US press: pick of the papers

The ten must-read opinion pieces from today's US papers.

1. Mitt Romney: Campaigner without a cause (Washington Post)

Santorum is his most serious challenger yet, says Michael Gerson.

2. From Bad to Worse in Egypt (Wall Street Journal)

The repression of civil society is far worse than anything seen under Hosni Mubarak, writes Daniel Calingaert.

3. The many faces of marriage in America (Los Angeles Post)

The same shift that occurred in opinions about interracial marriage -- from disapproval to approval -- is happening in attitudes about same-sex marriage, argues this editorial.

4. A Better Way to Buy Politicians (New York Times)

President Obama's recent endorsement of a Democratic "super PAC" -- Priorities USA -- that will support his re-election campaign makes one thing clear: money will dominate this year's election like no other in history, says Lindsay Mark Lewis.

5. Has the U.S. lost its will to compete in the global economy? (Washington Post)

Somehow, we need to adapt to a changed competitive landscape, writes Robert J. Samuelson.

6. Re-imagining U.S. infrastructure (Politico)

We need to go far beyond just repairing the systems and structures we have inherited, says this editorial.

7. Santorum's surge (Oregonian)

When this year's presidential campaign began, Rick Santorum looked like a fringe candidate, writes Doyle McManus.

8. Debt collection abuses cry out for new rules (USA Today)

There's something about a credit boom followed by a recession that brings out the worst in debt collectors, says this editorial.

9. A sand-castle recovery (Washinton Times)

Bad policies keep the economy stuck in the mire, argues this editorial.

10. Framers' own words condemn health care reform (Politico)

With the new health care law up for review by the Supreme Court, some advocates assert it would have been supported by the very authors of the Constitution: the Founding Fathers, writes Sen. Mike Johanns.

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Must I unremember the day I wept over the long, slow suicide of a 27-year-old man?

At that time we did talk about the occupation of Ireland. Now we have to pretend we didn’t and it’s all the jolly UK and thank you, England for the peace process.

The misremembering of history interrupts these tales of my own squalid past. Very often I find myself wishing my memories were wrong, or that I’d forgotten more than I have. This would certainly be the case were I to be a politician, albeit a small-time one in big-time government. In the era of renunciations and sincere apologies, I would have to say sorry most of the time.

But I can’t. I can’t get past that clear day in May 1981, when the tangy cold spring air of a New York day got right inside me. Ambling home from another long, messy night in the Village, I was near 52nd when I saw people carrying a coffin.

“It’s not him, of course. It’s a fake coffin,” said a woman who saw the shock on my face. Maybe I was already crying. I knew and didn’t know but asked anyway.

“Yes. Bobby.”

Bobby Sands had died. Crowds were gathering with banners about Smashing Long Kesh and Smashing Thatcher.

The shock of it has never left me and God knows “martyrs” come two a penny now. Yet the idea that someone can starve themselves slowly to death for an idea is shocking. The idea that someone can let them do it, either “for” a United Ireland or “for” a United Kingdom, remains profoundly disturbing to me.

I need no lectures about what vile and murderous bastards the IRA were, or the numbers of innocents they killed. Nor about the smeary sentimentality of martyrdom itself. All I can say is that I had little idea of what “we” did in Ireland as long as I lived in England. A boy at school had run off to join the IRA. My mum said, “Well, he’s always been tapped, that one.”

We were kept ignorant. For some stupid reason, I did not think that Thatcher would let the hunger strikers die.

Their demands, remember, were the right not to wear prison uniform or to do prison work, rights to free association and education within the prison, one visit, one parcel, one letter a week. They wanted to be treated as political prisoners. Thatcher said Sands had no mandate. He was actually an MP, with more votes than she ever won in Finchley.

In New York that day, when we got to Third Avenue, there was anger and then solemnity. There were mumblings about what a death like that entailed . . . Mandela then instigated a hunger strike on Robben Island. There were protests in Milan and Ghent. French towns would name streets after Sands.

At that time, though, yes, we did talk about the occupation of Ireland. Now we have to pretend we didn’t and it’s all the jolly UK and thank you, England for the peace process.

So, must I unremember that day when I sat down on the pavement and wept over the long, slow suicide of a 27-year-old man? Let me know how to uncry all those tears shed for that terrible, terrible waste.

Suzanne Moore is a writer for the Guardian and the New Statesman. She writes the weekly “Telling Tales” column in the NS.

This article first appeared in the 01 October 2015 issue of the New Statesman, The Tory tide