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Irish American labor organizer who organized the silk workers - all Italians," he chuckled. "With Italians, organizing worked. Cultural trait, maybe. That's what made Conolly think that his Irish cousins could be helped if they were shown how to act collectively." "He could teach them," Marcus blurted, "to talk with their hands." Thonk. "Damn!" Smiling, John persisted, "That delusion got him a British execution. British don't like bargaining, collective or otherwise. Maybe not Italians either. Mmmm. Try this. This is good. Where was I?" "Doggie dinners - context matters," Mina prompted to a blank stare, then, "Promises made?" "Oh! Yeah, yeah. One more bite, mmm. OK. Promises. Promises of peace and freedom were dangled as potential reward for a cooperative war effort. But, as you might have expected, by 1923, with Michael Collins dead, the Great War's military pressure off, there were, again, pogroms against the northern Irish. Same formula as always, if you disarm first, they will then - and only then - do some concession thing in return. Yeah, when hell freezes over. How many times can one people fall for the same trick?" "You have a piece cannoli on your left upper lip," Shannon whispered flipping it off. "Oh. Anyway, the Irish have been consistently unable to be ruthless enough to secure their own freedom, nor develop organizations of sufficient size that would allow acquisition and transmission of power." Mina interrupted, "But John, the IRA isn't exactly a group of boy scouts." "They were not then an effective large organization, Mina. At one point, at their most notorious, they had, maybe, 100 guns total, all stolen, catch as catch can. The