Internment
Imagine lying in your bed as the sun begins to
rise above the horizon. You are awakened by loud banging on your front door.
The sound of breaking glass and the splitting of wood as the door finally
surrenders to the sledge hammer. Sitting up half asleep as the noise of booted
feet come charging up your stairs and your bedroom door is kicked in. The
screams of your children, or wife or partner or your parents as uniformed
soldiers in blackened faces grab and drag you from your bed, demand your name,
and haul you out of the bedroom. Baton blows rain down on you.
Heaved down the stairs to the street outside
where you are roughly thrown into the back of an armoured vehicle and forced to
lie on the floor. Shouted abuse and threats in English accents ringing in your
ears. Fists and boots hammering against your head and body. Rifle butts and
batons thumping into you. The noise and clatter of metal doors being opened and
closed. The smell of diesel. Of people screaming in the street. Of not knowing
what is happening, where you are going or what has happened to the family you
have just been yanked from.
Last Monday, exactly 50 years to the day – 9th August
1971 – hundreds of families in nationalist areas across the North suffered that
terror. Thousands of British soldiers smashed their way into homes dragging men
and boys, old and young, from their beds and their terrified families to
holding centres where most were beaten. 14 men were hooded and subjected over a
week to brutal in-depth interrogation techniques by the RUC and the British
Ministry of Defence’s Joint Services Interrogation Wing (JSIW).
Internment or Operation Demetrius, as it was
named by the Brits, was an act of mass political violence and intimidation
directed by the Unionist regime and Downing Street, against its nationalist and
civil rights activists. It led to fierce rioting with British forces and the
erection of barricades around most nationalist areas of Belfast and Derry. 14
people were killed on that first day. Five of them were among the 10 who were
to die over a 36 hour period when shot by the Paras during the Ballymurphy
Massacre. It took 50 years for their families to break through the lies and
propaganda and secure truth about the events of August 1971 through an
inquest.
Thousands of families became refugees in their
own country fleeing their homes from violence and intimidation. Most of those
from Belfast ended up in a refugee camp in Gormanstown, Co Meath, run by the Irish Army. Refugees from
Derry and Tyrone made their way to Finner camp in Donegal. Some of these
eventually ended up in camps in Coolmoney, County Wicklow, Kilworth in Cork,
and in Galway. Within a week the Irish Times was quoting An Taoiseach Jack
Lynch warning that their reception centres for refugees had “almost
reached saturation point.”
More than 5,000 refugees, mostly women and
children, had fled the North and were now in camps in the South. According to a
report by Freya McClements in the Irish Times last weekend there were 601
refugees “in the Garda training college at Templemore, Co Tipperary, Dublin Corporation housed
1,250 in hospitals, schools and convents, and about 100 refugees from Derry
were sent to the Ursuline Convent in Sligo.”
The people who were lifted came from several
different generations. Liam Mulholland was seventy-eight, one of about fifty
older men like who were lifted simply because they had been interned before.
Then there were young student members of People’s Democracy and a few members
of the Civil Rights Association. Some people were perhaps picked up because
they were related to political activists; others, completely uninvolved people,
were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. There were local community and
tenants’ association activists, and there were republicans, but despite the
fact that the first killings had been carried out by loyalists, that the first
explosions were the responsibility of the UVF, and the first RUC man had been
killed by unionists, no unionists were interned.
Violence escalated. Scores more died. In
December 1971 McGurks pub in North Belfast was bombed and 15 nationalists were
killed. The RUC tried to blame the IRA but it was unionist paramilitaries
acting in collusion with British forces. The Parachute Regiment, the shock
troops of the British Army, who had killed so many in Ballymurphy were sent
into Derry on 30 January 1972 and killed 14 civil rights marchers on Bloody
Sunday. Weeks later the Stormont Parliament and Regime was gone – never to
return.
But the street protests and marches against
internment continued and eventually morphed into protests in support of the
political prisoners in the H-Blocks and Armagh Women’s prison. Decades more
conflict followed.
It is difficult for those who didn’t live
through those times to appreciate at an emotional and human level the trauma
that individual families and the nationalist community collectively
experienced. But instead of coercing the nationalist republican people into
acquiescing to Unionist/British rule internment galvanised resistance to the
Unionist regime and the British state in Ireland. Internment cemented the
nationalist community’s opposition to British rule.
One additional consequence out of the chaos and
conflict in the aftermath of internment was the publication in November 1972 of
an eight page local newspaper published by the Andersonstown Central Civil
Resistance Committee. The new paper’s focus was on telling the truth and
lifting the lid on the actions of the British state that were being largely
ignored, censored or excused by most of the mainstream media. Andersontown
News has played a central and continuing role ever since.
Thank you Alex and Liz.
Alex Maskey will not be running in the Assembly
elections next May. It will be the first time since winning Sinn Féin’s first
Belfast Council seat in 1983 that he will not be an elected representative. I have
known Alex since the 1970s. He is first and foremost a Republican activist. He
is committed to the goal of Irish Unity and of a Republic based on the 1916
Proclamation. I am confident that he will continue to be an activist and to
work for the principles and objectives he has dedicated his life of activism
to.
Of course, it is impossible to think of Alex and
not think also of Liz. She has been by his side through all of these years. She
is an activist in her own right. This week as we recall the introduction of
internment 50 years ago it is important to remember that Liz was the first
woman interned. Alex was also interned and they married after their release.
When Alex was first elected in June 1983 as a
Belfast City Councillor the Unionists refused to talk to him. They tried to
shout him down, sounded horns, blew rape whistles, and threatened him.
As an elected
official Alex continued to be constantly stopped, delayed,
detained, searched and verbally, and physically, abused. Sometimes the
British Army was involved. Most times it was the old RUC. When the Stevens
Inquiry into collusion concluded its findings, it found that Alex was targeted
by the notorious Brian Nelson.
During their decades of activism the Maskey home
was frequently the target of attacks by the RUC, British Army and Unionist
death squads. Alex was grievously wounded in one such attack in 1987 and on
another occasion, in May 1993, his friend Alan Lundy was shot dead in Alex’s
living room by a UDA gang.
Undaunted by all of this
Alex went on to become the first ever Sinn Féin Mayor and only the second
Catholic at that time to hold that post in the entire history of our fair
city. Perhaps it was his love of boxing and the 71 out of 75 fights he won
as a school boy boxer that gave him the courage and tenacity to face up to the
challenges of being a republican leader during desperately hard times. Most
likely it’s because he is a natural a leader, who is prepared to stand up to
injustice and oppression, regardless of the efforts of others to terrorise or
intimidate or beat him into submission.
Alex demonstrated his
strength of character in more recent times as the Ceann Comhairle – Speaker –
of the Assembly. He was fair even when dealing with those who wanted to play
the old sectarian politics.
So, Alex is standing down
from elected office but I am sure he will continue to inspire and lead us as we
continue to make progress toward
achieving and winning the unity referendum. In the meantime we wish him
and Liz good luck. And we thank them.
The last cock a doodle doo
Readers who have been following my struggle with
Russell the renegade rooster will be pleased to know that that stressful period
in my life has come to an end. Daddy Dognapper was no helpful whatsoever. After
his initial burst of bravado he wilted in the face of Russell’s intimidating
aggression. I can’t say I really blame him. Russell fowled him while he was
using the outside toilet. I caught the end of that attack as Daddy Dognapper
retreated backwards, hobbled by his trousers and under garments floundering
around his ankles as he tried to protect his Henry Halls while Russell
lunged at him, and them.
Russell fled when I arrived with my hurling
stick. So did Daddy Dognapper. I haven’t seen him since. It was the day after
that that I caught Russell. I am not going to give you all the details of that
grisly last encounter. My Ballymurphy childhood and our big game hunting
expeditions on the Black Mountain and Divis stood me in good stead along with
my camouflaged poncho. His death was an accident but I won’t dwell on
that.
Suffice to say Russell’s goose is cooked. Vegans
among you may object. Vegetarians also. Even Pescetarians, including Free Pescetarians
like RG. Though they have little room for complaint, given that they kill
fish.
So Russell has cock a doodled for the last time.
He was defiant to the end. How will I remember him?
He made the best Coq Au Vin I ever tasted. Slán Russell. Dont mess with the best
because the best dont mess.
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