As an Irish Montrealer, naming a Griffintown landmark after Bernard Landry feels like an insult

UPDATE: Since CBC Montreal publishedthispiece in November, workers on thefuture REM station in Pointe-Saint-Charles havediscovered human remainsnear the Black Rock the site where some 6,000 Irish famine refugees who died of typhus are buried.

The Fdration Histoire Qubecthen penned an open letter to Montreal Mayor Valrie Plante, echoing the Montreal Irish community's opposition to a plan to name the Griffintown REM station after former premier Bernard Landry.

On Dec.8, Donovan King and other members of the Irish community gathered at the Black Rock to press their case once again for a memorial park to honour Irish typhus victims.

My Irish ancestors purchased five burial plots in the Catholic cemetery on Mount Royal, and yet there is almost nobody left in Montrealto occupy those plotswhen we pass.

I was born into an Irish Montreal family in NDG in 1972, shortly after the October Crisis.

By then, most of our extended family had already been displaced, having left for the U.S. duringthe first stirrings of the Quiet Revolution, but as a young man, my father returned here to escape the Vietnam draft.

It was a time of extreme linguistic and cultural tension. For example, when I was five, with the wave of a magic "Bill 101" wand, Montreal was transformed from a bilingual city into a unilingual French metropolis. Hundreds of thousands of anglophones left the province, including many with Irish roots.

Like many Irish Montreal families, we gradually"moved up" from working-class enclaveslike Griffintown, Saint-Henri and the Pointe.

My family hopped around from LaSalle to Pincourt and finally, to Pointe-Claire, where I grew up.

Being Irish, there was always a sense of loss about the past.

During one visit to my grandparents in the United States, I told my grandmother that I wanted to learn Gaeilge, the Irish language.

"Don't bother," she said. "It's a dead language. Learn German or something more useful."

The fight for our famine cemeteries

My father often spoke of distant and lost relatives, lost Irish history and the lost Irish language. Hewas pessimistic about the political situation in Quebec and suggested that one day that his three sons would all move away to greener pastures.

He was wrong. Two out of three of us, mybrother Matthew and I, stayed.

Jason was the only one to leave for Dublin.Henow works with the Irish National Trust. His focus is on famine research an important topic in Montreal where the cemeteries where 6,000 Irish famine refugees who died of typhus when they got here are either unmarked or all but forgotten.

In 2014, I wrote a blog called Montreal Irish Memorial Park Foundation needs support to right a historical wrong,urgingcitizens to contact the mayor to do something about the disgraceful lack of a commemoration for the Irish refugees buried there.

As a result, the Montreal Irish Monument Park Foundation invited me to join its board of directors. I gladly accepted.

I also wrote an academic paper and co-founded a tour company called Griffin Tours with fellow Irish Montrealer, Caitie Moynan. It includes Irish Montreal excursions, along with Haunted Montreal ghost tours and other gems.

I have also given speeches and attended public consultations to try and get stakeholders to consult the Irish community before doing anything that affects our heritage. Thatheritage is being erased at an alarming rate, triggering bad memories of the wholesale destruction of Griffintown in the 1960s, courtesy of former mayor Jean Drapeau.

"Don't worry, the Irish community will be consulted," we are told by officials, but it rarely happens.

Case in point: the recent proposal by MayorValriePlante to name the Griffintown REM station after Bernard Landry came out of the blue, with no consultation whatsoever.

While I ama huge fan of Plante's work at social inclusion, this proposal has thoroughly rankled the Irish community and feelslike a swift kick in the teeth. Why? Because the former Parti Qubcois premier hadabsolutely no connection to the Griff and he also had a dark history of berating immigrants, as noted by the media worldwide, eventhe New York Times, after the 1995 referendum.

We don't want the neighborhood that our ancestors built from the ground up, including the Lachine Canal and Victoria Bridge, branded with that name.

The Irish are a highly resilient and adaptable people we are everywhere on this planet. An estimated 40 per cent of old stock Quebecers have Irish in their blood, experts say.

The Irish traditionally have great respect for immigrants, Indigenous peoples and different language groupsaroundthe globe.

Furthermore, we will often raise our collective voices in solidarity with others. We work to support our allies, the Kanienkehka (Mohawk) First Nation, on whose unceded territory we live. We will never forget the gesture of solidarity when, in 1847, the Mohawk people raised $150 in Irish Famine relief, anenormous sum at the time from a fellow nation also impoverished and oppressed due to colonization.

We invite all Quebecers to celebrate Irish culture

Now for the good news.

A resurgence of Irish culture is unfolding in Montreal. It's partly thanks to the creation of the Concordia University Irish Studies program a decade ago. Also, Irish Montrealers just keep forming new organizations, like the Bloomsday Festival, for example.

We welcome all Quebecers to taste our culture at any Irish pub and join us at the St. Paddy's Day Parade and the annual Walk to the Black Rock, a pilgrimage on the third Sunday in May.

With over 25 Irish-Montreal organizations existing today, includingGaelic athletics, Irish dancing, film, music, language, literature, theatre, Wiccan and Catholic religious groups, and political groups not to mention our own Irish-Montreal walking tours our community is growing again.

There are so many ways to connect to our community, and even a person with no Irish roots is welcome to join in.

The Irish are among the warmest and most hospitable people on the planet, and we invite all Montrealers to join us in celebrating our culture.

ire go Brch! (Ireland, to the end of time.)