O’Callaghan spent four years getting to know the men of Arlington House and photographing the despair, humor and hope that she found there. Arlington House is an imposing red brick building located in Camden Town, built over a hundred years ago by Lord Rowton to house impoverished manual laborers. It has over 382 beds, making it the largest male refuge in Europe. Today over 70% of the residents are Irish, few work, and most are alcoholics.
O’Callaghan was originally invited to the
house to document a group trip to Co. Clare made possible by the Aisling
Project. For many of the men this was their first trip home in over twenty
years. Now in their 50s and 60s, they left Ireland as young men to find work in
manual laboring. O’Callaghan states “They emigrated, not through choice, stayed
though reluctant, and never returned out of pride”.
I am married to an Irishman who himself left
Dublin over twenty years ago to find work. Although they have since returned,
his parents left Ireland forty years ago for the same reason. Today, the youth
are again leaving Ireland in their droves as employment prospects plummet yet
again. On a recent visit, I was speaking to an elderly man who was devastated
that his grandchildren had to leave their homeland for any chance of
employment. Following the glory years as the “Celtic Tiger” of the European
economy, he had thought that those days had finally come to pass. Today,
Ireland has the highest suicide rate in young men under 25 as the unemployed who can are leaving rural Ireland. This is
difficult for a country whose citizens have such a strong sense of national
identity. As O’Callahan stated, it is not by choice that they are leaving.
When my Grandfather first heard I was dating an Irishman he was surprisingly
concerned. He had owned a landscape gardening business whose workforce were the
same Irish laborers as the original residents of Arlington House. He would pay
them in cash on a Friday and they wouldn’t
turn up again until the Tuesday or Wednesday, whenever the beer money ran out.
I found myself wondering how many had passed through the doors of Arlington
House.