The question this begs is, "Have you"? It is difficult to believe you can speak credibly to these circumstances unless you yourself have lived under such conditions. I'll give you, if you do live in Ireland, there have been times in the last 30 years -- more than your lifetime -- that such circumstances arose for a short time. However, your parents lived through a turmoil far more violent than you would have experienced in your own life, so again, the question again is, how can you speak credibly, and ask such questions, if you yourself haven't experienced them?
My father was beaten nearly to death in his own home. My mother and I suffered sectarian abuse for nearly twenty years. We had to relocate several times because my little brother and I would get stones thrown at us in the streets. I've been beaten up I don't know how many times. My best friend's father was shot fourteen times with an assault rifle at his front door. My grandfather was shot twice by the British army. I've had friends who've had their "knees done" by paramilitary organizations, had to have reconstructive surgery because they've been beaten so badly, shot with rubber bullets. They take you down to some dark alleyway, push you up against a wall, and put a bullet through the back of each knee.
I remember driving up the coast and there was a slogan on one of the footbridges above, that read "our snipers shoot on sight". I remember my friend being pushed up against a wall at the back of an old house and having his arm snapped with a baseball bat. A close family friend had her father shot dead in her front living room, while she watched. They told her "if you tell anyone about this, you'll be next". For years I couldn't (like many people) walk through parts of the city because of the religious banner attached to me, even though I've never been religious. I've had gangs of ten or more jump me on my walk home from work. "We see you here again and we'll kill you".
My ex girlfriend's mother and father (as well as my own) couldn't get a job for years because of a cultural employment policy that discriminated against them. Family friends turned to dealing drugs or slinging bric-a-brac for the same reasons.
When I was three, the family next door lobbed broken bricks over my back fence and nearly killed my little brother. At the age of fifteen I was diagnosed with PTSD and had severe panic attacks for years.
I've been beat up, bullied, abused, kicked around, discriminated against, threatened, mocked, ridiculed, demeaned. I've had to up and leave my home because of thugs that spraypainted threatening messages on our front wall. We would walk to the shops and they spat at our feet. I've had many a friend commit suicide (is it any wonder why?). I've had to work hard to educate
myself, to buy my own clothes, pay for my own travel, my own social life, my own things, from the age of 15, because I lived in poverty most of my life; my family could just about afford the rent, food and utilities bills. If I wanted to escape it all, I had to work hard for it.
You know kids here, as young as three, have a worryingly high rate of depression compared to nearly every other developed nation in Europe. I've been through that, too.
And it's only given me more sympathy for others who have to face things like that; immigrants, refugees, victims of conflict. It doesn't help to mistreat these people. Conflict doesn't cease by conflict.
You know, the Troubles ended officially in 1998. I was born well before that, and I've seen some pretty horrific things. Just because I didn't live through the very worst of it, when bombs were going off daily, doesn't mean it disappeared the moment they signed the agreement. It didn't. It still hasn't. There has been animosity in this country since the moment it was partitioned, and on some level, it probably won't ever go away.
Shootings, beatings, murders, threats, vandalism, sectarianism. It all still happens.