Landlord, Rent, Eviction, Emigration.

This unique letter dated 1912, housed in the little museum in LetterMullen in Connemara, provides a very personal glimpse into the minutiae of our social history. Our modern society ironically resembles this early 20th century vignette, more than we might care to admit.
Today, as in 1912, renting is the norm. Back then, it was a rented house and farm, today an apartment or house. Today, so many renters are in financial difficulty, from covid19, or more likely, from an underlying social inequality, unemployment, refugee, single parent family. Our social services and charities strive to provide some support for those families, much as did this priest (and many other benevolent people), helping a family keep a roof over their head and stave off eviction.
Today it’s the banks, investors and hedge funds who are the landlord class, back in 1912, the landlord class had morphed from primarily Anglo-Irish landed estate, to a merchant and investor middle and upper class, who took advantage of the encumbered estates fire sale (think NAMA).
The old landlord system was bankrupted by the famine, tithe tax and the Land League, and were bailed out by the British Government (think NAMA). They had even less empathy and familiarity with their tenants, and the cautionary tone at the end of this letter reflects that distancing of tenant and land owner. That generational clan and community system was all washed away by 1912, with the arrival of the carpetbagger opportunist landlord and his ‘Agent’, as is the case here.
Connemara had rolling famines. Crop failure after crop failure, bad summer after worse winter. Emigration was their only escape. Most Connemara farms were in arrears. This agent had an unenviable and impossible task, which by 1921 became academic.
Lastly, the tenant's debt while small by our standards, was insurmountable by his. A ticket in third class on Titanic in 1912, the same year as this letter, was £7-10s., just shy of his overall rent arrears of £8-5s. So, I think that I will finish on a hopeful note. Sometimes the family had foregone paying rent in order to save up and pay the passage to America for one of the children.
Perhaps owing to the sacrifice of his or her family in 1910 and 1911, that young emigrant managed to save some money in Boston and paid off the family’s debt, avoiding eviction and eventually buying out the family farm in Rosmuc. Wouldn’t that have been a good end to a very sad, but not uncommon tale. Brian Nolan. Walking Tours of Galway

To Hell or to Connacht

'To Hell or to Connacht! Connacht, where there is not enough trees to hang a man, water to drown him, nor soil to bury him'.

Such was Oliver Cromwell's dire dictate to Catholic landowners during the Cromwellian wars in Ireland 1641-1653, after which 90% of all land-ownership was transferred, at the point of a sword, on pain of death, from Irish and Anglo-Norman, mainly Catholic ownership, to English Soldier/Dissenter/Opportunist, mainly Protestant ownership. Dispossessed families from all over conquered Ireland, many previously wealthy and important, found themselves forced as ethniclly-cleansed refugees, into the margins of Connacht, mainly Clare, Galway and Mayo, onto land that was at best marginal, hillsides and bogs. And so began the enforced impoverishment of the last great civilisation of Europe, an impoverishment that peaked with the deliberate dispossession of the Catholic landed class after the Treaty of Limerick in 1692, proscription against the practice of the Catholic religion, the outlawing of the Irish Language and Culture and the emasculation of the Irish as a people.

However, even after a further 200 years of enslavement and colonisation, the subjugation of the once proud Irish people was still incomplete.Despite all their hardships, failed rebellions, evictions, deportations, forced emigration, discrimination and racism, despite all that, the Irish continued to thrive, so that by 1839, there were 8 million of us,  impoverished and demeaned,  yes, but proud and stoic too. The deliberate anti-Irish policies of successive English regimes culminated with the willful genocide that was 'The Great Hunger'. A heretofore unknown potato blight devastated the potato crop for over a decade, depriving this large population of their staple food. Sky-rocketing corn prices, mass evictions and ten years of famine in Ireland in the 1840's and 1850's, resulted in 1.5 million people dead and 2.5 million emigrated, in particular from the over-crowded, western wetlands of Connacht. Picturesque the land here is, but arable it is not.

Most families subsisted on holdings of less than 5 acres in County Galway, with an artificially crowded density of over 500 people per square mile in some areas, totally unsustainable when one considers that they could only grow potatoes on the land, no cereal and had few animals. What animals they had, a pig and maybe a few sheep and rough cattle were kept to pay the rents on their small-holdings. Rack-rents were exorbitant and if the tenant farmer made any improvements he was punished for his industry by having to pay a higher rent the following year. It was a dire, precarious lifestyle, one that came crashing down when the potato crop failed.

Yet life continued. People continued to live on the land, get married, have children, many still emigrated. There was a pride in being a Connacht person. That pride is always stirring just below the surface, a kind of spartan and indomitable spirit. Today Connacht still has the largest rural population and the poorest land in ireland but industry is thriving and tourism is particularly healthy, mainly because of the stark and beautiful landscape. Perhaps Cromwell did us a favour after all. But it was a high price to pay, no doubt about that.

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Brian