This is what happened in Derry in March when Amy Doherty was murdered by a man. No riots, no burning of people out of their homes. This is what could have happened in Belfast except that the riots in Belfast were fuelled not by a shared humanity but racism https://t.co/ddisxg2mLj
Northern Ireland was dubbed the "UK's most dangerous place to be a woman" just two months ago.
30 women have been violently killed since 2020.
An Irish man murdered his pregnant girlfriend and left her facedown in a dog bowl as a final humiliation
Where were the rioters then?
Richie Sadlier👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
"It's baffling to me, how...it is controversial or contentious or objectionable that someone suggests...do you know what maybe let's not play football against them.
Maybe instead of playing a match against them, maybe let's not play a match."
Everyone should take 2 mins to watch this.
A father, helped by neighbours, digging for the body of his daughter.
Their home destroyed by Israel.
This is proper reporting and the reason Israel allows nobody into Gaza and targets journalists every day.
The United States has spent EIGHT TRILLION DOLLARS fighting and policing in the Middle East. Thousands of our Great Soldiers have died or been badly wounded. Millions of people have died on the other side. GOING INTO THE MIDDLE EAST IS THE WORST DECISION EVER MADE.....
BBC commentator John Hunt spoke with The Telegraph about how sport and work helped him deal with indescribable grief after his wife and two of his daughters were killed.
I’m deeply heartbroken to learn that Julia al-Qidra has succumbed to the critical injuries she sustained in yesterday’s Israeli strike, which killed her father and left her fighting for her life.
I’m deeply, immensely heartbroken.
I posted this photo of her yesterday.
The Western mainstream media did not cover her story when she was wounded.
The western mainstream media has not covered her death so far.
I hate you. You are cowards. You are complicit in war crimes. You are disgusting. Shame on you if you can feel shame. For those who continue to remain silent: you are a disgrace to journalism.
🗣️ "He mentioned there was no convictions on that killing. That was 50 years. Why? Because so many people buried their head in the sand, didn't want to know what was going on"
Peter Canavan on the Troubles, Gaza and the GAA. Essential viewing
We must make this clip live in infamy. The criminality of Israel, and the abject shame of US, Britain and the other genocide apologists at UNSC. The Palestinian representative holds a mirror to them, so that they can see their ugliness, this will ring through the ages. #NeverForget Gaza…
Speaking at a pro-Palestine rally in Barcelona, Manchester City manager Pep Guardiola urged the world not to turn a blind eye to the suffering in Gaza.
https://t.co/cTjVm5Y4mR
One of my favourite journalists has written the most delicious piece and I urge you to read it. Jonathan absolutely rinses Wilcox and rightly so. No paywall. https://t.co/E0Qi9VO6tq
This is Mubinul Hoque. He kept his Liverpool chippy open today to give away free food and drinks to the most vulnerable and people spending Christmas alone. This was for a second year running.
What an amazing man. ♥️
🚨 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗔𝗖𝗧! Real Betis fans once again filled the pitch with thousands of teddy bears, all collected and donated to underprivileged children. 🧸😍
An annual tradition to make sure no child goes without a Christmas gift. 👏🎁
Pure respect for this beautiful tradition. ❤️💚
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson