This week, when O’Connor would have turned 57, Jocelyn Jane Cox traces the courage she first derived from the revolutionary pop star as a teen, and more recently as an adult.
I love the way this tribute to Sinead becomes, at the same time, a tribute to the writer’s mother. It flies on wings of love.
She's a great example of --maybe everyone will constantly shit all over you, and tell you everything you do and say and ARE is wrong. You could even be reviled by many 'cool' people, whom everyone admires. You could be universally reviled and even be the butt of jokes.
And you could still be a magnitude more honest and talented and more correct in your assessment of situations than those people.
We don't usually get vindicated in any way. But it doesn't matter.
“I imagine her own fury...”great ending, so we’ll done 🥰
What a lovely well written essay
Beautiful recollection. I first heard Sinead O’Connor as a DJ on our college radio station. That record made a huge impression on every one of us music nerds. She tapped into something beneath the surface of the Reagan 80s for a lot of suburban teens, even if we didn’t appreciate all she was doing until much later.
AAA maps!!! Sinéad was a legend. Thank you for this remembrance of how she mattered to you. She meant a lot to women our age of many backgrounds, and bc of her conversion later in life, she meant a lot to Muslims of my generation and younger.
I'm a few years younger, so I was way too dumb to appreciate how gutsy and provocative she was until much later. That SNL moment!
Excellent essay. I’m a decade or so older than you and the only things I knew about O’Connor were Nothing Compares to U and the uproar over her Pope incident. When she died I spent a couple of hours reading about her and watching videos. I was impressed with her courage in speaking out despite a lot of resistance, particularly against the Catholic Church. At the end it seems it all took a huge toll on her. Very sad end to her life.
Woah. For reasons I can't completely unpack at the moment, this essay moved me deeply. Looking forward to your memoir.....
What a gorgeous tribute to Sinéad and your mother. Reading this was like taking a trip through time and a reminder of how much Sinéad changed the landscape of music/lyrics for me and rattled the cage of my shy inner world. I'm so glad you found your voice because what a gift it is!
Beautiful writing, Jocelyn!
Beautiful. I could really see myself in teenage Jocelyn
Wow! Wow! Wow! That was magnificent. Im also a Gen X-er and remember playing Nothing Compares to You a million times and also believing being a straight A student would make everything ok! Lovely 🥰
What a stunning essay. I feel as if I’m right there with you as you so eloquently speak for your younger self. My heart just vibrated with this. Thank you so much.❤️
Wonderful tribute to Sinead as well as Jocelyn's mother. Certainly shows the power of the artist to effect transformation. So inspiring! I always admired Sinead's courage and honesty.
This was so beautiful, so engaging, and so human. The skill of the writing takes you on this intimate journey that captures so much life. I am also the same age and fully appreciate your story - the rich details, the real introspection, and the full appreciation for wisdom, time, and the people that brought you where you are, even if they don't know it. Thank you so much! I also became fascinated with Sinead/Shuhada's story after she passed. What I admire most is her absolute dedication to truth and justice despite the personal cost, and her utter sincerity and humanity. The power in being honest and true to herself were inspiring and their own legacy. May God bless her and may she rest in power.