During the Troubles, I found myself driving late one night from the North into the Republic of Ireland, immersed in the captivating sounds of Sinead O’Connor’s debut album, “The Lion and the Cobra.” The powerful track “Mandinka” had me singing along, feeling invigorated, when suddenly I noticed flashing blue lights in my rearview mirror.
Recognizing the need to address the situation, I turned off the music, rolled down the window, and prepared to apologize for speeding. However, the police officer quickly interjected, informing me that my offense was not related to speeding, but rather to passing through a border checkpoint without stopping. How could I have missed the presence of soldiers?
Tragically, news broke on Wednesday that Ms. O’Connor had been found dead in her London apartment at the age of 56. The shocking reality of her passing is devastating, yet strangely unsurprising. Throughout her life, she had always danced on the edge of darkness.
W.H. Auden once wrote of W.B. Yeats, remarking that “Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.” Similarly, it was Ireland’s harsh and cruel treatment that propelled Ms. O’Connor into her artistic expression. She boldly criticized Ireland as a theocratic society, deeply flawed despite its supposed fight for freedom. Ms. O’Connor stood up for those who knew pain, neglect, and injustice, singing for their voices to be heard.
In the bleakness of the 1980s, witnessing Ms. O’Connor on stage, bald-headed, wearing a tutu and Doc Martens, proudly displaying her pregnant belly, was a glorious sight. Her otherworldly voice, at once fierce and tender, captivated audiences. Her poignant ballad “Black Boys on Mopeds” resonated strongly with the atmosphere of Belfast during my time at a rape crisis center, while Margaret Thatcher’s seemingly endless tenure as British Prime Minister loomed large.
In 1992, her famous act of tearing up a photo of Pope John Paul II on “Saturday Night Live” was met with claims that she had ruined her career. However, she asserted that it only reinforced her true purpose. She saw herself as a protest singer, not a mere pop star. Kris Kristofferson stood behind her, composing a response to her critics: “Maybe she’s crazy, maybe she ain’t, but so was Picasso, and so were the saints.”
The Irish newspapers dedicated their front pages to Ms. O’Connor the day after her passing, and the depth of my grief surprised me. I’m not alone in this sentiment; many others share the same sense of devastation.
In the aftermath, I watched videos of Ms. O’Connor’s performances and read the heartfelt tributes on social media. Two messages stood out amidst the sea of remembrances. One quote from a Yeats poem, inspiring her extraordinary song “Troy,” evoked a sense of contemplation on the path she had chosen. Another came from Women’s Aid Ireland, thanking her for her fearless voice and unwavering light. Her defiance challenged the oppressive forces that sought to silence women, children, and anyone who dared to stray from predetermined norms.
In a statement, Michael D. Higgins, the President of Ireland, acknowledged her fearless commitment to unveiling uncomfortable truths. Ireland mourns her loss, yet we realize that she did not solely belong to us. Similar to the collective dawn of realization following the death of Seamus Heaney in 2013, Ms. O’Connor was a global figure, and her departure leaves a void felt by all.
Just a few days before she passed, I stumbled upon the concert tickets I had purchased for my daughter and myself to see Ms. O’Connor perform at the Botanic Gardens in Belfast. It was meant to be our Christmas present in 2019. As fate would have it, Caitlin had the same idea and had bought tickets for us as well.
The show was originally scheduled for June 2020 but was postponed due to the pandemic. We had hoped for a rescheduled date. Friends who had the opportunity to see her in Dublin marveled at her superb form, especially during her rendition of “Nothing Compares 2 U,” where the entire audience joined in singing. Witnessing their adoration, her delight radiated from the stage.
I had the privilege of briefly meeting her once. She walked alongside a courageous and articulate man who was a survivor of clerical abuse. Clad in a large brown duffle coat, she stood proudly beside him, her dazzling eyes illuminating my encounter.
In conclusion, Sinead O’Connor was a unique and iconic figure whose presence on the music scene left an indelible mark. Her fearless voice challenged societal norms and advocated for the marginalized. Ireland and the world mourn the loss of a true artist and advocate who, despite her struggles, remained authentic until the end.
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