“Duncan Malloy,” he shouted above the din. “My mind had soured on the goodness of this land long ago when my wife and two young ones could not survive The Great Famine. Those were many years ago, yet I still live as a shell of a man, with nothing on the horizon to ease my great loss.
“Today, you touched a nerve I have not felt in a very long time. I guess what I am saying is how do I join your lot? I have little means, but I am fit and the mind still works. All I have left is what remains of my country. I will not lose hope on that as well!”
Duncan smiled kindly upon the man. “Please, come closer. What is your name sir?”
“Ryan O’ Toole is the name. And I share the silent wish of many to rid this land of destitution, absentee landlords, and exclusion based on religion or class. I am gett
