Over 25 years in support of Irish Prisoners of War and their families
The Irish Northern Aid Committee is an American based humanitarian
organization formed in 1970 to alleviate the suffering of the dependents of Irish
political prisoners. INA membership is open to men and women of all races,
religions, and nationalities.
Today the families of four hundred political prisoners in Ireland, Britain and the
United States rely on our all-volunteer fund-raising conducted across the United
States on behalf of the charitable trusts An Cumann Cabhrach in Dublin and
Green Cross in Belfast.
Irish Northern Aid raises American awareness of the nature of British
misrule in Ireland by highlighting the colonial and sectarian nature
of partition, the right of the Irish people to national
self-determination, and British military, economic, and political
occupation that artificially divides the Irish people and is the direct
and inevitable cause of the ongoing conflict.
Irish Northern Aid communicates the reality of life in the occupied Six Counties.
We provide a voice in America for ordinary people who otherwise would not be
heard.
To learn more about our organization and the plight of the Irish Please click here.
DIASPORA 
INA units are based throughout the country and work with
Irish American organizations, labor, colleges, and concerned
individuals, to promote the welfare of Irish political prisoners
and to work toward an end to the undemocratic British
occupation of the north of Ireland. Our at-large members
throughout the country also play a major role through political
and media activities, with information and support from INA's
national office and The Irish People newspaper.
From the green hills and glens of a proud, ancient, land
Came a torrent of people who had made their last stand
From the hunger and fever and oppression they fled
For to stay in old Ireland was a sentence of death
We don't know these people they're a shadow in green
We don't know their roads or the sights they have seen
We've heard of their glory and we've heard of their pain
And although they are family we don't know their name
Have we heard of the coffin ships that took them away
Have we heard of their leaders who led them to the fray
Do we know of their poets who condemned England's laws
Do we know of their language, their heroes, their cause
We must learn of Trevelyan, of evictions, of corn
Of Skibbereen, the workhouse, of the mothers who mourned
Of Soyer whose soup was but poison not food
Of the crown whose indifference was true to her code
Do we know of the Fenian, of Boru, and of Tone
Of Pearse, de Valera, O'Connell, Monroe
And the fate that befell them in their glorious fight
Of the places of triumph and the places of fright
We are the Diaspora and we cover the earth
From the land of the Saxons, to the hills around Perth
In the heart of America, and on Canada's plains
Each Continent echoes the sound of our names
But deep in our soul is a glimmer of green
That shines in our hearts, in our minds, in our dreams
Be our roots deep in Ulster or on Connaught's bold coast
In Leinster or Munster we can all proudly boast
For its Ireland we came from and never forget
There is work there unfinished, to repay an old debt
To support the Republic. To find peace at last
And help unite dear old Ireland as our gift to
the past
Bill Maher 1994