So Cara Dillon had to pass British Army checkpoints on her way to school near Stroke City. So did everybody. I reported from Ireland in the early 70s and was regularly insulted (along with Irish women with whom they equated me) until, in desperation to get through the barricades, I had to produce my British passport. I lived on the Falls Road and was thus very aware of the imbalance and discrimination. I loathe the song There Were Roses. It is a ridiculous simplification of what is, historically, a centuries-old class issue whereby it suited the Protestant ascendancy to divide the Irish working class against each other on religious lines. Thus neatly carved into two chunks, they could never unite as a class and win overall civil rights.