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Talking about Martin McGuinness
Tuesday was the sixth anniversary of the death of
my friend and comrade Martin McGuinness. I travelled to the Derry City Hotel
that evening for a public conversation about my relationship with Martin with
Roy Greenslade. Roy is an author, broadcaster and journalist who during a long
and distinguished career has held a series of senior positions in many of
London’s main newspapers.
I recalled meeting Martin in Dublin and then behind
the barricades in Derry in 1972 as we prepared to travel to London for secret
meetings with the British government. It would have been understandable if a 22
year old working class lad from the Bogside was stressed and anxious about the
process he was about to engage in but not Martin. He was in control – calm,
confident, a natural leader – wanting to talk about how we should approach the
upcoming engagements with British Ministers – our agenda, proposals, bottom
line.
The Martin Mc
Guinness Peace Foundation was established in 2019 as a not-for-profit
charity. Its purpose is to celebrate the life, work and achievements of Martin
Mc Guinness, as a leader, a political activist and an
international statesperson. It does this by promoting his progressive
ideals of: national reconciliation, unity and peace; of conflict
resolution and peace building.
All of these ideals were at the heart of everything
Martin tried to do as a political leader and in his work in the Office of First
and Deputy First Minister with Ian Paisley, Peter Robinson and Arlene Foster.
Tuesday’s event was really good. I enjoyed talking
about my friend. I hope all those who were there enjoyed it also. Thank you Roy
for moderating our discussion.
The Martin McGuinness Foundation is holding its
annual New York dinner in Rose O’Grady’s on 7th Avenue on 4 April. I
have been asked to speak so see you there.
Beauty an Oileáin
Regular readers will know
that I am a big fan of Claddagh Records. Founded by Garech Browne and Ivor
Browne, for decades Claddagh has been recording and promoting Irish traditional
music and song. This wonderful enterprise has recently had a new lease of life
and Claddagh is currently digging into its archival material and giving its
collections space to breathe once again. As the result of an arrangement with
Universal Music these gems from our tradition are now getting global exposure.
Well done Claddagh.
One such production is
Beauty An Oileáin – Music and Song of The Blasket Islands. I treated myself to
a Saint Patrick’s Day present during a recent visit to An Culturlann on
Belfast’s Falls Road and I am delighted that I did. Beauty An Oileáin is a
really fine bi lingual hard backed book filled with notes and
interesting information. It also contains a CD of twenty six recordings. Some
are quite short – snatches of seisiúns – others complete renditions of
tunes or songs from seán nós singers and musicians. Treasures all. Many
collected by Ríonach uí Ógáin in situ. We are indebted to Ríonach.
The Blasket Islands are
special. There are six main islands, west of the Dingle peninsula in Kerry.
They are uninhabited these days but once a thriving Irish speaking community
lived there. They were hardy folk as island people must be. Three books brought
them to the attention of the rest of us. An tOileánch , Fiche Blian ag Fás and
Peig. Tomás Ó Criomhthain gave us the first one, The Islandman.
Muiris Ó Súillebháin gave us Twenty Years A Growing and Peig came from
Peig Sayers. Published ninety years or so ago these books give an insight into
the life of a of a unique island community. Many other books have been written
since then but one thing is clear. Music and song were part of life for the
islanders.
So was dancing and story
telling.
As Beauty An
OileáiIn puts it. ‘It (music) was an expression of feeling, both joy
and sorrow, and this musical expression drew on, and reinforced, island culture
and tradition. Music served as a cohesive force within the community.’
One of my favourite of all
our traditional airs is the Blasket one, Port na bPúcai. This is a tune
which came in on the wind off the Great Blasket. I first heard it from the
playing of Tony MacMahon. In Conway Mill one night he made the hair on the back
of my neck stand up as he bewitched us with this plaintive tune. Seamus
Heaney’s fine poem The Given Note captures and evokes the essence of
this music of the púca or ghost. The Poet and The Piper, another Claddagh
production, features Seamus reading his poem and master piper, Liam O Flynn and
his version of Port na bPucai. Well worth listening to as is Martin Hayes
version.
Beauty An Oileán gives us
the story of the origins of Port na bPúcai as well as a lilting version by
Muiris O Dalaigh.
Other modern musicians and
singers feature including the mighty Breanndán Ó Beaglaoich and Aoife and
Deirdre Granville and Róisín Ní Chéileachair, all influenced by their
island connections. Let’s give the last word to Ríonach uí Ógáin.
‘The tunes and songs on this CD continue to be played and sung.’
Isn’t it wonderful that
this is so? Long may it continue.
BEAUTY AN OILEÁIN. MUSIC
AND SONG OF THE BLASKET ISLANDS. CLADDAGH RECORDS. Claddaghrecords.com
Siobhan O'Hanlon in Castle Buildings
The Good Friday Agreement and Sue Ramsay
In other columns Gerry Kelly and Bairbre de Brún
have recalled their experiences in the negotiations leading to the Good Friday
Agreement. This week Sue Ramsay remembers:
Following the elections to the Forum, my good
friend and comrade the late Siobhán O'Hanlon asked me to provide administrative support to the party at Castle
Buildings where the negotiations were to take place. At that time I was a local
Councillor on Lisburn Council and was also working in the office of the 6
county Cuige.
Our first few weeks in Castle Building were spent
getting the offices set up. Sorting out passes for the party delegation.
Getting to know the civil servants and support and security staff. Other
parties were doing the same. But more importantly we were tasked with breaking
down the barriers with all of those who worked there.
Every day I made a point of saying good morning or
hello to anyone I met including the kitchen staff, cleaners and other party
staff. Usually I got a mixed response - some nods, some smiles but a fair few
grunts. But after awhile this began to change, especially amongst the staff.
Siobhan and I got to know some of them really well.
Sometimes when things were quiet in the office I
would take a dander around the building and have tea with the staff or if I was
really bored I would help by washing the dishes because anyone who knows me
knows that I always get up to mischief when I'm not busy.
A few weeks before the negotiations concluded and
the Good Friday Agreement achieved I was in the office minding my own business
when in walks the British Secretary of State, Mo Mowlam looking for Martin
McGuinness. I said he was away talking to someone. So off comes her shoes and
wig – she was undergoing radiation treatment and had lost her hair - and she
gave her head a good scratch.
As usual around Easter time republicans wear the
Easter Lily to remember Ireland’s patriot dead. I had mine on. Mo asked me
about it and I told her that it is to remember everyone who had died.
“Do you want one” I asked.
“Yes” she said and pinned it to her top.
So, shoes and wig go back on and she leaves the
office. Two minutes later Martin comes in and leaves the Easter Lily back on my
desk, shakes his head and smiles. I heard later that Mo was on her way to meet
the Ulster Unionist Party. Martin bumped into her en route and diplomatically
removed the Lily. Jesus, imagine David Trimble’s reaction if she had still had
it on.
But sure I never learn. Late on the Thursday going
into the Good Friday morning the phone rings I answer it. This woman with an
American accent says she is phoning from the situation room in the White House
for President Clinton and is looking to speak to Gerry Adams. I thought it was
one of my friends Geraldine Crawford, who was part of our support team, winding
me up.
So I said “aye dead on Geraldine do you think I'm
stupid?”
The woman paused and said “Excuse me this is
President Clinton’s office looking to talk to Mr Adams.”
The penny dropped. I had nearly derailed the peace
process a second time.
Two months later the election to the Assembly took
place. I was selected to be one of the Sinn Féin candidates. The party won four
of the six seats – Gerry Adams, Bairbre de Brún, Alex Maskey and myself. It was
an exciting time and I remained an MLA until 2014 when I had to stand down due
to ill health.
I have a few other funny stories but I think I will wait until the 50
anniversary before I tell them that way I will be far too old to get shouted
at.
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