Anti-Irish quotes throughout history

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Part of this was posted in the OP. It is the editorial of the London Times (then very much the organ of the British Establishment) on the Famine:

"They are going. They are going with a vengeance. Soon a Celt will be as rare in Ireland as a Red Indian on the streets of Manhattan...Law has ridden through, it has been taught with bayonets, and interpreted with ruin. Townships levelled to the ground, straggling columns of exiles, workhouses multiplied, and still crowded, express the determination of the Legislature to rescue Ireland from its slovenly old barbarism, and to plant there the institutions of this more civilized land."

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"It's a great deal"

Chopper Chopra's contemptuous regard for our intelligence.

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Max Hastings in the Daily Mail on the Bloody Sunday report:

"No nation on Earth possesses a talent promoting its grievances to match that of the Irish ... However frank is Lord Saville's report, it would be rash to anticipate much Irish goodwill or gratitude for it. Republicans do not do goodwill or gratitude for it."

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John Fitzgibbon, Earl of Clare, urging adoption of the Act of Union in Grattan's Parliament, 10th February 1800.

“The whole power and property of (Ireland) has been conferred by successive monarchs of England upon an English colony, composed of three sets of English adventurers who poured into this country at the termination of three successive rebellions. Confiscation is their common title; and from their first settlement they have been hemmed in on every side by the old inhabitants of the island, brooding over their discontents in sullen indignation.”

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This Eavan Boland poem features anti-Irish feeling by a prominent British civil servant in the 1800s

The Famine Road
'Idle as trout in light Colonel Jones

these Irish, give them no coins at all; their bones
need toil, their characters no less.' Trevelyan's
seal blooded the deal table. The Relief
Committee deliberated: 'Might it be safe,
Colonel, to give them roads, roads to force
from nowhere, going nowhere of course?

'one out of every ten and then
another third of those again
women - in a case like yours.'

Sick, directionless they worked fork, stick
were iron years away; after all could
they not blood their knuckles on rock, suck
April hailstones for water and for food?
Why for that, cunning as housewives, each eyed-
as if at a corner butcher - the other's buttock.

'anything may have caused it, spores,
a childhood accident; one sees
day after day these mysteries.'

Dusk: they will work tomorrow without him.

They know it and walk clear. He has become
a typhoid pariah, his blood tainted, although
be shares it with some there. No more than snow
attends its own flakes where they settle
and melt, will they pray by his death rattle

'You never will, never you know
but take it well woman, grow
your garden, keep house, good-bye.'

'It has gone better than we expected, Lord
Trevelyan, sedition, idleness, cured
in one; from parish to parish, field to field;
the wretches work till they are quite worn.
then fester by their work; we march the corn
to the ships in peace. This Tuesday I saw bones
our of my carriage window. Your servant Jones.'

'Barren, never to know the load
of his child in you, what is your body
now if not a famine road? '