
Today, 18 September 2021, we held a very small ceremony at the grave of Anne Devlin on the 170th anniversary of her death in 1851, and to remember her and her contribution to the cause of Irish freedom.
This is the sixteenth consecutive year we have held such an event. But the last two years have been very different, due in no small part to the restrictions of imposed by Covid-19. Unable to hold the commemoration tomorrow, we decided instead to lay a some flowers on the grave today and publish some thoughts online instead of our usual practice.
But, to our surprise, several other people also turned up to pay their respects to this brave lady, so we held a brief service.
Our guest speaker was historian and author Gerry Shannon who spoke first, followed by Mícheál Ó Doibhilín, the organiser and initiator of this Cuimhní Anne Devlin remembrance. Then Gerry and Mícheál laid flowers on Anne's grave and some photographs were taken - a small selection of which are reproduced here.
We are so grateful to all who turned up and contributed to a wonderful occasion.



Of all our Irish heroes, Anne Devlin would be the one most likely to understand the position in which we find ourselves again this year.
From the time she left prison, after almost three years incarcerated in Kilmainham Gaol and Dublin Castle in indescribable conditions, those who knew Anne shunned her for fear of infection. She was now the carrier of that killer disease Erysipelas – so easily transmitted to anyone by touch, and so fatal to many. Thus she would understand the terrible effect of Covid-19 on us, and our fear of it.
But Anne was infected with something even worse than Erysipelas or Covid-19 – something that the authorities feared could spread like wildfire if not controlled, destroying their society. That dread disease was Nationalism, a burning desire to be free, not just as a person but as a nation, free to design and decide our own future and fate, free to call ourselves a nation once again.
Anne had been infected by Robert Emmet, her cousins Michael Dwyer and Arthur Devlin, and that ‘man from God knows where’ Thomas Russell, to name but a few of the most dangerously infectious she had met.
All but Anne had been dealt with – Emmet and Russell were dead, Dwyer and Devlin deported to what was intended to be a living death in Australia.
Only Anne remained – only Anne knew the names of all those she had been in touch with and who now might be also infected – and infectious – fifty people in total.
The contact tracers of Dublin Castle wanted to know who those fifty people were, people who had supported and paid for Emmet’s abortive rebellion, so that they, too, could be ‘sanitised’ and ‘cured’ as Emmet and the others had been.
Fifty people who, if left alone, could infect, undermine and destroy society as Dublin Castle knew and understood it.
So they quarantined Anne, put her in isolation as we do now with our worst infected. They set a uniformed policeman to watch her every move, to note her every contact, to scare off every friend and acquaintance.
We complain about two weeks, but for forty-five years Anne Devlin endured the isolation of this open prison, this denial of friendship and of an ordinary life. She wore the mask of silence bravely, protecting those who refused to protect themselves or her, because she knew her duty to her fellow citizens. Because of her, those fifty carriers of this rabid infection were free to quietly spread it until it erupted again in 1916 and, this time, spread like wildfire over the next five years as Emmet, Russell, Dwyer, Devlin, Pearse and Connolly had hoped until, finally, 26 counties of Ireland were free.
Yes, Anne Devlin would understand our fear in the face of Covid-19 and its variants. She too had suffered social distancing and isolation, supported only by her brave husband William Campbell.
She would know that we will, eventually, defeat this dreaded disease, and life will return to a semblance of normality. Then, we will be free to come back to her graveside and remember her and her brave sacrifice, that we may be free. We will thank her again for our freedom, for her understanding of our plight, and honour her lone bravery.
Next year, hopefully, we will be able to do this, to thank Anne Devlin and her husband William Campbell properly.
Until then, stay safe … and remember Anne Devlin.

