In Dublin’s “not so fair” city

Smithfield Dublin

We were just after leaving a really successful client event in the Smithfield area of inner city Dublin, just north of the River Liffey.

I love this quirky, eclectic area of Dublin with a mix of old and new, the large cobbled stone plaza, new apartment blocks and old houses surrounded by coffee shops, little stores, the old Jameson distillery with a buzz of young and old including plenty of ‘cool’ hipsters making this area their own.

On this occasion it was nearly 8pm on a dark dreary night and the heavens had opened. A taxi was nowhere to be seen so we made our way in the pouring rain to the Luas stop (part of the much used Red Line, which would have come all the way from Tallaght with a stop at Heuston Train station).

There seemed to be an edge to the atmosphere as we waited for the tram to arrive. A woman was asking us as well as others if we had “two tens“. You could see she wanted people to open their wallets or purses.

Sorry, we don’t” Deirdre responded politely. “That’s alright love” she replied.

After about 5 minutes the tram arrived and we embarked with many others as well as the woman who had been asking for change.

On the tram we were standing next to a middle aged guy wearing an old black tracksuit with runners that had seen better days and a laptop case slung over his shoulder.

Three lads in tracksuits (they weren’t on the way to or from the gym!) were making a racket and they started exchanging banter with the guy in the black tracksuit – it was hard to figure out if they were spoiling for a fight or just messing but you knew inctinctively not to make eye contact with any of them.

During their banter there was plenty of “colourful language” being used as well as statements about “getting a syringe and doing ya“. They were now shouting down the carriage at another group of young girls who were shouting back at them.

At this stage we were feeling very uncomfortable as I am sure were the others including some visitors to Dublin with their suitcases who would more than likely have boarded at the train station.

The three lads in tracksuits jumped off at the next stop along with the woman who had been looking to change money leaving the guy in the black tracksuit, who at this stage was talking loudly to himself.

The Spire, Dublin

Eventually we were glad to get off the tram at Abbey Street just off O’Connell Street – as we stepped off the tram a man and two women, all soaked to the skin passed us by. The woman who may have been in her forties was like a woman possessed with her dead hair, pale face, mad eyes and missing teeth. She was shouting and roaring at everyone she passed by as well as those with her.

The man with her who was wearing a green tracksuit top and jeans, was pushing a tiny, quite old kids bicycle. Deirdre winced as he accidentally walloped the bicycle pedal off her leg as be brushed past her – he didn’t even notice.

Keeping our heads down we kept moving but then noticed the toothless woman had bumped into another weather beaten  woman with a hard face. Life had been hard for her, I’m sure. They clearly knew each other and now the other woman was crying and shouting something we couldn’t quite understand.

Lets get out of here quick we were thinking…

We passed them, pushed onto O’Connell Street and made our way as quick as possible towards O’Connell Bridge. Once you got to the other side of the river you could see and feel that it was a much safer area. We noticed that at no point along the way did we see anything resembling a police presence.

Dublin, our very popular capital city is a fantastic place but it has a dark, dangerous anti social edge to it in many central locations that are sadly witnessed by many visitors as well as natives.

While we can curse and detest these ‘louts’ for tainting our beloved capital we should first wonder how these desperately troubled and deprived people have ended up behaving and living like this and then begin to figure out the huge job of breaking these awful cycles of misery.

While the economy continues to improve we must figure out how we can leverage this opportunity and make our capital a safe and enjoyable place for everyone to work, live and visit.

Greg Canty 

Greg Canty is a Partner of Fuzion Communications who offer Marketing, PR, Graphic Design services from our offices in Dublin and Cork, Ireland

 

 

 

 

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6 Responses to “In Dublin’s “not so fair” city”

  1. Jane Boyle Says:

    Hi Greg thanks for documenting your evening….I too was in a similar part of town to yourselves, not so long ago, at a work event in Blackhall place and my observations, experiences and feelings were exactly the same as yours. I couldn’t help feeling that the urban planning was sadly lacking yet again in putting vulnerable families along side businesses and restaurants that are busy during the day and deserted at night…..leaving an abandoned zone that is not conducive to community, or neighbourhood living. It was like the ‘wild west’! Perhaps the Chamber could challenge Dublin City Council in taking on a more holistic approach to planning, developing and policing these new city developments…..because they clearly don’t work.

    Kind Regards

    Jane

    • Greg Canty Says:

      Hi Jane – thanks for your comments. I’m sure we are not the only ones who have noticed the ‘edge’ around these locations. I do hope that Chamber will be proactive around this.

      Cheers, Greg

  2. JW McCabe (@writingjwmccabe) Says:

    First and foremost,

    These comments are hysterical! I mean seriously a few homeless people and a lout or two and it’s the Wild West! The term wild west had more to do with the environment than the people. Pretend it is the mid-late 1800’s and you are new Irish family fresh off the boat to the newly made Texas or Nevada.

    Yes, the Irish went to places other than NYC/Boston.

    Out of no where you leave rainy and starving Ireland, but you end up in tornado filled, predator abundant area, with a bunch of Buffalo and Red Indians, who are being carted off to their new reservations. The towns are sparse because the state was made only a few years ago and you have to be tough, and not just a brawl at a pub tough.

    Fighting the beasts of land and elements tough. You have to homestead,make your own way. You may be on your own, or with your small immediate family. The sky at night is huge, bigger than anything you have ever seen. Yes, there are sheriff’s who duel with criminals at high noon, but only on occasion. A man is as good as his word, and a lady is a lady.

    Same in Britain, do not pretend it solely an American phenomenon. There are new arrivals, religious, non-religious, dreamers and thieves. But, all and all it is a good place to be.

    Because you are free..

    PS. If you can not handle a few vagrants and ne’er-do-well’s I suggest you grow a pair of cowboy boots.

    Later Ya’ll

    Jen

  3. K Says:

    Love Dublin city and have lived here (northside) all my life and work in the city. In the past few years north city has been forgotten with meth’ clinics being the chosen location, right off O’Connell st.Yes it’s intimidating, especially for tourists and improvements need to be made.

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