Peter Gilgunn
Pittsburgh, PA
My race card paraphrases what my grandmother told me the day the orange walk entered the housing scheme we lived in. I was seven at the time. She was worried I would get abuse from the marchers because I was a catholic. My grandmother was an atheist and caucused with the protestants, but her daughter, my mother had converted. I didn’t ask then how they would know I was catholic, but I’ve learned in the intervening 40 years, how that works. That was a lonely time and the experience of identity-hate has lived with me to this day.
