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Connal Parr 🔖 reviews a work first published in Irish Literary Supplement (Vol. 42, No, 2 – Spring 2023).


James Baird is one of the lost souls of modern Irish history. His story coincides with the revolutionary era in Ireland, but also represents one of its neglected currents. Emanating from the townlands of County Tyrone, Baird’s family were a typical mix of Protestant denominations, and he was one of many who moved to Belfast for work in the late nineteenth century. 

He listed his occupation in the 1901 Census as an ‘iron caulker’, and he joined the Boilermakers’ Society, which had a complicated relationship with the broader Labour movement in Ireland. Baird applied to be a Boilermakers’ delegate to the British Labour Party at the same time as he surfed the waves of socialism and Irish Home Rule.

Baird was one of roughly 1,850 Protestant socialists and trade unionists who were attacked along with an estimated 7,500 Catholic workers during the shipyard expulsions of June 1920. He was hurled into the River Lagan and, while struggling in the water, was showered with rivets and washers. For this reason, Baird might be seen as the original and archetypal ‘Rotten Prod’. It was the ‘44’ hour strike of 1919, however, which brought Baird to prominence in the eyes of some Irish workers. Baird was aware that the First World War had altered the game in terms of the struggle between capital and labour, which led him to think strategically about the ‘44’ action. 

The strike’s leaders, including ‘Islandmen’ workers, unsuccessfully sought a shorter working week (44 rather than a 54 hours), but Baird was also aware that the ‘hunger weapon’ and the ‘haunting fear of starvation’ that might be used against the strikers to thwart their spirit. Though Baird was clearly influenced by James Connolly’s Marxism and militant industrial trade unionism, rank and file trade unionists had arranged mass meetings of shipyard and engineering workers in August 1919, generating a broad subaltern movement that could include a leader as different as William Grant (later a Unionist cabinet minister). In the January 1920 municipal elections, commonly acknowledged as the high point of Labour politics in Ireland, Baird crowned his promise by being elected as a councillor for the Ormeau ward.

After the targeted workplace violence, Baird was a signatory of the Belfast Expelled Workers’ Fund, though his requests for help from British trade unionists at the September 1921 Trades Union Congress in Cardiff fell on deaf ears. Baird compared the rioting and expulsions with those of previous decades and laid the blame for the violence of 1920 firmly at the door of Sir Edward Carson’s ‘ascendancy gang’. Baird railed how ‘The “boss” class’ had ‘resurrected old spites to divide Irishmen, and labour men whether they were trade unionists, whether they were Sinn Feiners or not’, which led to the violence in the shipyards. Thus the ‘real objects of the capitalists in the North of Ireland in fostering religious differences was to break trade unionism and to represent Irishmen to the British people as unable to manage their own affairs’ (Irish Times, 8 September 1921). That same month Baird was part of a delegation that met with Éamon de Valera to protest against partition. Baird factually asserted that this would place power in the hands of those responsible for the violence of 1920, and earlier that year he was the only Corporation representative to oppose a motion backed by James Craig and the Lord Mayor of Belfast calling for Belfast City Hall to hold the opening proceedings of the new parliament of Northern Ireland.

O’Connor briefly addresses the present author’s work on the ‘Rotten Prod’ profile, referring to a ‘celebratory’ essay I co-authored with Dr Aaron Edwards on the subject. As it was published in a book called Essays in Honour of Joe Law (2018), edited by Dr Seán Byers – who worked in the Trademark organisation with Law, who died suddenly in 2016 – it would have been strange if the essay had been anything other. The present author and Edwards are also stated to have produced work that amounts to ‘little more than a list of radical or socialist Protestants’. Aside from chiding an obituary essay to a trade unionist who died prematurely, this is a similarly odd contention, as just one other individual was ‘listed’ in our essay on Joe Law. My own single-authored article in the Studi Irlandesi journal concentrated on the shipyard expulsions and then looked at Baird, Betty Sinclair, and Joe Law as exemplars of the ‘Rotten Prod’ tradition (of which more later). One senses the average miff of a scholar simply beaten to the punch in print. Henry Patterson’s important paper on the Belfast shipyard expulsions, delivered in Belfast in November 2019, also precedes Rotten Prod and offers a more cogent analysis of that critical episode.

The best parts of this book occur when Baird’s instinctively thran northern Labour profile is matched with southern rural agitation as Ireland negotiated the end of its revolutionary era. Indeed, one of the chief contributions of this book is its exploration of the neglected agrarian strife in Waterford, which also spilled over into Kilkenny and Carlow. O’Connor has always been a talented digger and there is much in the sixth and seventh chapters that will add to the knowledge of historians of the revolutionary era and the Labour movement. By this point, in 1923, Baird had lived through the tumult of Belfast as a local councillor and was versed in public speaking and in his role as a union branch secretary.

Baird stood as an Irish Labour candidate at the August 1923 Dáil election, polling surprisingly well in Waterford, though relinquishing a seat on transfers to his running mate John Butler, a farmer and trade unionist. A ‘Special Correspondent’ for the Irish Times (25 August 1923) printed in its preamble to polling day that Baird had ‘made himself conspicuous by the extreme bitterness of his speeches during the past few months’, speeches it claimed might win him votes from East Waterford agricultural workers, but not the trade unionists of the city nor West Waterford workers. 

The following month Baird was arrested and imprisoned without charge in Kilkenny Prison under the Public Safety (Emergency Powers) Act. Poems and articles appeared in his honour in The Workers’ Republic journal, and it also called for workers to submit resolutions to their unions across Ireland for a general stoppage to secure his release. All evidence of Baird’s activities showed a man increasingly out of step with the nascent Free State; the intolerance he faced in the north in the summer of 1920 arcing round to coercive anti-trade union treatment set against him in Kilkenny. After a hunger strike, undertaken at the same moment as republican prisoners, he was soon released from prison. Baird emigrated in 1927 to Brisbane, Queensland, where little was known of his life. He died in Brisbane in 1948, and it was to be hoped that O’Connor would have helped fill this void.

We find out a fraction about Baird’s daughters Helene and Nora, who were recognised by the Australian government for their services to schools and music. Then a strange thing happens. O’Connor concedes prior to the abbreviations page in ‘A note on James Baird in Australia’ that Baird’s granddaughter Victoria supplied him with information as the book was going to print. Baird struggled to secure work so helped his wife Frances open a boarding house. He continued to describe his occupation as a ‘boilermaker’ in the Australian census, and Victoria recalled him recounting his memories of Belfast (including working on the Titanic) and taking long walks. Other memorabilia is mentioned; but having been presented with this potential quarry, the opportunity is left behind before the book begins and Baird ultimately evades the historian once more.

There is absolutely nothing in this book on the legacy of ‘Rotten Prods’, and thus nothing on their significance. They exist in isolation, locked in the one man. No lineage here. The fact the term was still in usage decades later was – is – a clue as to its potency. There is also precious little on the religiosity of this phrase (which is referenced in the exact title of the book, the name of the ‘insult’), which is never explored. O’Connor suggests that Baird was reflective of many Protestant workers, though the bigger contradictory question (he thinks) is why there were not more, and that this form of Protestant dissent was merely a part of a broader laager of Ulster Liberalism. Simple but complex.

Rotten Prods were always plural; never singular, but we get only the latter in this book because that is the author’s frame. Handsomely produced by the ever-excellent offices of UCD Press, Rotten Prod should have been an important biographical entry into the expanding histories of Labour and political division in Northern Ireland. Though it falls short – and is short at 98 pages (minus references) – the important thing was the attempt. The book’s inherent limits prompt more.

Emmet O’Connor, 2022, Rotten Prod: The Unlikely Career of Dongaree Baird. UCD Press 130pp.
ISBN-13: ‎978-1910820858

🖼 Dr Connal Parr is an Assistant Professor in History, Northumbria University.

Rotten Prod

Connal Parr answers thirteen questions in a Booker's Dozen. 

TPQ: What Are you currently reading?

CP: Richard J. Evans’s Eric Hobsbawm: A Life in History. Hobsbawm is one of the few historians whose life is as interesting as the events he’s writing about. I’m also reading Sophie White’s Corpsing and Doireann ní Ghríofa’s A Ghost in the Throat. Both exhilarating and unique. I’m glad I managed to get the two of them together for the Belfast Book Festival this year on 11 June (Book Here).

TPQ: Best and Worst Books You Have Ever Read?

CP: Ernest Hemmingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls is immaculate. Worst would be Kevin Meagher’s A United Ireland: How Unification is Inevitable and How it Will Come About. To be clear, I think there should be more books about future constitutional change and the unity debate (Paul Gosling’s book is a good start), but Meagher’s is very poor, falling back on old views on demographics and written by someone who does not understand Ireland, north or south.

TPQ: Most cherished book as a child?

CP: C.S. Lewis’s The Silver Chair. I wasn’t of the Harry Potter generation and got Lewis instead. Lucky on that.

TPQ: Favourite Childhood author?

CP: Say C. S. Lewis (again) and Tom McCaughren, author of Run Swift, Run Free.

TPQ: First book to really own you?

CP: The book that jolted, shook assumptions about language, and made me think about society was Anthony Burgess’s A Clockwork Orange. I picked it up randomly one day and had read it before doing it at school. Once your brain enters into the language, there’s nothing like it. It was like figuring out a puzzle, and then it made you think about the big questions and how to negotiate a dangerous world.


TPQ: Favourite male and female author.

CP: Bertolt Brecht and Marie Jones. For their life stories, as well as the work.

TPQ: A preference for fact or fiction?

CP: Tough one, but I’ll go with fiction. I read more non-fiction due to work, but there’s nothing like being made to feel by creative writers. That keeps us going.

TPQ: Biography, autobiography or memoir that most impressed you?

CP: John Osborne’s A Better Class of Person (published in 1981) is an extraordinary memoir about class and life in Britain before he makes it and changes British theatre. Evocative and funny. I also found Mandela’s Long Walk to Freedom an immensely powerful read, though it was partly ghost-written. Sean O’Casey’s Autobiographies are also unforgettable.

TPQ: Any book or author you point blank refuse to read?

CP: Yes, any author who gets undue hype well beyond their ability, and a rash of journalists in Ireland whose egos could fill the Ritz. Also books promoting conservative politics that ruin our societies.

TPQ: A book to share with somebody so that they would more fully understand you?

CP: Brendan Behan’s Borstal Boy.
 

TPQ:
Last book you gave as a present?

CP: The Best Catholics in the World: The Irish, the Church and the End of a Special Relationship by Derek Scally.

TPQ: Book you would most like to see turned into a movie?

CP: One of Belfast author Rosemary Jenkinson’s short stories! I can see it now … Paul Mescal could guest star…

TPQ: Select one book you simply have to read before you close the last page on life.

CP: Chinua Achebe’s Home and Exile.

Connal Parr is Senior Lecturer in History at Northumbria University and the author of Inventing the Myth: Political Passions and the Ulster Protestant Imagination.

Booker's Dozen @ Connal Parr

Connal Parr writes about a contentious phrase from the era of the Sunningdale Agreement in the Dublin Review Of Books.

As an historian, as well as the grandson of one of the founding members of the SDLP (Paddy Devlin), I would like to add briefly to Hugh Logue’s recent exchange with John Swift, published in the Dublin Review of Books.

Hugh should be aware that, whatever his equivocations, his quote was seized on by Loyalists opposed to Sunningdale and the power-sharing Executive. It was a serious misstep because it allowed such Unionists, some of whom did indeed object to power-sharing in and of itself, to justify their rejection of Sunningdale. Politics so often concerns framing, optics, persuasion and delivery. It was a gift to those who said ‘no’, and to this extent Swift was correct to pinpoint the speech in his initial review.

On May 19th, 2014, a conference on the UWC Strike took place at Queen’s University Belfast, with speakers including the late Glenn Barr (de facto leader of the stoppage), Ken Bloomfield, the late Maurice Hayes, Austin Currie and Nell McCafferty among others. As a co-organiser of the event, I arranged for the recording of the talks and discussions that followed, during which Barr commented:

Every time I got into any form of difficulty with the television interviewers about the Council of Ireland meaning nothing, I just used to point towards Hugh Logue. I said why don’t you ask Hugh Logue what the Council of Ireland means to him? It’s the ‘vehicle that’s going to trundle Unionists into a United Ireland’.

With characteristic insight and humour, Maurice Hayes immediately followed:

You know the interesting thing I often thought about that Glenny? Brian Faulkner came back from Sunningdale and said this was our bulwark for the Unionist people; “our bulwark” against being sucked into a united Ireland. Then Hugh Logue came out and said this is “the vehicle that will trundle us into a united Ireland” [sic]. You know the sad thing about it is? The Catholics believed Faulkner and the Loyalists believed Hugh Logue! (laughter). (Recordings available).

For what it’s worth, my grandfather was the SDLP minister most wary of the Council of Ireland, in large part because he was aware that it would weaken Faulkner’s ability to sell the agreement to the Unionist base: “Look, we’ve got to catch ourselves on here. Brian Faulkner is being nailed to a cross. There is no way Faulkner can sell this” (Paddy Devlin, quoted in Barry White, John Hume [1984], p152). Hugh’s comment demonstrably made Faulkner’s position harder, hampering the settlement that Faulkner, Hume and my grandfather, among many others, helped negotiate.

1973 in Northern Ireland was a trying time for anyone, especially in public life. It is understandable that errors were made on all sides. As a man with a distinguished career of public service, Hugh Logue should be able to own his historical mistake.

See also Sunningdale and the Council of Ireland: an Exchange.

Connal Parr is a Lecturer in History, Northumbria University.

Sunningdale ➤ Trundling On

Connal Parr gives his take on a recent book on Partition. 


With its official centenary looming, one senses that an avalanche of books will reach us addressing the partition of Ireland. Cormac Moore’s The Birth of the Border is well-placed to add to that ever-expanding area, offering a readable, wide-ranging, and insightful survey of the event and its ongoing consequences for social, political and cultural life across the island of Ireland.

It begins with an extract from Spike Milligan’s novel Puckoon (1963), establishing a certain tonal approach to the issue of the border. For the majority of writers on partition, the idea itself, along with its implementation and execution, is axiomatically absurd; absurd to the point of beginning a work with a great comedian’s ditty. This paradoxically negates the comprehensive approach Moore adopts in the rest of this book; but it speaks reflectively of an evident and inherent political interpretation of partition, accompanied by a rejection of the concept itself that explicitly resents the way the border has basically ‘strangled politics’ in Ireland since it was enacted.

This is more than understandable, and Moore is certainly not alone in his underlying portrayal and view. One of the challenges for authors researching partition – and, perhaps, Irish history generally – is the realization of different modes of thinking and streams of thought. To Moore, as for Robert Lynch, whose recent The Partition of Ireland 1918–1925 (2019) also offers notable recent analysis, the concept in inherently flawed, malevolent, and daft: all at the same time (the same half silly, yet half heinous tone – again a somewhat paradoxical combination – pervades Diarmaid Ferriter’s long essay The Border: The Legacy of a Century of Anglo-Irish Politics). Even a commentator as nuanced as Belfast-born Gerald Dawe, in his wonderful collection of essays The Sound of the Shuttle, refers to an ‘absurdly partitioned Irish state’, which ‘came to haunt the country with a vengeance, [ensuring] we have been paying for these bloody mistakes of the 1920s ever since and on all sides of the Irish Sea.’ For those of us who – until flights were grounded in March 2020 – live between Ireland and England, partition (and the border) is always liable to get personal.

The most striking quality of The Birth of the Border is its social and cultural range of history. After the first five chapters taking in the Government of Ireland Act, the Treaty, and the fiery birth of Northern Ireland, Moore offers a structural framing of the different areas of life and society marked by partition: Politics, Security, Law, Business and Trade, Religion, Education, Infrastructure and Services, the Labour Movement, and Sport. These sections combine to provide the core value of this book. The last two chapters are particularly assured, with a relevance in the themes raised: one by a movement with unitary potential that was badly split by partition (though also countered by the all-island basis of several large trade unions); the other which is many respects survived despite it, with several all-Ireland teams.

The focus on infrastructure tackles the fascinating, vexed issue of travel and railways in Ireland, which often foundered on the new northern state’s propensity to ‘assert its independence from Dublin in every feasible way’. Nevertheless, there were intriguing moments of cooperation too, with the Northern Irish government agreeing not to amalgamate northern railway companies with British ones, shortly before the Free State passed the Railways Act of 1924. As late as 1951 – amidst other objections – both governments agreed to rescue the Great Northern Railway, running it with a board nominated by the Irish and Northern Irish governments.

Moore is unafraid to dispense with a few sacred cows, including the old and incredible claim about the Gaelic Athletic Association being ‘non-political’. The Irish Free State’s introduction of a customs barrier at the border in 1923, with ‘lengthy form-filling and fee payments’, depressed GAA activities ‘possibly more than anything else’. This, of course, had a broader impact beyond sport, giving partition concrete expression in almost all the other areas discussed in Moore’s chapters. Though ‘vehemently opposed’ to partition, the three Ulster counties not in Northern Ireland got a considerably better GAA experience than the ‘six counties’ that were (Monaghan and Cavan reflected this with a dominance on the field of play with titles and championships). Moore’s description of a period of ‘hibernation’ for GAA enthusiasts in Northern Ireland is apt, while the sections on the all-Ireland sporting unisons may prove useful in future constitutional debates about how to reconcile northern ‘others’ to an Irish team. Particularly telling is that hockey, rugby and bowls were sports associated with upper middle-class Protestants in both parts of Ireland: the caste most securely able to withstand partition and engage on an all-island basis. Similarly, though soccer was partitioned, this was more on account of internal politics than national division.

While for many Irish people, north and south, partition is self-evidently ludicrous, cruel and painful, the problem comes down to the group based in ‘the north’ for whom partition was seen as necessary and inevitable. It should be incumbent on historians and researchers to locate more respectable Unionist readings of partition, rather than dismissing them: especially if those same researchers look favourably on the future unification of the Ireland, seemingly on its way down the line. That future Irish unification which we are likely to eventually build will not have been well-served by historians that polemically dismissed partition because it was not an event they wish had happened. We should return with curiosity and critical faculty to the works of A.T.Q. Stewart, Richard Murphy, and Patrick Buckland.

It is striking, for this reason, that the best published study of partition appeared back in the mists of 1983: Michael Laffan’s The Partition of Ireland 1911–1925. While Laffan agrees ‘There was nothing predestined about the settlements of 1920-1’, he is tonally more comprehending of why partition occurred, its imperial backdrop, and what forces shaped its anomalous imposition in Ireland than recent offerings. This is achieved without the patronising tone of so many modern histories of partition and the border (to be clear: Moore’s book is not one of these and is far more impressive than such works). It seems strange, given the publication year of Laffan’s work, just two years after the emotive and volatile period of the Hunger Strikes, how much more detached its tone appears than several recent histories published in modern times by authors born since 1969.

Despite this overarching conceptual challenge, Birth of the Border provides an engaging and worthwhile overview of this contested and definitive moment in Ireland’s history. It is a book that reflects the awareness that many institutions and individuals in Irish life planned for an ending to partition that never arrived. Despite all the talk, they are still waiting.

Cormac Moore, 2019, Birth of the Border: The Impact of Partition in Ireland. Publisher @ Irish Academic Press. ISBN-13: 978-1785372933

Connal Parr is a Lecturer in History, Northumbria University.

The Birth Of The Border