Viewed from at least a dozen different phone perspectives, video of youths ramming a stolen car into a Garda vehicle was shocking as dozens of ecstatic, delighted onlookers goaded the driver.
What followed after that was probably less shocking. Among the pledges to address anti-social behavior in the area were many mentions of the “good” people of Cherry Orchard.
These are the people who are mostly forgotten in the hand-wringing hysteria about local jobs, while people like to denounce their neighborhood, their home, as a no-go area.
I come from an area of Dublin that others will routinely refer to as ‘bad’. Until I was 14 I lived in Corduff in Blanchardstown and went to school in Mulhuddart; Territories often referred to in the media when discussing the “Westies” gangland feud.
Every now and then, news about Blanchardstown brings me right back to the area I haven’t lived in for three decades. I will see the church where I celebrated my first communion, the chopper’s place that brought a lot of excitement to our house every Saturday, and the park where we played.
Topographically, Corduff looks very similar to Cherry Orchard. I remember the odd burnt-out car, the abandoned horse tied to a lamppost, the occasional boarded-up house. And yet it was a magical childhood, packed with the very best people striving to create a great, safe, and thriving community.
Our estate consisted mainly of young families with parents who were gardaí, teachers, nurses, hairdressers or truck drivers. Elderly people on the street became infatuated, hardly left alone for a second.
There was the “chic” family (so described because they had a little backyard), the person who ran the community games, the person who made incredible Irish stew, the lucky kid up the street who had a SodaStream.
Everyone was very proud of their home and family. In the face of tragedy or adversity, residents banded together in a way I have not seen in any area I have lived in since. We were in and out of each other’s houses all the time; a beautiful flowing stem.
I was too young to notice the slow creeping in of anti-social behavior, and our family had left the area—for “posh” Carpenterstown—by the time I actually heard about the Westies.
I think of my former neighbors who lived happily and peacefully together for decades and wonder how it feels when their corner of the world is ravaged over and over again as a ‘kip’ full of criminals or drug addicts.
It must be excruciatingly annoying to have to live next to these thugs and criminals who are reducing the whole area to rubble. To think that they feel insecure or live in fear after giving so much to the area for so long feels terribly unfair.
As an adult I moved on to other parts of Dublin which are better described in the Daft.ie Promoted as green ‘desirable’ areas – Rathmines, Ranelagh, Kilmainham. I don’t think I’ve met a single neighbor in any of these areas while living there. And when it came down to it, I had to look further afield for help.
Much like Cherry Orchard, it’s hard to deny that antisocial behavior and crime are a real scourge in Dublin 15. But when people mention the “good” about the area, there’s a lot more to this seemingly empty platitude than meets the eye.
More importantly, one faction is slightly superior to the other.
Nicola Peltz is fighting a losing battle with Victorious Beckham
If you’ve been caught up in various royal family feuds over the past two weeks, chances are you’ve missed the weirdness of the beef Victoria Beckham is said to be having with her new daughter-in-law, Nicola Peltz.
After months of sharing sweet nothings on Instagram, it has been reported that a post-Peltz cold war is brewing between the two
chose not to wear a VB wedding dress, opting for Valentino instead.
The media reported that Beckham “spooked” her son’s fiancée in the run-up to the wedding.
More recently, a cover of Tatler with Peltz and the headline “The New Mrs. Beckham” appears at the proto-Mrs. Beckham didn’t go down too well.
Granted, it’s not a war that’s going to keep most sane people up at night, but there’s something compelling about the passive aggressiveness of this particular low-stakes melee.
Anyway, I’ve wondered about the nature of fights between women and their mothers-in-law.
Mothers always seem to hold their sons’ hearts, sacred marriage or not.
And indeed, Victoria Beckham, the originally pushy stage mom, has always been a formidable opponent in this regard.
Peltz quickly realizes that in the battle between what drives “Brand Beckham” to continue and, well, your feelings, there can only ever be one winner.
Molly-Mae Hague the mother of all influencers
It’s only been a few days since Molly-Mae Hague announced her pregnancy on Instagram, but we were already privy to some pretty high-quality related content.
Most striking is a very glossy video of Hague revealing her pregnancy to partner Tommy Fury with a positive pregnancy test and lots of upbeat piano music.
The end result is an evocative black and white video that truly rivals Federico Fellini.
We’re only a few days into MollyMaeBabyPalooza, but make no mistake, this has unlocked a whole new level of mumfluencer.
https://www.independent.ie/opinion/comment/people-like-the-garda-car-ramming-thugs-in-cherry-orchard-giving-good-areas-a-bad-name-42025195.html People like the crooks in Cherry Orchard who ram cars give “good” neighborhoods a bad name