Terrorism in Nortehern Ireland

Ever since I started college I knew I was going to be doing countless hours of research and writing essays by the boatload. While doing this assignment I have learned quite a while. How charming a criminal can be to the point where his own victim marries him. How creative people can get when seeking revenge or better yet, how an 11 year old boy can kill another being out of boredom just because he wanted to know how it felt. And as gruesome and all this knowledge might be is all true and pretty simple to understand thanks to the master minds who post it on the internet. Some of these people include journalist, historian’s professors and other fellow students. It wasn’t till I had to write this paper that all of that went out the window.

I decided I wanted a challenge but this time I out did my self. The purpose of this essay was to talk about terrorism in a certain place in the world. I chose Northern Ireland since I know nothing about it other than there is Irish people and that they celebrate my favorite holiday after my birthday and Christmas which is St. Patrick’s. Then I thought there has to be more than red heads and leprechauns to this place. As I started my research I was automatically confused. I found my self reading between the lines of a war kind of like a West Side Story but a lot more serious.

A war that to me made no sense what so ever. The words of the computer monitor rushed through my eyes. I found that just like in the movie there are two sides to the story or two groups. Instead of gangs like the SHARKS and the JETS it was the Catholics and the Protestants that caused the chaos. My confusion and stress level grew higher and higher because what I understood was senseless. Theses people were fighting over religion land & laws for about 30 years. Could this really be? Can the one thing that makes you an individual be the same reason that can take your freedom rights and even your very life away?

The two groups regardless of being