- Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey - Malcolm De Chazal
Just muteness when he was the recipient of a deftly delivered public slap down from Mairia Cahill over something that happened in “BD’s kitchen” after she had apparently disclosed her experience of abuse to him. He further underwent a humiliating experience at the funeral of Gerry Conlon where, with practiced summersaulting, he flatly denied ever having called anyone supposedly associated with the Boston College project a tout. The speed with which his undercarriage retracted up into his throat – which explains why he always talks balls – was said to have been every bit as rapid as his exit from the cemetery.
Composure now somewhat recovered, Bangers has fallen off the quiet wagon and is back on the smear. There is no longer any mileage in this for the cupid stunt and there has not been for many a year. Old habits just take a long time dying. Still, it opens up another opportunity for his critics to shine light on the omnipresent damning tapestry that now serves as the backcloth to his pernicious role during the hunger strike.
In 2012 Morrison complained to the Belfast Telegraph that the British Intelligence agencies “ran agents like puppets ... They decide who lives and dies in perverse, private war games.” Of course they did. Shadowy, mendacious, manipulative men benefitting from facelessness. Now, thanks in part to the Boston College oral history project, the mask of anonymity has been peeled back, leaving us knowing the identities of the committee men who played perverse, private war games, behind the back of the IRA’s army council, with the lives of six hunger strikers.
It matters not in the slightest what kiss up kick down Danny says about anyone, good or bad. A slow learner, he is dogged by a chronic incapacity to comprehend the immunity from smear his integrity deficiency syndrome bestows on those he seeks to malign. A history of slime is the consummate dissolvent for his believability. Without the adhesive of credibility there is no moral authority with which to make any derogatory label stick.
In one of his latest forays he has taken to labelling myself as McInTout and a Brit informing journologist. It is not the first time despite his graveyard denials:
WAIT! The Brit-informing journologists will blame the interviewees, the US, Brits, Dr Who, St Vincent de Paul but never themselves!
— Danny Morrison (@molloy1916) February 9, 2015
Well, Whoopie Doo and pardon me for living.
If I were to say I was even faintly hurt by it not a soul would believe me. I treat it just as I did Denis Donaldson’s claim to a US journalist that through my writing I was doing the work of the Brits. Whether from Dirty Den or Dodgy Dan, who gives a monkey’s? I merely find it useful to collate and pass on to journalists, researchers and elected representatives as evidence of intimidation. Nor can I deny that there is a measure of self indulgence on my part. It is somewhat uplifting when confronted by a cornered rat baring its teeth, to shake a stick and see it scurrying.
Morrison also makes the charge that Ed Moloney and me are rewriting the history of his suffering.
Ed Moloney & Anthony McIntyre decided from outset their rewrite of the suffering we came through. They need to explain. @Debdev2
— Danny Morrison (@molloy1916) February 9, 2015
This sounds more like a pathetic self-pitying whinge than it does serious critique. Ironically, in the same year that the Boston College project commenced, Morrison was making the case in the Andersonstown News for denying Britain – and by extension its agents of influence - "authorship of our history".
The Boston College project for all the criticism that has been hurled at it, took authorship of history out of the hands of people like Dodgy Danny. His visceral hatred of the project is rooted not in any rewriting of the suffering he endured but in its having acted as the catalyst for a new writing of the suffering he inflicted through his perverse and private manipulation of the hunger strike: a blistering critique from the pens of Richard O'Rawe and Carrie Twomey showing how Morrison wilfully threw six dying men under the train. He does not want writing like that out there for perfectly understandable reasons. For as Robert Cox said of Morrison’s Dirty War counterparts in Argentina: ‘They could never admit what they did because their crimes were so terrible.’
So while what he says about others does not matter in terms of what people think, what is said about him by others seems to concern him very much. Hence his attempts to bully the people who uploaded the Youtube video that snared him in his lying about the hunger strikes.
On the subject of trains, monkeys it seems have evolved a higher ethical standard than Morrison. The monkey in the following clip, when looking at Morrison’s behaviour during the 1981 hunger strike will readily see itself in Mark Twain’s terse observation: “In discarding the monkey and substituting man, our Father in Heaven did the monkey an undeserved injustice.”
What the Monkey did
What Morrison did
|5 July 1981|
A poem, The Spy by Jorge Luis Borges, might easily have been written for Morrison on account of one single line: I betrayed those who believed me their friend.