck in the J1 summer in Cape Cod was even more terrifying—running away and running away only to jump into trees and bushes again.
Maybe not what a 10-year-old should hear on the way home from school and maybe the innocence I have has been lost as a result – but it felt like it was a necessary conversation.
However, the conversation wasn’t about Robin making sure that as she gets older, she doesn’t have to walk alone, run alone, not make sure she has her phone and her The key is in his hand.
Much innocence had already been lost, and it would never have been his fault, God forbid, ever to have him or his sister or any woman he knew. It would be man’s fault, and men should never treat women like any other than princesses or queens. It is being broken into the language of a little girl.
Now, we need to change the narrative about feminism in Ireland – we need leadership from our men. Not our men in leadership positions, we need our men to make sure we never talk about someone like Ashling Murphy again. everyone of us.
Incredibly, the NotAllMen hashtag was trending on Twitter in the 24 hours following Ashling’s murder. Undoing the hateful reaction on social media in the comment sectionsNews reports and elsewhere about falling ill still provide an insight into the mentality of some Irish men.
Because while it may not be all men, it always has to be men – and that can’t be denied by @John56379s of out-of-this-world, anonymous internet trolls who rear their heads to only go at women .
The names of women victims of male violence in the country are well known.
Some of these victims were killed by people they knew well, some they thought they knew, some they knew or some they didn’t know from Adam.
But what they were all about, were men.
And where does this leave us as a nation now? This leaves our mothers, sisters and daughters to live in an heightened state of dread, even going so far as to run in broad daylight in a busy area.
This is a blot on our nation, it is a great shame for our country, and it needs to end now – we need to at least educate our youth, our teenage men and our little boys that Our women are to be nurtured, not to be preyed upon.
Our women need to be persuaded, not harassed. Built, not down. They need to be loved and loved, not black and blue, and certainly not to be murdered.
Let Ashlinga be the one whose death does not go in vain. Let this moment in our, frankly, disgusting history of the treatment of women, be the moment we change for the better.
Never forget Ashling.