Family funerals are an
occasion for relatives - aunts and uncles, nephews and nieces, cousins and
distant relatives – who probably haven’t seen each other since the last
funeral, to get together. We reminisce about the person who has passed.
Remembering the good times, the bad times, the craic. We talk about when we
were kids, our families, those others who died previously, where we all are
now, our hopes for the future, and especially our optimism for the next
generation behind us.
Republican funerals nowadays
are like that. Last week the republican family came together in Smithborough,
County Monaghan to say goodbye to Kevin McKenna and to wrap our arms in
solidarity around his bean chéile Marcella, their children and grandchildren.
I saw the genuine delight
of former prisoners, reunited for the first time in years, as they greeted one
and other. Some were obviously surprised and happy that old comrades were still
alive, though a lot of the talk was about hip operations, stents, and
arthritis.
Thursday was a scorcher of
a day. Blue skies and a hot, hot sun as we made our slow journey along a road
packed with mourners, through the green fields of lush countryside from the
family home to St. Mary’s in Magherarney.
Family and relatives and
neighbours were there. So too were many who counted Kevin as a friend and
comrade, including some who were imprisoned with him in Portlaoise in the
1970s. Bernie McGuinness - Martin’s bean chéile – Sinn Fein President
Mary Lou McDonald, and Leas Uachtáran Michelle O’Neill, Danny Morrison, Martin
Ferris, and many others from all parts of the island of Ireland were present.
Kevin was a quiet,
thoughtful republican. A committed comrade who dedicated years of his life to
the cause of Irish freedom and to the Irish people. He first became involved in
the republican struggle in 1970. He had just returned home from the Yukon
Territory in north-west Canada, near Alaska. It was a place he liked to talk
about – “When I was in Canada” – was usually the start of
reminiscence about his time there, the people he’d met – especially the native
peoples – and the beauty of the place.
The memories of his time in
the Yukon stayed with Kevin all his life. He was especially fond of the poetry
of Robert Service. He loved ‘Dangerous Dan McGrew’ and ‘The Cremation of Sam
McGee’. But his heart was in the hills of County Tyrone where he was born and
grew to manhood. Consequently he was also very fond of the poems of WF
Marshall, the Bard of Tyrone.
I’m livin in
Drumlister
An I’m
getting very oul
I have to
wear an Indian bag
To save me
from the coul.
The deil a
man in this townlan
Wos claner
raired nor me,
But I’m livin
in Drumlister
In clabber to
the knee.
Me Da lived
up in Carmin,
An kep a
sarvint boy.
His second
wife was very sharp,
He birried
her with joy.
Now she wos thin, her name was Flynn
Now she wos thin, her name was Flynn
She come from
Cullentra,
An if me
shirts a clatty shirt
The man to
blames me Da.
Kevin heard of the troubles
at home. The campaign of the civil rights movement for reform, the marches in Coalisland
and Dungannon, the Caledon Squat by the Gildernew’s and the violent response of
the unionist regime at Stormont and of the British government. So he came back
from the bitter cold of the Yukon to the hot house that was County Tyrone in
early 1970 to join the ranks of the Irish Republican Army.
Among the rolling hills of
Tyrone, its narrow laneways, villages and roads Kevin and his comrades
relentlessly and defiantly fought the British Army.
He moved to County Monaghan
in 1972 where in 1973 he met Marcella at the Ulster Football final in Clones.
Tyrone won. So did Kevin. In 1974 he was arrested and charged with IRA
membership. He was sentenced to Portlaoise prison where, along with others, he
embarked on a hunger strike. After 39 days he was taken from the prison to the
Curragh Military Hospital. Kevin took the prison authorities to court for
continuing to hold him beyond his normal release date and he was freed in
February 1975, after 48 days on hunger strike, without returning to Portlaoise.
In 1976 he was back in
Portlaoise for a short time. He met Martin McGuinness in Portlaoise. He says he
taught Martin to play chess. That was always an issue of good hearted banter
between them.
Lots has changed in the
time since then. Even as we gathered at Kevin’s graveside the so-called ‘United
Kingdom’ is disuniting. Yes, we still have quarrels to settle with our
unionist neighbours, and Yes, partition remains. But Republican Ireland remains
also. Resolute, unbowed, undefeated and looking to the future.
Kevin was a decent man
doing his best in very difficult times. War is a terrible calamity. The
republican people of the north never went to war. The war came to us. I
am mindful of all those who have been hurt. And there has been hurt on all
sides. But the war is over and the future is being written now. As we
help to write that future we will not let the past be written in a way which
demonises patriots like Kevin McKenna any more than we would the generations
before him.
I think the men and women
of 1916 were right. I also think the hunger strikers of 1981 were right. I
think Kevin McKenna was right. I think the IRA was right. Not in everything it
did. But it was right to fight when faced with the armed aggression of British
rule. It was also right to make peace.
Kevin McKenna’s leadership
in that challenging period of change was essential. Kevin McKenna was a
republican soldier who had the politics to know when to fight and the vision to
know when to talk. He also actively supported the building of Sinn Féin. He had
progressive social views and was a committed internationalist.
This August marks 25 years
from the first IRA cessation. It was an initiative created by republicans which
opened up the potential of the peace process. Kevin had the courage to make the
big decisions with others during the conflict. He was also one of those who had
the courage to make the big and difficult decisions during the efforts to make
peace.
It is in the nature of
these things that the part played by republicans like Kevin during the long
years of war will never be known. The tales will never be told. Others may
boast. Kevin would have none of that. He had no time for ego trippers, or
vanity projects. He had no time for loose talkers, Walter Mitties or spoofs. He
was the real deal.
An honest decent republican
who saw off Thatcher and her ilk and brought the British government to the
negotiating table. Republican Ireland is indebted to him and Marcella. In time
thoughtful people of all political views, including some unionists, will
acknowledge the important role played by Kevin and his comrades.
Tá sé at slí an fhirinne
anios.
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