Showing posts with label RUC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RUC. Show all posts
Brandon Sullivan ✍ ventures into the world of criminality within the Parachute Regoment and the RUC.

And you dare call me a terrorist, while you look down your gun, and I think of all the deeds that you have done. You have plundered many nations, divided many lands, you have terrorised their peoples, you ruled with an iron hand, and you brought this reign of terror to my land. (The Ballad of Joe McDonnell)
The Irish people are a pretty aggressive race ... just now they (Protestants) think we're their army ... we're just as liable to shoot them as we are anybody else ... the people here are luckiest people in the world, because they've got a British government. If it was anywhere else in the world, there'd be an awful lot more dead people and the army would be a lot more harder. - (Corporal Brown, Parachute Regiment, 1971)
As far as I'm concerned Corporal Brown is a disgrace to the British Army uniform ... going round night after night bullying men, women, and children." (Resident of Clonard, about Parachute Regiment Corporal Brown, 1971)

Criminals and Cowards in the Parachute Regiment, 1970s

Former Traditional Unionist Voice candidate John Ross said about Bloody Sunday:

One Para, and I make no apology for saying it, carried out a very successful operation … A good operation, a job well done. They all came out alive.

They did. 14 unarmed civilians did not. Using Ross’s rationale, the OIRA’s bombing of Aldershot Barracks in 1972 was a good operation. A job well done. The OIRA lost no volunteers, killed a Parachute regiment officer who had been mentioned in dispatches (and who happened to be a Padre), with less civilian “collateral damage” than on Bloody Sunday. 

Of course, to view the Aldershot bombing that way is historically ridiculous and morally offensive. But Ross went further, and attended a rally supporting mass killer Soldier F. A speaker at the rally called on the British Government to “enact protective legislation" to "safeguard" soldiers and police.” Despite coming from the Shankill Road, where the Parachute Regiment shot dead two Protestant civilians, John Ross went on:

Right from the outset my regiment has been branded murderers, killers, all sorts. We served with pride, we served with dignity, we were disciplined, we did our duty. Yes, we were a robust regiment, and if you wanted the job done we would have done it. But we were just like any other regiment that served in Northern Ireland in Op Banner.

I wonder what John Ross would think of Corporal Brown?

The Belfast Telegraph reported, 6th December 1972, on “30 paratroopers quitting army” – that is, they bought themselves out. The article noted that two Paras had died in the North. The actual figure was eight, though official records note that not all died at the hands of republicans. Soldier F was charged with murder, but many other Paras, of John Ross’s era and beyond, were charged, and convicted of other crimes, ranging from armed robbery to theft. Three Para’s were convicted of receiving stolen goods and fined, on 5th April 1973. We are entitled to ask John Ross how he feels about the convicts in his regiment. There is evidence suggesting that one of those named in this case did a further eight tours of the North, despite his conviction.

Parachute regiment criminality continued into the 1990s. Whilst Lee Clegg was charged and convicted of murder of an unarmed nationalist teenager the conviction was quashed, he and his colleagues had opened fire on the night. The gunfire resulted in the deaths of Karen Reilly and Sean Peake. Some of his comrades in later years became involved in serious drug-dealing. These soldiers, I believe, are from the same battalion involved in the Christy Walsh case. The Third Battalion of the Parachute regiment around this time were widely condemned for attacks on civilians in Coalisland, which one officer being suspended, and questions being asked in parliament.

All of this is a matter of public record.

Rioting, Collusion, and Thuggery in the RUC Reserve

Unfortunately not readily available to the public is Brian Nelson’s prison journal. In it, Nelson describes how he is introduced to an RUC Reserve officer named Paul Ross (I have no idea if he’s a relative of John Ross: Ross is a common surname) in the mid-1980s, who had UVF connections through marriage, and who was to act as a conduit for information being passed from other RUC members to the UDA. Nelson recounts how he spent an evening drinking with Paul Ross and others until, some hours later, Ross pinned Nelson’s wife against a wall by the throat in a sudden and unprovoked attack. Nelson jostled with Ross, and phoned the RUC who arrived and, as Nelson put it, made clear they’d be taking no further action against one of their own.

A convicted loyalist paramilitary contact didn’t like Paul Ross, calling him a “snarly peeler.” The same loyalist paramilitary source said that Paul married the sister of a very prominent UVF member on the Shankill. I couldn’t independently verify this, but it fits with Nelson’s account.

The Belfast Telegraph reported, on 21st July 2000, that:

An ex-RUC officer has been ordered to pay £250 compensation to a woman whose arm he bit during a late-night entertainment cruise.
Paul Ross, aged 42, from Old Forge Park, Newtownards, denied assaulting the woman and two men after alleged sectarian remarks were made during the cruise on the Stena HSS. The incident happened a year ago when Ross was a full-time police reservist.

The article continued: 

Resident Magistrate John Clery said he had listened to confusing accounts of what happened and that was inevitable because of the amount of drink that was taken. He said he was satisfied that retribution was afflicted on Ross and that he was seriously assaulted. But I am also satisfied he initiated the fracas and that he lunged at Mrs Brennan with his mouth … he is fortunate not to be facing a more serious charge in relation to that assault.

It is not clear from the article is the officer convicted of this offence was sacked from his position in the RUC.

What is abundantly clear is the rampant criminality, petty and otherwise, endemic within the British Army during the Troubles. I believe that the Parachute Regiment were only the most outrageously criminal of the regiments deployed during Operation Banner. John Ross should be free to mourn his regiment’s dead – the Paras paid a heavy, heavy price - at least 52 were killed by the IRA, and many more than that grievously injured. But to attempt to airbrush out the murders, torture, thieving and thuggery of the Paras comes across as a calculated insult to nationalists across Ireland. Perhaps it’s intended that way.

⏩ Brandon Sullivan is a middle aged, middle management, centre-left Belfast man. Would prefer people focused on the actual bad guys. 

Unionism’s Blind Spot ⚫ Criminality In The Parachute Regiment And RUC

Pádraic Mac Coitir ✒ writing on the anniversary of the RUC killing of John Downes reflects on the day's events. 


I was on remand in Crumlin Road Gaol when the news reported a man being killed by the RUC in Andersonstown this day 1984. The news wasn't as constant as it is now and we would switch between the limited stations - we weren't allowed FM radios in - whenever there was news of killings, bombings etc. In those days those news flashes were coming in regularly. Being from that part of the city there was a good possibility I knew the man and this was indeed the case when the name came on the radio as that of John Downes. John was my cousin and unknown to me our ones sent word into the gaol but they didn't tell me. There was no chance of me getting bail given what was charged with.

John was very thick my brother Liam and when he visited me a week or two later he was as angry as he was sad and I could fully understand his anger. John was shot at point black by an RUC thug firing a plastic bullet at his chest from a matter of feet away. As can be seen from the photo there were many witnesses to the killing but as expected the thug who fired the bullet got away with it.


As has been said many times, the RUC grew from the RIC and has now morphed into the PSNI and they will always be sectarian and do anything to protect the British interest in this putrid little statelet.

The SDLP rightly came under criticism at that time for supporting them and the most vocal critics were republicans, many of whom now wine and dine with them. They bring them into our schools, community centres and places such as South Armagh where they hadn't the nerve to go in their heavily armoured vehicles.
 
John was one of many killed and wounded with rubber and plastic bullets and although a SF member famously said they will 'put manners' on the PSNI-RUC they still go on to our streets with plastic bullets and rest assured they will use them once again and some other person will be killed or seriously injured. 

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

The Killing Of John Downes

Lesley, a former RUC and PSNI officer, narrates the personal trauma of a violent political conflict. 

She was just an ordinary woman. Hadn’t had a terrible upbringing and came from a loving and supportive home. She had gone to a relatively well-heeled grammar school, didn’t live in areas where the community was gripped with constant fear of either paramilitaries choking the people so hard by fear, that they could not dare to speak out to rid themselves of this scourge, or fear of security forces raiding her home on the dead of night.

In the late ‘80’s, Belfast was awash with the blood of victims: innocents who, because they were born on the wrong ‘side of the divide’ or the uniform they wore to work made them legitimate targets to be shot in front of their children or blown to smithereens, oftentimes being buried with a little piece of someone else’s body, so destructive was the blast.

To this day, She says She almost ‘fell’ into policing. She had a job She detested but knew She was good at helping people. So, the application went in and on 16 December 1989 the young naïve 22 year old was sworn in … 

Her introduction to terrorism came merely weeks after She joined. Donned in her freshly ironed skirt and very hideous regulation American tan tights, She pulled her long hair into a pony tail and set off with the lads on a foot patrol. Approaching the station on the return dander She heard pops and within a split second She was being trailed along the ground by a colleague, unceremoniously ripping the shit out of the newly acquired tights!! Effing and geffing at said colleague "have you gone mad?! Look at the fkg state of my tights and knees!"

Popping……… Gunfire.

Her second encounter with the horror of what was ‘The Troubles’ again, didn’t take too long to enter her world. A colleague was abducted, tortured, blasted in the face with a shotgun and dumped like an old dog by the side of the road. The station, for the days he was missing, was the eeriest atmosphere She had ever encountered. The normal jesting, carrying on and joviality that She enjoyed so much about her job was put on hold until they got their colleague back, for they knew all too well, he would not be returned alive ... (if ever ).

She continued working, getting on with colleagues, victims and more surprisingly most of the suspects. This girl was no shrinking violet though. She could hold her own with colleagues and the community in which She served. There was a phrase She used, The Attitude Test. You treated her with civility you got it back tenfold. Mess her about, abuse her and She took no shit.

In 1993, She had her 3rd taste of man’s inhumanity to man when two IRA bombers went one busy Saturday to a fish shop and planted a no-warning bomb in the shop. The devastation was horrendous, parts of masonry and brick strewn for metres, pieces of flesh and blood scattered to the wind. She remembers very little of that day, apart from standing at the cordon the following day weeping silently, just staring into the gaping hole where She had walked and driven past so many times before.

But, as with everything, life goes on. She married the following year, and the year after that had a baby boy. Life was good and She immersed herself in doing the best job She could.

On Saturday 15th August 1998, She had just returned home after having a lovely afternoon shopping with in-laws. She was pregnant for a second time. Work rang…. 

‘You’re casualty bureau trained aren’t you?’
 ‘Yes but what’s happened?’ 

The strained voice on the other end of the phone merely replied: ‘huge bomb in Omagh, multiple fatalities, get to FCIC an hour ago.’! 

When She arrived, She was detailed to be hospital liaison officer. Her role was to get descriptions from the guys on the ground of body parts found. She then called around all the hospitals hoping to find a victim which had been brought in ‘minus’ that part ... She went into ‘mode’ even though the names on the whiteboard of missing people had now reached hundreds. Every time someone was found, whether injured, deceased or returned home, their name was rubbed off the list. On the Sunday She received a call: ‘foot, wearing blue, pink, purple and white striped sock, blue painted toenails’. She never did find out who the owner of the foot was.

The bureau was wound up shortly after the last victim was positively identified by DNA. The de-briefing as it was back in the day was ‘great jobs guys, everyone ok?’ She put it to the back of her head, after all, She hadn’t been subjected to the screams, hadn’t had to her wade through body parts and flesh.

As her baby girl continued to grow inside her, She readied herself for the new addition but found herself being plagued by the same nightmare 〰 She was having that little long awaited for princess but then delivered the baby with an adult sized foot being covered by a striped sock. So now, She was plagued with horrors in her mind during every sleeping moment. Of course, when her daughter was born four weeks early, no large foot, no striped sock to be found. So She concentrated on her little family and being the best mum and police officer She could.

Years of relative normality followed, until out of the blue She was back in that large room with the whiteboard with the names of all the ghostly names. She was on that same phone, but now, She could only hear screams … At the time She has never heard the screams of loved ones searching despairingly for family, or the screams of the injured and dying ... She has been changed as a person. She has to have been.

Her story unfortunately is not unique, countless other She’s and He’s try to dispel the demons. Some have managed to permanently have peace, but that has only left other victims behind in spouses, mothers, fathers and their children. She was nearly down that road herself.

Every anniversary She posts a simple message:

Even though I never found out what your name was, whether you survived or not, what you looked like in your entirety - I’ll never forget you, the girl who wore the striped sock and had blue nail varnish on her toes ... I’ll always remember you.

How do I know this? Because She ... is me. 

Lesley is a former RUC officer, now involved in peace and reconciliation workshops.

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