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elizabeth graham madden's avatar

The Twelfth of July was a big day where I come from and a source of huge excitement for us children, since we weren’t aware of the sectarian background to all of it then, since our village was probably 90 per cent Protestant. My older brother’s birthday was on the 12th, and when he was wee, he allegedly thought the bands came out to celebrate with him!

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I remember an orange march in Edinburgh, twenty years ago perhaps. Anyway, hadn’t expected it, and I remember how the atmosphere in the street changed, people disappeared into shops and the pub, a touristy pub just off the Royal Mile, a woman encouraged me to go in with her. It felt eerie and menacing but passed by peacefully.

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