It would have been easier, perhaps, if it was all as overt as potato jokes. But what kills you is the ignorance; what grinds you down is how much they don’t know about the past and, if they do know, how little they care. It’s a strange and maddening thing to discover about the people who shaped your country’s fate and who are poised to do so again.
I learned this about British youth when I lived in Ireland for a mere 5 months and visited a friend studying in Cambridge. Otherwise lovely college students thought Ireland was part of the UK. In 1997.
Bonus A/V on the persistence of struggle: