Showing posts with label H Blocks Hunger strike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label H Blocks Hunger strike. Show all posts
John Crawley ✍ delivered the address at a commemoration in Dublin on 26-August-2023 for those twelve republicans who lost their lives on hunger strike in British prisons.


Forty-two years ago today, the hunger strikes in the H-Blocks of Long Kesh were still in progress. Ten Irish Republican prisoners had died of starvation, and ten more were refusing food. The last to die, INLA Volunteer Mickey Devine, passed away on August 20th. The hunger strikes would be called off on October 3rd. Many in the crowd today had not yet been born; for them, it is a historical event. Others of us were young men and women in 1981 and remember it as a contemporary event. To Republicans of all ages, that fateful period is seared into our souls as a defining moment in Irish history.

A sacrifice of such magnitude, suffering, and selfless devotion inspires admiration in even the most cynical of those motivated primarily by material self-interest. People who wouldn’t dream of skipping breakfast for any cause or principle couldn’t help but feel a measure of respect for the hunger strikers’ inspirational sacrifice. It also encouraged those of a more opportunistic mindset to see in the hunger strikes a moral well to draw from - an event to be relentlessly plundered to augment the electoral capital essential to advancing their private political ambitions.

The issue of political legitimacy has been at the core of much of what Irish political hunger strikes have been about, whether Irishmen and women have the fundamental right, as stated in the 1916 Proclamation, to organise and train her manhood to assert in arms the independence and sovereignty of Ireland, an Ireland defined by the Proclamation as the whole nation and all of its parts. Or whether this activity can be viewed by the enemies of Irish freedom as criminal acts.

Usually, when Irish Republican hunger strikers make demands, they are not presented in such stark ideological terms. But few who have been in prison can doubt that the sacrifices made and the hardships endured during protests were not about obtaining for others an easy life in jail but a real defence of our legitimate right to fight for the full freedom of our country without being treated as common criminals.

Great play is made of the narrative that the hunger strikes of 1981 paved the way for electoral politics for the Provisional movement back when it could still claim to be a Republican movement. Long before former comrades began advocating for a two-nations ‘New’ Ireland instead of the one-nation Republic we were assured they would lead us to. This narrative has become so embedded and unchallenged that it has evolved in some circles into the delusional claim that the hunger strikers died for the Good Friday Agreement.

Why does Britain continue to interfere in our internal affairs and strive to constitutionally enshrine and manipulate our differences and divisions? First and foremost is the strategic imperative of maintaining the political and territorial integrity of the United Kingdom. Modifying Articles 2 and 3 of the Irish constitution from a territorial claim to a notional aspiration was a significant victory for the British. The Brits and the Unionists had continually protested that these articles were the real impediments to peace and stability, not partition. Articles 2 and 3 attempted to address the injustice of partition by declaring that Ireland is one nation. It had been treated as one nation by England for hundreds of years. Weakening Dublin’s claim to the six northeastern counties gives a veneer of democratic legitimacy to partition. It demonstrates that the Irish government has partnered with London in declining to acknowledge Ireland as one democratic unit and has conceded that fact in an international agreement. It is a credit to the negotiating skills of the British that diluting the Irish territorial claim to Ireland as a whole was the only binding constitutional change required by the Good Friday Agreement.

The British never forget that Ireland is their back door. England’s initial reason for invading Ireland was to enrich themselves through land and taxation and to prevent other European powers or contenders for the English throne from using Ireland as a base of operations. When British intelligence and security analysts cast their gaze across the Irish Sea, they observe an island of over thirty-two thousand square miles covering vital approaches to Britain’s national territory and seas. A land mass that permits rapid access to areas of the North Atlantic crucial to British defence interests, particularly the naval choke point between Greenland, Iceland, and the United Kingdom that Russian ships and submarines must navigate to reach the North Atlantic. An island whose territorial waters contain, or are in close proximity to, three-quarters of all underwater fibre-optic cables in the northern hemisphere. Cables that carry approximately ninety-seven percent of all global communications. Another consideration is that Britain’s strategic nuclear deterrent, consisting of Trident ballistic missiles on Vanguard-class submarines, is based at Faslane in Scotland. These subs have to pass through the narrow North Channel between Scotland and the North of Ireland when leaving or returning to base. Under no circumstances would a government independent of the United Kingdom be allowed unfettered control of that channel’s western flank if it can be avoided.

The Brits see in Ireland a bread basket and cattle ranch. An unsinkable aircraft carrier and potential ports for their warships and submarines. An island with approximately two million men and women of military age. An island where six of its counties are members of NATO, and the remaining twenty-six must somehow be manipulated or conned into joining.

The Brits see what they have always seen in Ireland. A geographical, material, and human resource to be exploited and one that must never be encouraged to become a united, sovereign, and independent Republic that could conceivably develop policies for the benefit of the Irish people that conflict with Britian’s strategic interests.

A crucial component of British strategy is reshaping the narrative on Irish unity. Wolfe Tone’s belief that unity between Planter and Gael would be achieved through breaking the connection with England and forging a joint civic identity is best replaced by, among other things, the concept of unity through commemorating joint service in the First World War when Irish Catholics and Protestants engaged in the mutual enterprise of killing Germans in Flanders. Some Nationalists believe that relationships with Unionists can be enhanced through attendance at British war commemorations and sentimentalising joint military service in the Imperial Army that executed the 1916 leadership - emphasising at all times that the only unity that matters lies in our cross-community debasement as levies and mercenaries for the foreign country that conquered us. As part of this campaign, British war memorials are springing up all over Ireland, and elements of the Irish Defence Forces play an increasing role as a ceremonial wing for the British army. Many of those pushing this agenda support entering NATO in the belief that Irish national security can best be preserved by joining in a military alliance with the country that endeavoured most to subdue us and continues to claim a substantial portion of our national territory.

Anyone who believes the British government will simply leave Ireland when the unionist population dwindles to an unsustainable level and close the door behind them is mistaken. The Brits play the long game and are working now, as they have been working for years, to shape the strategic environment and set the conditions for the constitutional future of a united Ireland that will work to their benefit. London can live with a united Ireland within the British Commonwealth and NATO. It will not tolerate a sovereign Republic immune to its influence. At the heart of the so-called Irish peace process lies the hidden agenda of a British war process.

Unionists did not partition Ireland - England did. It did so for deeper and far more strategic reasons than the refusal of a minority in six Irish counties to become subject to the democratic will of a national majority. England did not claim jurisdiction in Ireland for the benefit of unionists. England’s conquest of Ireland began centuries before the plantations. There was no Union and no Unionists when England’s sword first cut its genocidal swathe through Ireland. It doesn’t care about unionists beyond their utility as a bulwark against the evolution of a national civic identity. Ulster Unionists are pro-British for deep historical reasons that cannot be glibly dismissed, but they are not the British presence and must not be made so. The British presence is the presence of Britain’s jurisdictional claim to Ireland and the civil and military apparatus that gives that effect.

A relentless campaign is being waged to condition the Irish people to accept and legitimise a British constitutional component as an essential ingredient of a united Ireland. Unionists may be the excuse for this, but they are not the reason. The British will retain enormous influence in the internal affairs of this country if given a constitutional mandate to represent citizens from the Ulster Unionist tradition in the ludicrously named ‘New’ Ireland. The Brits will form alliances and build the political prestige of the leadership of any community who will help them pacify, normalise and stabilise the status quo. Britain may not always be able to rule Ireland directly, but with the help of an enduring civic division, it can help prevent us from harmoniously ruling ourselves.

When those who endorse the Good Friday Agreement speak of re-imaging a ‘New’ Ireland, what they really mean is refashioning the division between Planter and Gael and giving it a truly national dimension. When they speak of creating a United Ireland for everyone, they mean making all of Ireland British enough to encourage unionists to feel comfortable in it. Suggestions include discarding the national flag, changing the national anthem, and the South of Ireland re-joining the British Commonwealth. They talk of a New Ireland, an Agreed Ireland, a Shared Island. What they never speak of is the Irish Republic.

For a Republican, reaching out to unionists does not mean reaching out to them as foreigners who happen to live here but as our fellow citizens. Foreigners are born in another country. The vast majority of Ulster Unionists were born in Ireland. They must not be treated as the civil garrison of an alien state. That is not pluralism; that is submitting to the social and political modelling of colonial conquest. Robert Emmet did not request his epitaph be withheld until his country had taken its place as two nations among the nations of the earth.

Britain has no natural affinity with Orangeism beyond one of utility. The Brits had never demurred from negotiating over the heads of their allies in Ireland when it suited their interests. Tony Blair was quite happy to dismantle the Orange state if, by doing so, Westminster’s regional assembly at Stormont could achieve nationalist buy-in and become politically viable. Of course, Unionists didn’t like that. Many are motivated by an intense anti-Catholicism few Englishmen share. But the Provo trope of equating Unionist unease with impending nationalist victory is base sectarian reductionism.

Why is New Sinn Féin so heavily invested in Pax Britannica? Why have they internalised Britain’s definition of peace even though it was the British who injected the sectarian dynamic into Irish politics and are primarily responsible for political violence here? How have they been co-opted into a concept of Irish unity that converges with Britain’s analysis of the nature of the conflict and Britain’s strategy to resolve it?

There are many reasons for this Damascene conversion, but a key one is based on a similar principle that Free Staters followed after signing the Anglo-Irish Treaty - if you cannot do what counts, you make what you can do count. To do what counted to achieve the Irish Republic proved too dangerous and daunting for many Staters, so they decided to make the Treaty count, save their skins, open lucrative career paths, and shift the goalposts from the 32-county Sovereign Republic to a 26-county Dominion of the British Empire subordinate to the King. They then told their supporters that achieving managerial control of a state was what they had been fighting for all along and, thus, had won the war.

The Free State then proceeded to create a myth of ‘our’ Irish democracy defending itself against the ‘purists’ of Irish republicanism. The thing about democracy in Ireland is that the British have had centuries to mould it in their interests. They began, in part, by founding Maynooth Seminary in 1795. A major purpose, besides preventing the Irish Catholic clergy from being tainted by democratic and republican ideals acquired from a continental education, was to train the priests and bishops who would educate a rising Catholic middle class from whose ranks would emerge a loyal nationalist leadership amenable to reconciling Irish nationalist aspirations with British sovereignty.

The degree to which Britain succeeded in nurturing a loyal nationalist leadership can be seen in the Irish Parliamentary Party’s policy of harnessing Ireland to England’s war chariot in 1914 and John Redmond’s description of the 1916 rising as treason against the Irish people.

For republicans, democracy means popular control over public affairs by a free, informed, and equal citizenship without external impediment. For the British, democracy in Ireland is any mechanistic exhibition of electoral theatre that achieves a desired result despite the use or threat of force, bribery, censorship, partition, gerrymandering, or sectarian interventions. The British have a long tradition of shaping Irish democracy in their interests and co-opting the political classes that emerge. They have displayed a remarkable capacity to channel Irish political trajectories in a particular direction, harness Irish leaderships to drive the strategy, and make the Irish believe it was their own idea. James Connolly wrote, ‘Ruling by fooling is a great British art. With great Irish fools to practice on.’

Thanks to the Good Friday Agreement, the future of the Northern state rests securely in a political and legal framework of terms and conditions comprehensively safeguarded within an intricate web of constitutional constraints that only Britain can interpret and adjudicate. No Irish citizen, elected or otherwise, can call an Irish unity poll in Ireland. That decision lies firmly in the hands of an English politician who doesn’t have a single vote in Ireland. That is Irish democracy British style.

A memorial to the hunger strikers recently unveiled in America implies that they died for the Good Friday Agreement. I find few concepts more disheartening than the implication that the ten IRA/INLA hunger strikers who died in the H-Blocks in 1981 paved the way for this internal settlement on British terms.

The Good Friday Agreement is a pacification project based on the principle that the model of Ireland as one nation is a discredited concept. It annuls the republican concept of national unity across the sectarian divide. It guarantees that unionists will remain British into perpetuity instead of sharing equal citizenship with the rest of their countrymen. A genuine republic recognizes and tolerates diversity but should never encourage and embrace conflicting national loyalties within its territory. The Good Friday Agreement attempts to ensure that unionists will remain forever in Ireland but not of it. It bakes in the British/Irish cleavage in national loyalties. It enshrines the sectarian dynamic. Thus, it guarantees that the political malignancy through which Britain historically manipulated and controlled Ireland will remain intact. No Irish Republican would have lifted a finger for that, much less have suffered a prolonged and agonising death for it.

Writing in his diary on the first day of his hunger strike, Bobby Sands noted, ‘what is lost here is lost for the Republic’. Later, he passed a comm to one of his comrades during a prison mass, which said, ‘Don’t worry, the Republic’s safe with me’. Unfortunately, the Republic would not prove safe in the hands of ambitious opportunists who would lay claim to Bobby’s legacy.

The British have awarded the Victoria Cross to a small number of soldiers who demonstrated remarkable bravery, or for some daring or pre-eminent act of valour or self-sacrifice, or for extreme devotion to duty in the presence of the enemy. The American Congressional Medal of Honour has been awarded to a select few of their soldiers who displayed conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of life above and beyond the call of duty. Many of these acts of undoubted courage were carried out impulsively in the heat of the moment, when the adrenalin was at its highest, and the intensity of close combat blurs the ability to rationalise and analyse one’s actions.

Think of the heroism involved in a hunger strike to death. What conspicuous bravery and pre-eminent acts of self-sacrifice were displayed by our Republican soldiers? How high above and beyond the call of duty did they reach in their determination to achieve their mission? And not in any act of impetuous audacity but in the grinding physical and mental attrition of slow starvation. An act of heroism conducted in an environment where one has up to two months and beyond to suffer an agonising death. Up to two months and beyond to contemplate and reflect upon the action undertaken and the consequences of that action upon oneself, one’s family, and the struggle. Up to two months and beyond as the body devours itself while prison officers leave delicious and nourishing food in one’s cell at every mealtime. It is a sacrifice where life is handed to you on a plate three times a day and must be shunned for what one believes is the greater good for your comrades and your country.

Between 1917 and 1981, 22 Irish Republicans died on hunger strikes protesting attempts by the enemies of the Irish Republic, both foreign and domestic, to criminalise the struggle for Irish freedom.

Today we honour the seven gallant IRA volunteers and their three INLA comrades who sacrificed all they had for their country between March and October of 1981. We also remember IRA volunteers Michael Gaughan and Frank Stagg, who died on hunger strikes in English prisons in 1974 and 1976, respectively.

Bobby Sands, Francis Hughes, Raymond McCreesh, Patsy O’Hara, Joe McDonnell, Martin Hurson, Kevin Lynch, Kieran Doherty, Thomas McElwee, and Michael Devine. We salute you, and we never shall forget who you were and what you truly represented. Blessed are they who hunger for justice. Up the Republic!
 
John Crawley is a former IRA volunteer and author of The Yank.

Remembering the Hunger Strikers 2023

The Gaelic American ✒ On Sunday, May 21st at 1pm, the Rhode Island 1916 Commemoration Committee will unveil a plaque dedicated to the 1981 hunger strikers at the Famine Memorial site located along the Providence River Greenway. 


Speakers include Committee Chair James McGetrick, Tricia McIver, MD, keynote speaker Sinn Fein MLA Pat Sheehan (who was on the 1981 Hunger Strike), followed by AOH FFAI Chair Martin Galvin. A social will follow at the Ceilidhe Club (50 America Street, Cranston) at 2 PM.

However, the plaque has been criticized for its historical revisionism, in which it summarizes the end goal of the hunger strike being the Good Friday Agreement. It reads in part,

The death of these ten men, and the international response to it, caused The British to change this policy and also created the conditions for the armed struggle to evolve into participation in Electoral Politics, leading eventually to the Good Friday Agreement of 1998.

Gerry McGeough and John Crawley are both former POWs who have offered their thoughts on this historical misinterpretation:

Gerry McGeough: “As someone who worked on the Bobby Sands election and campaigned on behalf of Irish Republican prisoners during both the 1980 and ’81 hunger strikes, I take issue with some of the baffling claims recorded on this plaque . . .

John Crawley: “As a lifelong republican activist, I find few concepts more disheartening than the implication that the ten IRA/INLA hunger strikers who died in the H-Blocks in 1981 paved the way for the Good Friday Agreement.

Continue reading @ TGA.

RI Unveiling Plaque For Hunger Strikers

Dixie Elliot ✒ This short poem is about conversations I had with Big Tom when we shared a cell. It is about dreaming of a life beyond prison walls and war.


You watched the shifting clouds
and dreamed.
The wind carried the curlew's call.
Rain brought memories in its wake.
So too the swirling snow, as cold as a prison wall.
♜ ♞ 
A passing greeting along the road.
Cattle grazing unconcerned.
Lough Beg in the moonlight, a meandering stream.
The welcoming fire in your mothers hearth, and a rest well earned.
♜ ♞ 
When love first caught your eye and it gripped your heart.
The slow dance long remembered, and a song from the past.
A kiss at the gate and whispered plans
of a future never apart.
♜ ♞ 
You watched the shifting clouds and dreamed.

Thomas Dixie Elliot is a Derry artist and a former H Block Blanketman.
Follow Dixie Elliot on Twitter @IsMise_Dixie

Tomás Mór McElwee

Dixie Elliot ✒ Forty one years have passed since word reached us in our cells that our comrade, brave Kieran Doherty TD, had died after 73 days on Hunger Strike.

Fuair sé bás ar son saoirse na hÉireann:


The Shadows of the Past.

They gather round that fire
which lights the darkest night.
The shadows of the past; they took on
Britain's might.
♜ ♞ 
The peasant with the pike,
who died in bloody battle.
Those who followed Pearse
to death amidst the gunfire's rattle.
♜ ♞ 
Then followed in their turn,
sons and daughters of the land,
and Dublins slums, and Northern towns
once more the flame was fanned.
♜ ♞ 
They lay in wait with Barry, crossed
rain-swept hills with Breen.
And fought with fearless Treacy who fell on Talbot Street.
Betrayed by the politician, killed by the Stater's hand. At the Four Courts, Ballyseedy and outside Cahersiveen.
♜ ♞  
The fire burned low, the dying embers
barely gave off light.
The shadows of the past were fading, as
darkness crept upon them in the night.
♜ ♞  
The flames were reignited, in the Bogside
and on the Falls.
Death the only future, fear was ever present. But courage kept the fire alight and shattered prison walls.
 ♜ ♞ 
The shadows of the past gather round the fire and wait.
That fire has burned on Oulart Hill
since 1798.

Thomas Dixie Elliot is a Derry artist and a former H Block Blanketman.
Follow Dixie Elliot on Twitter @IsMise_Dixie

Honouring Kieran Doherty

Dixie Elliot It has been forty one years since our brave comrade, INLA Volunteer Kevin Lynch, took his last defiant breath after 71 torturous days and nights on hunger strike.


 He passed from this world in the H Blocks of Long Kesh, a concrete and barbed wire hellhole the British called HMP Maze.
 
Yesterday we gathered with his family in the graveyard where he lies at rest to honour his memory.

On a hill above the graveyard an ancient standing stone can be seen just beyond the towering trees. The majestic Benbradagh Mountain, steeped in the folklore of Dungiven, with tales of Finvola, the Gem of the Roe, and the banshee Grainne Rua, changes colours with the shifting light.
 
These were the memories which surely lifted Kevin as he peered through the concrete bars of his filthy cell at the clouds drifting overhead. His hometown lay beyond the Sperrins but it was the high walls and the wire fences which separated him from those he loved.
 
His desire to free his country from the yoke of the tyrant burned in his heart just as brightly as the fire in his mother's hearth.

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam uasal.

Honouring Kevin Lynch

Anthony McIntyre - takes a different view of both the 1981 hunger strike and the end of the IRA's armed struggle from that expressed by an old friend from back in the day.

On the evening of my very first parole from prison after almost 14 years banged up, I was a passenger in a car driven by my brother heading to Ardoyne. I asked him to take the Crumlin Road route rather than the more convenient one via West Circular Road and Twaddell Avenue. I wanted to view the city’s jail which I had previously spent a few spells in.

It was not nostalgia that spurred me. Four months earlier a close friend had been caught on an IRA bombing operation and was now confined within the walls of the foreboding structure. It was one of those gestures that quietly conveyed the sentiment that I had not forgotten: that even in what was a time of joy for me, his travails still figured in my mind.

Sometime later, the H-Blocks well behind me, I was crossing the Mersey by ferry to The Wirall. I was in the city of Liverpool for one of the soccer matches and also to visit the Anfield memorial to the 96 fans unlawfully killed by South Yorkshire Police at Sheffield in 1989. During the crossing I wrote to the imprisoned friend, the undulations of the river currents probably exacerbating my frequently commented upon poor handwriting. He had visited me and kept in touch after his previous release from prison on a number of occasions, and I was reciprocating now that he was back in for a very long stretch.

I have previously laid out my views on Pat Sheehan, even though by then we were no longer in touch -  apart from a few chance encounters where we would chew the fat before going our separate ways - or had maintained the friendship we once had. I guess that is politics: his choice rather than mine. Although it remains something for which no explanation was ever forthcoming. C'est La Vie.

Pat had spent 55 days on the 1981 hunger strike before it was ordered to a halt by IRA leaders outside the jail. I was seriously relieved he had made it through although it seemed touch and go as he had contracted a serious liver malady which did not augur well for him. The experience from that dark and dangerous era is what led him to Derry last week where there was a commemoration of the 40th anniversary of the end of the hunger strike.

While in the city he spoke to the Derry Journal. Two things struck me. One, a glaring inaccuracy which it is difficult to pass off as an oversight; the other a highly contentious view with little evidence to support it. I am not the corrector of false narratives and these days let much that is inaccurate run past me. But on the 40th anniversary of the deaths of the volunteers described by Pat as 'probably ten of the best men that we had', and in the year when a previously unpublished comm by Bobby Sands came to light, raising serious questions for some leadership figures as to the malign role they played,  I thought it worthwhile to commit to the record.

On the outcome of the IRA campaign Pat Sheehan expressed the following view:   

If you consider that the whole rationale behind the criminalisation policy was to isolate and marginalise republicans and ultimately to defeat the IRA - the outcome was actually the opposite of that … the strategy of the British to defeat the IRA and defeat the republican struggle failed in 1981 and I think we are still feeling the repercussions of that even now.

What is seriously deficient about this statement is the extent to which it ignores the terms on which the IRA campaign was brought to a close. The objective of the IRA campaign was to coerce the British state out of Ireland and coerce the North into a unitary state. The IRA campaign failed on both counts. The objective of the British state was not to remain in Ireland forever and a day but to ensure that the terms on which it would leave Ireland were those of consent by a majority in the North. The British won that hands down. 

Not only were the British successful in having the unity only by consent formula become entrenched as the core political and strategic determinant pertaining to the matter of constitutional change, they also registered a double success in having the Provisional project abandon its position of coercion and in its place accept the British terms of disengagement. Whether we describe that as a failure or a defeat is a matter of choice but a compelling case can be made that the outcome of the IRA campaign as easily fits one description as it does the other.

The republican struggle ended in failure with the advent of the Good Friday Agreement. The political project today is a constitutional nationalist one which was the antithesis of the IRA's armed campaign. The only thing that has shifted the constitutional axis is Brexit, not Sinn Fein’s politicking. 

While that might be described as belonging to the sphere of opinion,  no matter how weak one opinion might be vis a vis the other, Pat Sheehan's other contention is not a matter of opinion but factually wrong. In claiming that the seriously subversive narrative of Richard O'Rawe - that a British offer which could have saved the lives of six hunger strikers was accepted by the prison leadership but overruled by key leaders outside the prison - is implausible, Pat Sheehan contends:

I wasn’t in that wing at the time when this discussion is supposed to have taken place between ‘Bik’ and Richard. If you ask me it would have been impossible to have had a conversation like that and not for everyone else or at least some others to have heard it because the currency at that time in the prison was scéal [news/information - literally story]. Who had a bit of info? Who knew a wee bit here or there? If the leadership were up at the window or down at the pipe having a conversation about the situation someone else would have heard it. That is my view and there is nobody, as far as I’m aware of, backing up what Richard says.


Nobody backing it up?  


The cellmate of Richard O'Rawe at the time of the conversation Pat Sheehan suggests never happened had this to say to Eamonn McCann:


“Richard isn’t a liar. He told the truth in his book. I heard what passed between Richard and Bik (McFarlane). I remember Richard saying, ‘Ta go leor ann,’ and the reply, ‘Aontaim leat.’ There’s just no question that that happened.”

 

Gerard Clarke, who was also on the wing at the time, confirmed at a public event in Derry in 2009 that he too had heard the conversation between O'Rawe and McFarlane and that O'Rawe's account was accurate.


I admire Pat Sheehan's fortitude from the days when he was an IRA volunteer, willing to die on hunger strike. Eschewing a ballot box in one hand and an armalite in somebody else's, he was willing to lead from the front and take part in a war he knew could not be won. All of that makes him courageous, not correct. 

⏩ Follow on Twitter @AnthonyMcIntyre.


Hello Old Friend

Lesley Stock ✒ concludes on her exchange with Richard O'Rawe. 

Some may wonder why I, a proud retiree from the RUCGC and PSNI, would even contemplate writing about the Blanket Men and hunger strikers? So much has already been written – hell, they’ve even had movies made about them! 

Since retiring from the police – I have become more interested in politics, my role in this messed up society, and how to make it a slightly better place for our future generations. I’ve become involved in peace and reconciliation and have heard stories that made me weep with despair and also genuine warmth from every section of the community. One thing I’ve never ‘got’, was unadulterated sectarianism. I was never brought up in that way and hence, brought my children up within the Integrated education system. Even in my early 20’s, I realised that we are all a product of birth and our background. Each of us, if born into another family could have become the very people we see as ‘enemies’.

It was after getting quite a lot of criticism from loyalists, for even contemplating writing on a ‘Republican’ site such as TPQ, (an incorrect assumption in fact!) that made me look at our past. Much lately, has been written about the hunger strikers, and the fact that it is 40 years since their deaths. I saw it as not just a Republican past, I viewed it - and even more so now realise - that whatever our knowledge or opinions on it, it was a crucial period in our collective past. How many Protestants know anything about what really went on in the prison at that crucial time? I know that I, in my ignorance didn’t even try to know, or understand. These four articles were about me educating myself, and hopefully allowing others to grasp exactly what went on. They were to be neither Republican ‘propaganda’ articles, for my views are still very much my views, nor were they to be articles to highlight the views of most Protestants, that these were men starving themselves to death for a cause. I hope that I have given a true account of the facts and I must admit, that my meeting with, and chatting with one of these men, who knows personally about what went on, was enlightening, shocking and a humbling experience for which I will be eternally grateful.

I came into quite a bit of criticism with the first 2 articles (I’m writing this immediately after writing the 3rd) from what I would class as unrepentant, ideological Republicans. I was ‘fluffing’ what really happened. Yes, I didn’t present the full, horrific details of the brutality prisoners endured, for two reasons, 1 – Ricky didn’t give me those details, perhaps to save me from embarrassment or shame? and 2 – because the brutality in it’s unedited inhumane fact can be read in Ricky’s’ fabulous book, Blanket Men. Republicans know about the incidents of torture and disgusting brutality that no person should ever have endured, but I was writing these pieces not specifically for Republicans, these were to be pieces which perhaps Protestants weren’t aware of.

I hope that even some clearer and impartial understanding of those times can be achieved by the articles. I, for one, (and others who have read them have contacted me,) have learned much more about humanity of individual men and the internal workings of the IRA. For me, it was like a brick had hit me, the commitment to following orders within that organisation. Maybe not so different to the British Army if one really takes it to the letter of ‘doing as one is told’! Were the soldiers on the streets of Belfast and Derry acting on orders, and merely followed them? Or, did they disobey orders and fire discriminately into innocent bystanders? I personally think that – as with the ‘volunteers’ in the IRA and indeed the Loyalist paramilitaries, there are incidents which are definitely cases of both. As Ricky stated, some volunteers were prohibited from even going on the hunger strike because of their inhumane deeds prior to incarceration. We have members of the Shankill Butchers, who, were most definitely members of a paramilitary grouping, but also carried out the most sadistic inhumane murders.

Being devil's advocate, how can real die-hard Republicans criticise the British Army for doing the same thing that some of their members were also guilty of? I absolutely, however, think that the authors of those orders within the British Army should be tried for subsequent actions of their foot soldiers. I’ve had many a conversation with open minded Republicans, who will readily admit that it’s Republicans who never served a day in jail, who never undertook any participation in the ‘cause’, and who are the most sanctimonious, pious, unyielding, and stubborn agitators against any criticism by Protestants of the IRA.

And what of Mr Ricky O’Rawe (no longer Volunteer) - what happens to a man who has gone through so much for the IRA. after he no longer ‘volunteers’? Well, he is still a committed Republican and wishes to see a United Ireland. He doesn’t (and Shouldn't) make any apology for that vision. He is still married to Bernadette and Bernie, his lovely daughter (who I also had the privilege of meeting) is a highly educated beautiful woman of whom he is very openly, and quite rightly very proud. He is a member of society who helps those who have gone through trials in life, working with youngsters to prevent them getting into paramilitary activity, alcoholics and drug addicts. This man I’d say has the life experiences to assist in such a positive way to society … All of our society.

In writing the book, he says he himself came under extreme criticism from some Republicans. The truth of those negotiations and unnecessary deaths of Ricky’s’ friends I’m sure, were hard to take, by those whose decisions caused them. One thing I completely respect about this unassuming man is his honesty, how he allowed me behind the ‘wall’ of his conscience and mind. He spoke briefly to me about the fantastic friendship he had with Gerry Conlon, and about how he vowed to write his autobiography on Gerry’s death bed. But as I looked at this friend describing the death of another, I felt privileged that I saw tears form in the eyes that had turned into deep pools of sorrow. He then stopped the conversation, but I respected his openness in letting me share a bit of his love and sorrow for another. He demonstrated to the reader in his writings as well, relating the ‘propaganda’, the lies, the secrecy, which was always apparent within the Republican Movement. He, to me, wrote this book, knowing that it may cause him issues, yet had the integrity (albeit years after the event) to admit and expose his innermost thoughts about what was wrong with that era. He describes having a good relationship with some of the Prison Officers and confirms that Loyalist and Republican paramilitaries did indeed ‘work together’ - some would even say ‘collude.'

And I needed to know one last thing from this man who had given up so much of his time, effort, freedom for the IRA - was it all worth it? The deaths, the pain and hardship? The answer came back without a seconds’ hesitation, but I’d say everyone who have been involved in any part in the conflict here would most probably have asked themselves the same question. ‘No, not one life that has been lost has been worth the struggle, on any part.’ This is how I’d answer the question to myself. When we think of all the trauma created by all sides, the victims, their families, the permanently scarred both physically and mentally, how can it have been worth it?

I can sit now and thank the stars for enabling me to have made this journey. I know that through the adversity suffered in his life Ricky has carved out a very well-deserved career in writing and assisting those in our society who need the most support. I will never condone any actions those men, Republican, Loyalist or indeed, those who abused their power in Long Kesh committed, and I don’t ever intend to, but as always, my mantra is ‘respect’. I respect folk who tell truths, who are open to allowing themselves to admit their flaws, and who respect my views, whilst not holding my flaws against me. It has been yet another confirmation, that we can and do have differing views, we have all come to this position in our lives with our own baggage, but respecting humanity and realising that in fact, there are commonalities between us all as human beings.

⏩ Lesley Stock is a former PSNI and RUC Officer currently involved in community work. 

From The Eyes Of An Adversary ➖ The Method Of The Madness

Lesley Stock with the third in  series arising from the discussion with Richard O'Rawe. 

The period of time during, and subsequently after the Hunger Strikes, was a particularly difficult period in the lives of all the citizens of Northern Ireland. By the end of 1981, 110 people had lost their lives on the streets of Northern Ireland. For the prisoners, the constant beatings and suffering continued, and it was hell on earth for them. I can’t imagine what life must have been like and to be honest, I know that I could not, and probably would not, have been able to cope. But, as I’ve stated in last week's piece, my brain was never really wired to endure such torment for a ‘cause’. I have only ever valued my family, kids, animals and friends over everything else. As long as those four departments in my life were healthy, happy and content, that was all I really cared about.

The strike had started with Bobby Sands, with one man starting to refuse food every two weeks thereafter. Ricky says, that as PRO he was constantly under pressure and says he has never had a headache that wouldn’t go away, defiantly refused to be staved off, as one after the other hunger striker succumbed to their fate. The British Government refused to bow to anything, and on Bobby Sands’ death they made a statement saying that they were committing suicide and put the blame squarely with the IRA leadership. 

I suppose that was true in part, dependent on your background. At this time, Ricky says that it was thought amongst the men, that this was a precarious strategy. The British Government had thus far, continued with their refusal to accept that these were indeed political prisoners, and the leaders within the H Blocks were in turmoil, trying to second guess what the Government may do if more and more prisoners died. They were getting mixed thoughts and it was a real dilemma as to what to do for the best. Ricky’s description of those times were actually quite heart-breaking: here are men - forget the reasoning behind why - who were ready to die for their cause, ready to become skin and bone, go blind, hallucinate, and die in unbearable agony, and the rest of their comrades weren’t even certain that it wouldn’t be in vain. Indeed, Ricky says, there were times when there were periods of biting despair:  when told by The Dark he wasn’t sure they were even going to win this battle, such was the resolve of Maggie Thatcher.

After 66 days, Bobby Sands MP died of starvation and no doubt all the other complications that that brings. After the death of Bobby Sands, there was horrendous rioting and mayhem on the streets of Belfast and Derry. The men inside heard on their smuggled radios that a whopping 100,000 had attended Sands’ funeral. Maybe it was all worth the pain for them? Certainly it seemed to them that the outside Nationalist citizens were very much behind them! The positive thinking however was yet again dashed, after a further 3 men died and Joe McDonnell was critical.

On 30th June 1981,the British Government issued another statement. Throughout all this, The Irish Commission for Justice and Peace, a negotiating body made up of clerics and Catholic politicians were in negotiations with the British Government. Were these negotiators accepted as such by prisoners and Adams? No, at one stage it was actually thought that they would scupper any true negotiations made by the prisoners and Adams. They had come back and said that the British Government were ready to negotiate certain terms. The atmosphere in the Blocks was one of despondency and confusion. Some prisoners were saying that they felt the strike should be called off before another of their comrades died. Others insisted that to force the British Government to act, the only way was to allow more deaths, in the hope that the Government could be seen to the rest of the world as intransigent and callous. However, the leaders (Bik in particular) were worried that if they didn’t accept an offer if it came from the British Government, the IRA could be seen in public opinion as willing to let comrades die unnecessarily and sent a comm to the outside leadership. It seemed there was a game of ‘dare’ in operation between the IRA leadership and the British Government. The leadership on the outside, never gave any indication back as to what way they should carry on. The statement issued by the Government was still without conciliation and insisted they would not bow to the prisoners demands.

Ricky had said that it was imperative to reply to this and so, he struggled with the wording of this statement for two days. His dead friends never left his conscience. Ricky states that the 4th of July 1981 statement was a departure from the usual statements issued by the prisoners. He never mentioned the term ‘political status’ and in fact, says it was veering towards the conciliatory, expressing a proposition to give the five demands, not just to themselves as political prisoners, but to all incarcerated. Word came back that the Government were willing to negotiate, and Ricky sighed in relief. No more were going to have to die.

The sigh was a bit too premature however. The anonymous Foreign office negotiator ‘The Mountain Climber’, was in indirect contact with Gerry Adams, via Brendan Duddy from Derry. Out of the 5 demands, the only sticking point really was free association, and the leaders inside decided that this really wasn’t the biggest let down. They had managed to throw off the uniform of criminality, the main reason for the hunger strike and were euphoric in what they saw as the best outcome they could ever have hoped for, given the turmoil of the previous weeks. All that was needed now was for Adams ‘kitchen cabinet’ on the outside world to agree and the months of excruciating hardship was over.

Gerry Adams came back stating that it was imperative that free association was necessary, so no deal. Bik and Ricky were devastated. Remember, none of the other prisoners were aware of the terms of the negotiations so as far as they were concerned, it was all still gloom and doom. The IRA operated on what was a strictly ‘need-to-know’ basis. Was Adams holding out for a better deal? It is still unclear as to why Adams never returned with an acceptance of that offer, and Adams himself, has never explained his position. The undeniable fact though is, that the refusal to accept the terms at that time meant that Joe McDonnell died the harsh and excruciating death the rest of the strikers had succumbed to. And the IRA waited for the communication and negotiations between them and The Mountain Climber to resume ... 

As the strikers waited, another man died. Martin Hurson died after only 46 days after contracting a stomach infection and dying an even worse death than the others if that was at all possible. This came as a major blow to Ricky and Bik. By now, Kevin Lynch, Kieran Doherty and Laurence McKeown were in a bad way. Laurence was to write, ‘Death appears inviting, more or less a release.’ The mood in the Blocks was one of helplessness and desperation. But a lifeline was to present itself, with the British Government opening up the lines of communication again, on the 19 July 1981. Adams however, seemed to be still intent on securing all the demands, before any end would be in sight. Meanwhile inside, Ricky was all too aware that more men were going to die.

The British Government weren’t for offering more, so Adams gave the leadership inside (Bik and Ricky) only two options 1) End the hunger strike without taking any of the concessions, or 2) carry on until the government broke and offered all concessions for the demands. It was, in effect, a lose-lose scenario. I listened to this piece of information with complete shock, that Adams ( ‘I was never in the IRA’) basically was morally alright with men, comrades, dying in agony whilst he sat pretty on the outside, not even really having to make the really hard decisions the guys on the inside were having to make. For they really Had No Choice - to call off the strike now, was not even an option. 

To the world, to their comrades, it was Bik and Ricky who were sitting pretty, not on the strike yet allowing their friends to die. The guilt and anger that Ricky felt towards the ‘kitchen cabinet’ for the lack of guidance and support, bore a hole in his very soul. At this stage Seanna Walsh withdrew his name from the hunger strike, basically saying what Ricky was thinking – to carry on was merely to prevent the 5 guys beforehand not dying in vain, but that was not the only reason, he would not be dying for political status, for it was surely lost already ..

At this stage, Father Dennis Faul had contacted some of the families and wanted a swift end to the strike. So they met with Adams. Whilst he agreed that the hunger strike was at a critical stage, gave them some platitudes about how they were all to be commended and their family member was a ‘hero’, he omitted to tell the distraught families that a deal had been offered And accepted by prison leadership which would save their loved ones. I found myself welling with anger and disgust at this revelation, this man who has been treated like a hero in Republican circles – had in effect created another ‘noble cause corruption’ in order to get what he wanted, whilst not being the one to be making the sacrifices.

At the end of July – Paddy Quinn’s mother intervened and took him off the strike, followed soon by another two families. To make matters worse, another 3 hunger strikers came off the strike themselves. They knew,as well as Ricky, that all hope was gone and that they were going to be dying purely not to let their dead colleagues down. Bik sent a comm out to the Army Council and they agreed, end the strike!

Ricky sent out a statement ‘Our comrades have lit with their very lives, an eternal beacon, that will inspire this nation ...’ Within a short space of the cessation of the strike, all the prisoners were given their own clothes. Were the British Government going to waiver and give them more concessions now that the strike was over? Bik sent a comm out suggesting that perhaps following the strike the prison regime to an extent would get them more. The word came back – No. Yet again, Bik who was indoctrinated to obey, obey, obey obliged and obeyed. 

For Ricky, this was a step too far and was moved to H1, known as a ‘conforming block’, a block with mixed loyalist and republican prisoners. Ricky asked to speak to the leader of the UVF in the Block, after already having spoken to the UDA, in order to ask them to remain in their cells and not come out. This was to try to force the segregation of the prisoners. So – at 5.00 pm, the loyalists prisoners went into their cells and wrecked them! Yip – the tactic worked; the loyalists were almost immediately moved to another block. Another demand had been won!

When Ricky was released in 1983, Bernie his long-suffering wife, gave him an ultimatum. You are with me and wee Bernie, or you’re with the IRA, not both. How could he have put her through the last few years? And he says it was an easy choice to make. Bernie and he are still together, and I’m not sure, in fact I know, I wouldn’t have been so patient throughout those years alone with a young baby.

Next week – Life after Lockup and thoughts on the era from a Protestant perspective.

⏩ Lesley Stock is a former PSNI and RUC Officer currently involved in community work. 

From The Eyes Of An Adversary ➖ The Dilemma Of The Dying

Duleek 1916-1981 Monument Committee ✒ will hold a commemoration on the 40th anniversary of Michael Devine, the tenth republican volunteer to die in the H-Blocks in 1981.

The event will take place at the Station Road commemorative garden, Duleek. It will honour all those blanketmen who died in Long Kesh protesting  British state attempts to criminalise armed opposition to its role in Ireland.   



Duleek 40th Anniversary Hunger Strike Commemoration

James Kearney ✒ shares his memories of Kevin Lynch forty years after his death. 

Sunday, August 1st 2021, Dungiven.

After speaking to my comrade Kevin Lynch for the final time, we parted company and I returned to my cell after the mass. His physical appearance and his last words to me would haunt me for the rest of my life. I was totally aware of the brutality and gross inhumanity that Kevin had been subjected to in the worst Blanket block of all, H Block 3, under the iron fist of PO Paddy Joe Kerr, a war criminal devoid of any sense of humanity or compassion. 

There was an inevitability about the situation that Kevin and all of us found ourselves in by 1981, having endured over 4 long years of stark inhumanity at the hands of a callous British Government which refused to recognise us as soldiers and prisoners of war. Our backs were against the wall and we were finally left with 2 choices, either to surrender and accept criminal status, or charge the field through the prison hunger strike to the death and make a final and heroic stand. 

Significantly, Kevin Lynch was not driven by hatred of our enemy, but instead by a deep sense of love for us, his comrades, who had become his brothers through suffering. He was prepared to offer up his life for us in an attempt to bring all of our suffering to an end. He felt that he had a duty to the men who had died before him on hunger strike and equally he had a duty to step forward and end the plight of the 300 men like myself who were still entombed in concrete hells. His selfless courage and unparalleled heroism continues to resonate to this day. No honour is too much, no praise too high for this Dungiven son, a shining example of what humanity can really achieve.

Those of us who survived 1981 have lived with the guilt and the pain of loss, which is at times beyond human comprehension, as we struggle in our journey through life knowing that Kevin Lynch and the others laid down their lives for us by breaking our chains through the prison hunger strike. The oppressed Irish people in the North of Ireland may have depended upon us, but we in turn depended upon one another during the H Block struggle and that was the real driving force of the hunger strike in 1981.

Today, the legacy of Kevin Lynch is all around us if we stop for a moment and contemplate on our journey thus far. That journey is not over yet, we are still on it, but the beacon of hope that Kevin lit with his own life on the 1st August 1981, continues to guide those of us who are believers in the cause of Irish Freedom, the soldiers of destiny, and his guiding light will eventually lead us home.

Postscript. His headstone reads, A man can have no greater love than to lay down his life for his friends.

The true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality - Ernesto Che Guevara.
 
Standing at the grave of Kevin Lynch in Dungiven, County Derry.
Seamus Kearney to the right and Brian Mc Donnell to the left.

⏩ James Kearney is a former Blanketman.

Remembering Kevin Lynch

James KearneyBeside the graves of my comrades, Bobby Sands, Kieran Doherty, Joe Mc Donnell, Mairead Farrell and Brendan O Callaghan a young boy laughs. 


He is unaware of the sacrifice that has been made, the huge price that has been paid, the long road of rags and sorrows which have led to this place.

He can not hear the sound of gunfire, the bullets cutting through skin, the moans and cries from the dying for their mothers. He can not hear the steel doors slamming, the women weeping for their sons and daughters, the pangs of hunger in the night.

He can not hear the thud of the distant explosion, the ticking time bomb, the front door being kicked in, the screech of a Saracen armoured car. He can not hear the dying gasps of men on hunger strike, he can not see their glazed eyes.

Instead, all he hears is the birds singing, the music on a gentle breeze. He hears the sound of an ice cream van, or a bee humming, or catches a glimpse of a sparrow hawk in flight.

His dreams are now filled with sugar plum fairies, not with smoke and horror, as only mine were. His laughter has become my revenge and the revenge of my lost brothers, my brothers in arms.

James Kearney is a former Blanketman.

Our Revenge Will Be The Laughter Of Our Children

Pádraic Mac Coitir ✒ visited the grave of IRA Volunteer Raymond McCreesh on the 40th anniversary of his death.


This morning me and two friends drove to Cam Loch to lay a wreath at the grave of IRA volunteer Raymond McCreesh. On the way down we spoke about Raymond and his 9 comrades who died in the H-Blocks of Long Kesh and the impact they had on us and many other people, not only here in Ireland but throughout the world.

I met Raymond when we were on remand in Crumlin Road Gaol in 1976 and, as was the norm then, we bouled around the yard with lads we knew from our own area - in my case lads from Lenadoon. Of course we got to know other lads and there was always banter between us 'townies' and those 'culchies'. 

Raymond was big into the GAA and an avid Armagh supporter and I'd yarn with him about results and teams. Although both of us were quiet - yes, once upon a time I was quiet and shy! - we would have a laugh about our clubs and counties.

I got to know Raymond better when we were on the blanket and no-wash protest in H-5. He was a couple of cells up from me and because it was close we didn't have to shout. Although times were very harsh with the screws brutalising us there were many occasions when we'd all have a bit of craic with sing-songs, quizzes and slagging. A lot of us came out of our shell and that meant most of us getting up to sing out the doors. I thought I could sing so my party pieces were Baidín Fhelimidh and Moonshadow. I can't remember the song Raymond sang but he was no Luke Kelly and whenever he got up the lads would give him dog's abuse.
 
As we spoke with others out the window he would talk about running about Cam Loch. And although I can't remember too much about the yarns it was a place I always wanted to go. I've been through it many times. And as the three of us stood at the grave we met a local woman and we got talking. She showed us the McCreesh house which is literally beside the graveyard. I can just imagine what it was like as the family went to the front door and looked over at Raymond's grave and remembered a brave fella who died this day 1981. On the way out of the village we stopped at a very impressive memorial garden dedicated to Raymond and the other nine lads.


It should also be remembered that fellow hunger striker, INLA volunteer Patsy O' Hara, died on the same day.

Fuair siad bás ar son Saoirse na h-Éireann.


Padraic Mac Coitir is a former republican
prisoner and current political activist.

A Wreath For Raymond McCreesh

Antoin O'Hara
in an extract from his book The Time Has Come describes visiting his brother  Patsy in the H-Blocks prison hospital before he died on hunger strike 40 years ago today. 


Patsy was on hunger strike for 61 days, from 21 March 1981 until the 21 May 1981 when he died. I only saw Patsy for a total of 2 hours and 15 minutes in that period, even though we were both in the same prison. It still angers me, even to this day. 

However, I was one of the lucky ones as Tom McElwee’s brother Benedict never got to see him because Tom died very quickly on hunger strike. When a hunger striker’s health conditions deteriorated, they tended to bring the relatives up to see them. Tom died very fast because Fr Tom Toner, one of the priests who said Sunday mass at the prison, told us that he had just left Tom and returned to his Parish in Belfast when Tom had passed away. Fr Toner told us that when he had left Tom, he was sitting up talking to him and he was healthy looking and very lucid looking, but then when he got to Belfast, he was told that Tom McElwee had died. However, at Sunday mass in the prison that week, Fr Toner told us that when he had visited Tom that day, Tom had said to him, “I think Jesus is calling me.” 

The 2 hours and 15 minutes comprising my visits with my bother Patsy consisted of three quarter-hour visits and a few half-hour visits. On the first visit I had with Pasty, he was lying in the bed, but could talk and there was a screw sitting there listening to our conversation, so we had no privacy. 

The minute I walked into his prison hospital cell, there was a strong smell of cabbage, which they had brought into his room. I was absolutely raging. Then, on the second or third visit I had with Patsy, he said to me, “Tá Griangrafer agam,” which means “I have a camera” in Irish. There had been a small camera and tape recorder smuggled in to him, so he used it to take a few photographs of himself to be sent outside. 

After he was finished taking his photographs, he sent the camera on to Raymond McCreesh along with a small roll of film and the tape recorder. Pasty also managed to record a message to be sent out, but because Raymond was already falling into a coma, he didn’t manage to record a message as well. Patsy did manage to get the small roll of film sent outside, and the photographs were published in the Irish Press newspaper. The photographs were of Patsy sitting on a wheelchair holding his own head up as the muscles in his neck were probably too weak for him to hold his own normally. The actual photographs were taken by a friendly orderly in the canteen of the prison. Once the photographs were published, the screws raided the cell and I don’t know what terrible things they did to Patsy, but his health went downhill very rapidly after that. The screws then found the camera and tape recorder under Raymond McCreesh’s pillow, so the abuse that they both had to endure after that must have been very severe.

Patsy was the only prisoner to get a real image of a hunger strike to the outside world. The only other images were the posters portraying what the hunger strikers taken from Family photos looked like. The posters were put up all over Ireland; so, when people saw a real live image of a hunger striker, it caused a whole big sensation, not to mention the embarrassment to the British government for what they were allowing to happen. 

My mother, father, Brother and Sister, all went to see Pasty every day during the last couple of weeks of his life. My last visit with my brother Patsy was when he was dying. He could barely speak, and his throat was very croaky. They moved Patsy to the cell Bobby had died in a few weeks before and there was door at the end of the corridor, which was Patsy’s room door. And I remember the screws were pushing my sister Liz out the door as I was being brought in another direction to visit Patsy. She spotted me and burst into tears. The screws had no empathy at all, and they were very cold with no respect for Patsy or my family. They would not even let the family stay together by our dying brother’s bedside. 

The doctor had put Patsy on spring water as he couldn’t keep the tap water down. But now, his body was starting to shut down. They had given him sips of spring to moisten his caked lips, and I remember going out and the tears welling up in my eyes, and about to start falling down my face like a waterfall. But I knew that I had to control my emotions somehow because I didn’t want to be seen crying in front of those bastards, the screws. I looked directly at the wall and willed my tears to disappeared as my will power took over. 

⏩ Excerpt taken from The Time Has Come book. 
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Visiting A Dying Brother