There is an old story from 15th Century Galway which goes like this. There once was a young man who was passionately in love with a fiery red head in the town of Galway in Ireland. One evening whilst strolling through the town the young man happened upon his love in the arms of a Spanish sailor. Enraged he drew his sword and ran the Spaniard through. He was tried and found guilty of murder and sentenced to hang but such was his standing in the town of Galway none would step forward to carry out the execution. The tragedy of the young man’s death becomes a family matter. His father, the Mayor of Galway, in order to uphold the law took it upon himself to hang his own son from the upper window of his own residence. If you are ever in Galway, thinking that this tale is false, then ask a Galwegian to show you the window, from where the young man met his end, for it has been preserved. It is said that because the Mayor and his son name was Lynch that this is the origin of the word lynching.
An afterthought – I mused that this story bore similarity to the death of Christ upon the cross which was commanded by the Father in heaven, except that Jesus was guilty of no crime.
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