I have searched everywhere for an Irish name even remotely resembling Uí Chribín and I can’t find it anywhere.
Because it doesn’t exist.
That demented old maniac, Mena Cribben, harangued the nation in the sixties and seventies, and I remember my mother shaking her head in bewilderment at this crazy old potato-head.
It’s hard to understand why Mena would be so ashamed of her married name, Cribben, that she would feel the need to transliterate it in the same way that so many of our native Gaelic names were anglicised. Cribben is a fine old Oxfordshire name that goes all the way back to the battle of Hastings, and I can’t understand why Mena wouldn’t be proud of that, even if she borrowed it from her husband.
I suppose the insecurity was because she was equally ambivalent about her own family name, Lawless.
The creature called Mína Bean Uí Chribín seems to be a construct, created out of denial. Why do some people seem unable to face up to reality and instead hide behind a gaelicised version of their names? I don’t understand this.
I remember the sixties, believe it or not, though I was but a child.
Even to my childish eye, Mena Cribben was a sad, though disturbed, person with obvious sexual issues which were driving the unfortunate poor woman nuts. I can understand that. Sexual hang-ups would drive anyone bonkers, and in Mena’s case the nuttiness manifested itself as an obsession with condoms and priests. (Not that a priest ever used a condom when screwing his housekeeper or his altar-boys. God forbid!)
Now, I was as saddened as anyone to see Mena popping up again after all these years, this time in support of a child-abusing parent. But I wasn’t surprised. That’s the nature of demented religious extremists the world over.
Who is Mena Cribben, and what entitled her to contact a social worker dealing with a sexual abuse case? Is Mena Cribben a member of the family? Is Mena Cribben a legal representative? Is Mena Cribben in any way entitled to interfere with an investigation designed to prevent the abuse of children?
As far as I know, Mena Cribben is nobody. So why does our State tolerate a demented woman interfering in an official investigation? Why didn’t somebody use their powers to prosecute this old busybody for obstructing a properly-constituted investigation?
Did somebody – an official of this State – lose their nerve in the face of lunatic Catholicism? Worse, was somebody instructed to drop it? And if so, who issued that instruction? And why?
Was there clerical involvement?
Mena, after all, has been the driving force behind the movement that gave us Justin Barrett, and Ann Lovett, a poor teenager who died, ironically, in a virgin Mary grotto while giving birth, because people like Mena created a culture of condemnation in this country.
We fought these maniacs over the years and to some extent we drove them back, but of course, as we know, they haven’t gone away.
Let me tell you this. If it kills me, I will not tolerate a return to an age when demented bigots like Mena Cribben try to tell me or those close to me what to do.
This is far from over.
7th August 2012.
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