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It is with great sadness that we learned of the sudden death of our friend and colleague Ken Doyle. Ken was a generous hearted and principled man who we had the privilege of campaigning with over the last number of years.
Ken was an activist for years before we got to know him. He was very concerned with environmental issues and was an advocate for the cooperative movement. He spent many years as a member of the Green Party and in more recent times as a member of the Woodland League, he played an active role in protecting our national forests from privatisation.
As chairperson of the Swords anti property tax campaign he worked hard to protect his community from the austerity that was being foisted on people in the wake of the bank bailouts of 2008. He continued in the same way as a dedicated activist in the recent movement against the water charges.
In 2014 he took up the challenge to run for his local council where he would have loyally represented his community. Over the years he lent much of his time and support to me and his good friend cllr John Lyons. He was a community activist in every sense and was appalled at the political decisions that created hardship and inequality for so many. He did everything in his power to help as many people as he could who were facing hardship.
Ken had time for everyone, was a generous and kind man. He was a great friend, father, son, husband, brother and grandfather. It was a privilege to be able to count him as a friend. He will be greatly missed. We send our condolences and best wishes to all of his family and friends at this sad time. RIP Ken.
by Kevin Higgins
Cometh the rubbish haircuts firing tweets and ICBMs;
the people with bad teeth daring to belch their opinions in public.
Cometh also the Warren Beatty of the North,
sans the wrinkles and heavy politics, bearing
to the sisterhood of the stuffed vine leaf
and gourmet sausage
ribbon-wrapped boxes labelled ‘hope’,
‘moderation’, and ‘free trade’;
your tongue’s delicious wiggling
persuading even Lycra clad
husbands to put bikes and running shoes aside
for a moment and join the ravenous pack
of dangerous sensibilists in drizzling a tribute
of garlic butter all over
your French speaking torso.
Your hair, a field of wheat that reminds
soon-to-be-ex Prime Ministers
of better times.
Your words, as gorgeously proportional
as the gossip from the ladies’ golf-club,
float off towards the sun.