Imelda May sent death threats every day over her anti-racism poem 'You Don't Get To Be Racist And Irish'

Imelda May sent death threats every day over her anti-racism poem 'You Don't Get To Be Racist And Irish'

IMELDA MAY has been receiving anonymous death threats on a daily basis ever since releasing an anti-racism poem last year. 

The Irish singer-songwriter released her first ever EP of poetry last year. 

The collection included the powerful poem You Don’t Get To Be Racist And Irish, which went viral in the wake of George Floyd’s death at the hands of a Minneapolis police officer and the unrest it sparked. 

Rethink Ireland, a fund set up to help those most affected by inequality, later had the poem displayed on 200 billboards across Ireland. 

While May drew widespread praise for her work on the poem, the anti-racism message did not sit so well with a small contingent. 

And according to the Dublin-born star, plenty have let their feelings be known. 

May revealed during an appearance on Sunday with Miriam she was “still getting [threats] daily” because of her work on the poem. 

"A lot of hate, death threats, everything. Oh my god, I can’t even tell you what I’ve gotten but I don’t regret it for a second and I’d do it again,” she said. 

“That’s the power of words, isn’t it? That’s why it’s important. Words, you have to choose your words. Words are important. 

"They stir up things sometimes and like I said, language and words are important.” 

May’s poem offers a unique insight and perspective on the issue.  

It was created to serve as a wake-up call and reminder that Ireland’s own history of being on the receiving end of oppression makes racism on these shores inexcusable. 

You Don’t Get To Be Racist And Irish can be read, in full, below: 

You don’t get to be racist and Irish  

You don’t get to be proud of your heritage,  

plights and fights for freedom  

while kneeling on the neck of another!  

You’re not entitled to sing songs  

of heroes and martyrs  

mothers and fathers who cried  

as they starved in a famine  

Or of brave hearted  

soft spoken  

poets and artists  

lined up in a yard  

blindfolded and bound  

Waiting for Godot  

and point blank to sound  

We emigrated  

We immigrated  

We took refuge  

So cannot refuse  

When it’s our time  

To return the favour  

Land stolen  

Spirits broken  

Bodies crushed and swollen  

unholy tokens of Christ, Nailed to a tree  

(That) You hang around your neck  

Like a noose of the free  

Our colour pasty  

Our accents thick  

Hands like shovels  

from mortar and bricklaying  

foundation of cities  

you now stand upon  

Our suffering seeps from every stone  

your opportunities arise from  

Outstanding on the shoulders  

of our forefathers and foremother’s  

who bore your mother’s mother  

Our music is for the righteous  

Our joys have been earned  

Well deserved and serve  

to remind us to remember  

More Blacks  

More Dogs  

More Irish.  

Still labelled leprechauns, Micks, Paddy’s, louts  

we’re shouting to tell you  

our land, our laws  

are progressively out there  

We’re in a chrysalis  

state of emerging into a new  

and more beautiful Eire/era  

40 Shades Better  

Unanimous in our rainbow vote  

we’ve found our stereotypical pot of gold  

and my God it’s good.  

So join us.. 'cause  

You Don’t Get To Be Racist And Irish.