It’s Guy Fawkes night in the UK.
I love bonfires, fireworks, toffee, hot dogs and everything that goes with this night. Yet I hate this celebration.
It could be as I was raised Catholic, it’s hard for me to celebrate something my family never celebrated as we came from Ireland. Someone who was brutally tortured. Let’s be fair, someone who has no impact on the people of today. It would be in bad taste to have a national holiday for the death of a terrorist today and yet still we persevere with this holiday.
In my opinion and it is my opinion….Guy Fawkes night only masquerades as the celebration of the death of a terrorist. It is actually a pagan holiday, continuing from the celebrations of Samhain. There is a deep part of our ancient souls that calls for the bonfires (bone-fires) and the sacrifice. So many of our holidays that wear the Christian costume are in fact part of our yearning to celebrate the old ways, the candles and trees of Christmas, the flames of protection in our pumpkins at Halloween (Samhain) and the celebration of fertility at Easter (Eostre). I’m certainly not the first to make this connection Pagan Origins of Halloween and Bonfire Night . I’m angry that this holiday has been desecrated to celebrate the death of a man who was fighting for the freedom to worship as he wished. I’m not saying the actions of those involved in the gunpowder plot were right. Also protestants had their fair share of atrocities under previous rulers.
So if it’s a Pagan holiday and contains all the things I love, why do I hate it? My biological father died on this day. He wasn’t found until three days later. He died of a drug overdose. I can’t not forget because of the parties and celebrations and fireworks. As I never had a relationship with him, I feel I don’t have a right to mourn him. While my half brothers and sisters can say on Facebook how sad they feel on this day, I can’t. I don’t think I have the right. Yet there is a part of me that says, I was his eldest. It’s my right too to feel something, to feel sad and to feel angry I never got the chance to know him.
So, this holiday has many mixed emotions for me and with the fireworks exploding overhead, I won’t get the chance to ignore it.