Mrs. McCorkindale had much to say about many things that happened on the street. She never, however, commented much on the drinking that took place among the men at the Pub or, at some level, during their working hours. Similarly, she never commented on the alcohol consumed by the women in secret in the kitchen or on the weekends. This led to many to ask the question as to whether they had seen Mrs.McCorkindale ever having a drink or not. Some had said “och aye” we had seen her before having a “hawf” Others would say: “no, she would not allow the stuff to touch her lips”. In a culture where many sought solace in a bottle, there was much to be said about what Mrs. McCorrkindale thought about drinking.
Mrs. McCorkindale remained silent on the subject of alcohol. However, she had much to say about the structures and institutions that took the heart from men and women. She had a great deal to say about the industry and commerce that treated people as commodities to be used when times were good and to be called “surplus to needs” when things got bad. When Mrs. McCorkindale helped Joe McCluskey home to his house from the Pub in the wee hours of the morning, she did it with a care and compassion that would touch the hardest of hearts. When she went to visit Jeanie McDuff at home and cared for her weans as she nursed Jeanie back from an alcohol-induced stupor, she did so with a gentleness and love that was beyond human imagination. However, when Mrs. McCorkindale spoke of the injustices in society that took the hearts from men and women, she did so with an indignation that would make industry and banks shake to their core.
How are we part of an injustice system? In what ways do we, as the church or as individuals, perpetuate unjust systems and structures within our society. When shall we speak out?