How the truth of Loughinisland is still suppressed

Posted by Jim on March 2, 2019

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A background to the continuing police harassment of two journalists
involved in making the film ‘No Stone Unturned’ by its director Alex
Gibney. (For the New York Review of Books).
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On August 31, 2018, I was in the Sheremetyevo Airport in Moscow, waiting
for my flight to New York, when I received this text on WhatsApp:
“Trevor and Barry had their doors kicked in this morning in dawn raids
and are presently in police custody for breach of s5 of Official Secrets
Act.”

With a few clicks and a hasty review of a police press release from
Belfast, I was able to grasp the basics. Trevor Birney
and Barry McCaffrey, two producers on a documentary film I had directed,
No Stone Unturned, had been arrested and held for questioning for the
“theft” of classified documents relating to the Loughinisland Massacre,
the subject of the film. The arrests had been noisy. Some 100 police
officers, fully armed, had turned up at the homes of Birney and
McCaffrey, and the offices of Birney’s company, to take them into
custody and confiscate their computers and digital records — everything
from company hard drives to personal cellphones.

Russia was an odd place to receive this news. On a trip to meet Putin’s
spokesman, Dmitry Peskov, I was carrying a newly wiped Chromebook and
burner phone to forestall hacks into my systems either by Russian
gangsters or by government spies. But the threat, it suddenly seemed,
was not as present in Moscow as it was in the United Kingdom, where
police, confronted with compelling evidence of likely suspects in a
grisly mass murder, avoided reckoning with the homicides and sought
instead to harass filmmakers for trying to reveal the truth. A further
call revealed that Birney and McCaffrey weren’t the only ones wanted by
the police. There was one other suspect: me.

*

I first became involved in the story when Birney, a Belfast-based
producer with whom I had worked on the Irish portion of Mea Maxima
Culpa, a film I directed about clerical sex abuse, alerted me to the
Loughinisland story. I directed a short about it for ESPN called
“Ceasefire Massacre,” but then, intrigued by new clues in the case, I
returned for a more rigorous investigation.

On the evening of June 18, 1994, the headlights of a red Triumph Acclaim
pierced the twilight of midsummer’s night as it rumbled its way past the
paddocks and small farms of County Down, toward Loughinisland
(pronounced “Loch-en-island”), some twenty miles south of Belfast. The
village itself is little more than a church, a Gaelic football pitch,
and a pub, the Heights Bar, where, that night, a group of men huddled
around a battered TV set to watch Ireland play Italy in the World Cup.
Few expected powerhouse Italy to lose, but, just after half-time,
Ireland was leading 1–0. Everyone in the bar was focused on the TV,
transfixed by a giddy sense of possibility.

A few minutes later, the Triumph pulled up outside. While one man waited
behind the wheel, two men in coveralls and balaclavas burst from the car
with automatic weapons in hand. One man held the door, and the other
knelt in a military stance in the entryway and opened fire. Bullets from
a Czech-made VZ–58 assault rifle tore through the backs of the men
watching the TV. Six men were murdered that night — including
eighty-seven-year-old Barney Green, the oldest man killed in the
Troubles — and five were wounded.

While the Troubles finally claimed more than 3,500 lives, this
particular mass murder struck a universal nerve. The victims, from a
sleepy small village, were so defenseless, and the killers so ruthless.
Witnesses said they heard one of the death squad shout “Fenian bastards”
as the shots rang out, and the gunmen were heard laughing as they ran
back to their car. The loyalist paramilitary group, the Ulster Volunteer
Force (UVF), claimed credit for the attack. While all the victims were
Catholic, none of them had any connections with paramilitary or
terrorist activity.

Letters of condolence poured in, including one from the Queen and
another from the Vatican. The British secretary of state for Northern
Ireland, Sir Patrick Mayhew, pledged that the police, then known as the
Royal Ulster Constabulary (RUC), “will never give up until the
perpetrators of this heinous act are brought to justice.” In following
every clue, they would, as relatives were told, “leave no stone
unturned.”

That proved an empty boast: no one was ever charged with a crime,
despite an extraordinary amount of physical evidence and damning
testimony. When families of the victims called for an accounting of the
investigation, they learned that much of the evidence and testimony had
been destroyed. “I don’t think they ever lifted a stone,” said the widow
of one of the victims, Clare Rogan, “let alone turned it.” She and the
other grieving survivors came, in fact, to believe that there was a
systematic cover-up of the crime, possibly because the RUC was
implicated in it.

This is where I came in, moved by the struggle of the families to learn
the truth. Initially, for the ESPN short, I had explored the possibility
that the killing was part of an effort to sabotage the peace process.
But urged on by Trevor Birney, I returned to do a longer film because of
emerging evidence that supported the suspicions of Rogan and others.

During the Troubles, the British government tried hard to recruit
informants, or “touts,” as they were called, among the paramilitary
gangs on both sides of the conflict. Maintaining these sources meant
that the state, which represented the rule of law, sometimes had to look
the other way as their double agents committed crimes. For the
paramilitaries, committing violent crimes such as punishment beatings or
even murder often became a rite of passage. For the double agents in
their midst — and their handlers — the more gruesome the atrocity, the more
convincing their cover.

With our investigation leading us into this murky realm, other themes
surfaced. As the film took shape in the cutting room, we began to wonder
out loud how a society can best come to terms with an ugly, traumatic
past. Given the fragile peace in Northern Ireland, did it make sense to
stir up the embers of smoldering sectarian hatreds? This was not just an
abstract moral question for us, but a life-and-death issue for some of
our potential sources: one police officer we spoke to declined to give
us critical information about the likely suspect, not because he wanted
to protect the man, but because he was afraid that friends or the
families of the Loughinisland victims might seek revenge.

But we, too, were entering a minefield. By collecting intelligence from
terrorists engaged in deadly criminality, the state can be complicit in
those crimes. And when informants commit murder, the state has an
incentive to keep its homicidal secrets hidden from the citizens it is
sworn to protect. This raised the biggest question of all: What secrets
should the government be able to keep forever? That issue would cause
the filmmaking team itself to become a target of the government of
Northern Ireland.

In our interviews with the survivors and victims’ families, it was clear
that they felt betrayed: they wanted to know what had happened and who
had pulled the trigger, and as citizens of the United Kingdom, they felt
that their own government was keeping that knowledge secret. To address
such concerns, Northern Ireland established in 2000 the Police Ombudsman
for Northern Ireland (PONI) to look into past crimes and assess, on a
case-by-case basis, whether the RUC had failed in its duty or, worse,
been guilty of collusion with paramilitary groups.

On June 24, 2011, the Police Ombudsman’s Office — under the leadership of
Al Hutchinson, a former Canadian Mountie — published a report on
Loughinisland that largely exonerated the RUC. Clare Rogan and the other
family members reacted furiously to what they saw as a whitewash — and
they succeeded in getting the report quashed. A new ombudsman, Michael
Maguire, was appointed and opened a new investigation. Maguire was
working on this report while we were filming; he declined to cooperate
with us, and we feared that his investigation could simply be a repeat
of the first.

It was immediately clear from our research that the original 1994 RUC
investigation of the murders was either staggeringly incompetent or
intentionally bungled. During the Troubles, it was common practice for
terrorists to torch their getaway vehicles to eradicate potential
forensic evidence such as fingerprints, footprints, and hair. But
remarkably, in the Loughinisland case, both the car and weapons were
recovered — along with DNA evidence that would connect to one of the
suspects. Even more astounding, the car was found in a field a stone’s
throw away from the family home of the chief suspect.

Despite that fact, not a single RUC officer bothered to knock on the
door, much less search the place, immediately after the crime. Once the
initial phase of the investigation was completed, all of the
interrogation logs — along with the car — were destroyed. When the leading
suspect was finally arrested, he had already received a tipoff from the
police the night before, enabling him to dispose of any incriminating
evidence.

Trevor Birney, himself the son of an RUC cop as well as a veteran
reporter on the Troubles, was producing my film. In October 2015, Birney
called me to say that he had a “walk-in,” a whistleblower with critical
information: a former RUC officer named Jimmy Binns who had been
involved in the Loughinisland investigation and present for the
questioning of the prime suspect. In an on-camera interview, Binns
revealed that the “interrogation” of the suspected shooter had lasted
only ten minutes, with a handful of laughably perfunctory questions:
“Did you do it?” Answer: “No.” Then, according to Binns, the detective
in charge of the interrogation spent the next ninety minutes or so
trying to persuade the suspect, a known member of the UVF, to commit
another killing — of a local IRA gunman.

Binns also related how his superiors had directed him to stay away from
certain witnesses and lines of questioning that might lead to arrests of
the actual perpetrators. Last, Binns shared details that led us to
believe that the Special Branch, the intelligence division of the RUC,
may have known about the attack in advance. (Many of the details in
Binns’s testimony would later be confirmed by the Maguire report.)

Further evidence came from our visit to Patsy Toman, a retired local
councilor. A few months after the massacre, he had received an anonymous
letter written in longhand that began: “Dear Mr. Toman, I am writing you
to advise you of certain facts… in your quest to cage the Loughinisland
murders [sic].” The letter went on to reveal that “the gunman was one
Ronnie Hawthorn, a married man from Clough. Gunman Two was Alan Taylor,
single from Dundrum. The driver of the getaway car was Gorman McMullan,
a convicted terrorist from Belfast…” This document, which had been
turned over to the police in 1994, contained other extremely significant
details, including a confession that the author was involved in planning
the crime but “pulled out of the attack due to a prior engagement… this
information will somehow ease my conscience, but will never fully clear
my name. But I do this for the family and children of the men who were
slaughtered in Loughinisland.” None of the men mentioned above has been
charged, and none has had the opportunity to present a legal defense
against the allegations.

Thanks to the letter, we had names of potential suspects — and one,
Hawthorn, matched the name of the man whose interrogation Binns had
observed. But for official confirmation, we would have to wait for
Maguire’s report. While Maguire had declined to share any information
with us, he did give us permission to film his presentation on June 8,
2016, of the PONI Report to the families of the victims. When he
addressed the crowded oak-paneled room in the Loughinisland Athletic
Club, he said, “I have no hesitation in saying that collusion was a
significant element in relation to the killings in Loughinisland.” As he
paused over the word “collusion,” there were audible gasps from the
crowd. Some began to cry: they had waited nearly twenty-five years for
any official recognition of their pain — now the UK government was finally
acknowledging its complicity in the massacre. The collusion Maguire
detailed included the supply of weapons to the terrorists and Special
Branch’s secret knowledge of the death squad.

*

In the wake of the announcement, Birney, McCaffrey, and I retreated to
an office in Belfast with a copy of the report to dig into the details.
But we still had one other vital source. A few months earlier, McCaffrey
had opened his mail to discover a plain envelope with no return address.
Inside was a photocopy of an early draft of the first PONI report on
Loughinisland. This draft did not contain the whitewashing conclusions
of that first report and it gave far more forensic detail. Last, and
most important, it was unredacted. All the names of the suspects and
their dates of interrogation were revealed.

This was the document that would cause the police to send some 100
officers to arrest Birney and McCaffrey for its “theft.” It was also the
key to understanding the original cover-up.

In Maguire’s report, both suspects and police officers were identified
only with letters or numbers, but with the leaked copy of the draft PONI
report, we were able to correlate names and dates and crack the code.
What emerged was a remarkably detailed account of collusion and
cover-up, as well as confirmation of the names of the prime suspects.
The author of the anonymous letter was revealed: Hilary Hawthorn — the
wife of the man she had named as the gunman. Why would she turn in her
own husband? In her letter, she claimed it was her sorrow for the
victims. In fact, we later learned, she had ratted out Ronnie when she
discovered he was having an affair.

In 1994 the police had twice arrested Ronnie Hawthorn for questioning
but never charged him. But more damning, Hilary had also been questioned
and admitted to the police that she was the author of the letter. As a
confessed accessory, why hadn’t she been charged? Or why, at the very
least, hadn’t the police used her information to compel cooperation from
her husband (with whom she had by then reconciled)?

For answers, we sought out one of the officers involved in the
investigation. The name of the detective who had questioned the
suspects, Albert Carroll, appeared in the leaked report. He refused to
be interviewed on camera, but he did confirm to us crucial details
contained in the documents. When asked why he let Hilary go so quickly,
he said she was a “proper lady,” from a “nice background.” In fact, she
worked at the nearby Newcastle police station, which was assisting in
the murder investigation. Carroll told us that he decided to let her and
her husband go only on the strength of Hilary’s “cooperation” that would
hopefully “ensure that Ronnie would never kill again.”

There was another question to answer: Among the Loyalist killers, had
there been an informant? By cross-referencing the Maguire report with
the draft PONI report and some information from Niall Murphy, the
attorney for the survivors and victims’ families, we concluded that the
three named suspects were part of a four-person gang that had likely
committed other murders in the County Down area. Through legal
disclosure, Murphy told us that one of the four men was an informant for
the British government at the time of the Loughinisland Massacre.
Another document we obtained suggested that two of the four had been
touts. Finally, we were able to obtain government confirmation that the
gang had included at least one informant.

Just before the film’s final edit, we offered the named suspects a
“right of reply,” sent by registered mail; our letters went unanswered.
We informed the Ombudsman’s office of the likely suspects the film would
name. PONI then passed that information on to the Police Service of
Northern Ireland (PSNI), the successor to the RUC. We wanted to be sure
the PSNI was informed in case there was any concern for the safety of
the suspects or in case the police had any other compelling reason why
the film should not be released. We received no response.

No Stone Unturned premiered at the New York Film Festival in 2017, and
shortly thereafter at the London Film Festival; it went on to receive a
successful theatrical release in Northern Ireland and the Republic of
Ireland. The film made waves in Northern Ireland and the Republic of
Ireland, where discussions resumed about how to reckon with the past.
There was no official government reaction to the release.

*

I had never intended the film to be a relitigation of the Troubles. In
fact, I purposefully avoided the theme of sectarianism and treated the
murders simply as a cold case in the hope that, if we could come close
to identifying the suspects, it could bring some salve to the psychic
wounds of the survivors and families of those who had been killed. I
also hoped that the film might spur the police to investigate, properly
this time, the mass-murder it could have solved but deliberately didn’t.

Certainly, the police should have been embarrassed into acting.
Investigators had had all the suspects in custody, had physical
evidence, including DNA, the murder weapons, the getaway car,
intelligence linking the suspects to a chain of prior murders, and a
written confession from one of the conspirators. Then there was the
destruction of evidence, the refusal to acknowledge how much was known,
and the concealment of government collusion. Since the release of the
film, however, there has been no move by the police to bring the killers
to justice. Instead, last August, we saw a major police operation to
punish and silence the messengers.

Following their arrest, Trevor Birney and Barry McCaffrey were held for
questioning for fourteen hours. After they were released on bail, Birney
told me that the potential charges were: theft of government documents,
the disclosure of the whereabouts of a police officer, and violation of
Section 5 of the Official Secrets Act. When I hired my own lawyer, he
told me that stealing confidential information (as opposed to computer
records) is not an offense as you are stealing a piece of paper (which
has no value) rather than what is written on it. In revealing the
whereabouts of Detective Albert Carroll, there is only one guilty party:
the French telephone book, which is where McCaffrey found Carroll’s
address. But Section 5 of the UK’s Official Secrets Act is a serious
charge that allows for the prosecution of newspapers or journalists who
publish secret information leaked to them by a crown servant or
government contractor, and it can carry a two-year prison term.

There were other odd aspects to the arrests. Although PSNI officers
carried them out, the PSNI was not officially in charge of the
investigation. In cases of political sensitivity, the PSNI calls in an
external police constabulary — in this case, from Durham, England — to
reassure the public that the police aren’t improperly investigating
themselves. The precedent stems from an instance in 1999, when a
solicitor named Rosemary Nelson raised questions about police collusion
before US Congress. Shortly after she complained that local police were
threatening to kill her, she was murdered.

In our case, the police claimed that they were pressed into action by a
complaint of “theft” from the Police Ombudsman for Northern Ireland. But
Michael Maguire confirmed to me that PONI had never made such a
complaint. To date, no charges have been filed but Birney and McCaffrey
are still restricted by terms of bail — they must, for instance, ask
permission to leave the country. I, also, must inform the Durham police
of any entry into the UK, in case there is a desire to question me.

In challenging the search warrants, Birney’s lawyer, Niall Murphy, who
also represents the Loughinisland victims’ families, accused the PSNI of
using a dramatic show of force as a kind of warning shot to other
journalists who might want to investigate police corruption or
criminality. There’s no doubt that it’s part of a global trend of
governments harassing, prosecuting, and even murdering journalists who
expose state secrets. In the United States, where our president has
called the press the “enemy of the people,” the CIA has fought a bitter
battle against reporters and filmmakers to prevent any accountability
for the agency’s failure to prevent September 11 or for the likely
crimes of its post-September-11 torture program. Myanmar, a former
British Territory, used its own Official Secrets Act to jail two
reporters for seven years over their reporting of a government-backed
massacre of Rohingya Muslims. Two Russian journalists and a filmmaker
were murdered recently while investigating the alleged involvement of
Yvgeny Prigozhin, known as “Putin’s chef,” in mercenary operations in
the Central African Republic. And most notoriously of all, there was the
Saudi writer Jamal Khashoggi, assassinated and dismembered in the Saudi
embassy in Istanbul by agents of Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman, a
favored ally and friend of the Trump administration. A total of
fifty-three journalists were killed last year for doing their jobs.

*

It’s hard to know why the police waited for a year to burst into the
homes of Birney and McCaffrey, but I can guess at reasons for such a
display of force. They may have hoped to intimidate McCaffrey into
revealing his source — though he has said he has no knowledge of who sent
him the draft report. More likely, the police may be acting on behalf of
British intelligence and security services, which have little patience
with being held to account for past crimes and want to send a message.

As if to underscore this point, the Police Service of Northern Ireland
recently informed the ombudsman’s office that it had withheld as many as
13,000 pages of police records that PONI had requested for another
investigation into murders tainted by possible collusion, a 1992 attack
by Loyalist paramilitaries on a bookmaker’s shop in Belfast that killed
five people. While the PSNI has blamed the failure on clerical errors,
Niall Murphy sees evidence of “dark forces” determined to keep
government misconduct hidden from the public. Murphy also claims that
these records relate to the same shipment of weapons — from South Africa,
arranged by a British agent — that were involved in the Loughinisland
case. “These VZ–58 weapons had never been in this jurisdiction before
ever,” Murphy told the Belfast Telegraph this month. “They would then go
on to kill over seventy people. The arms importation that had Browning
handguns, grenades, rocket-propelled launchers would go on to kill 229
people.”

The Loughinisland story matters because it raises universal questions
about how societies reckon with the past, particularly when that history
involves crimes committed in an internal conflict. Many people in North
Ireland and the Republic of Ireland are anxious, with good reason, not
to revisit the Troubles. It may be that in the wake of the Good Friday
Agreement, there was little stomach to re-investigate Loughinisland lest
the cause of justice upend the delicate balance of peace.

Today, with the specter of a hard Brexit, Ireland and Northern Ireland
may have to return to an old paradigm and “build a wall” between the two
countries where the current marking of the border is nothing more than a
sign on the highway. That prospect is already inflaming tensions between
paramilitary groups — Irish nationalists and loyalists alike — which retain
many of their weapons.

With that prospect, the willful denial of past crimes can be a first
step down the road to perdition. Government officials argue against
disclosing secrets because it may expose sources and methods. But in the
long run, transparency is vital for democracies to ensure that mistakes
are not repeated and misdeeds not overlooked. Intelligence services
always resist declassification and reappraisals of covert operations
lest they undermine the morale of those who put themselves at risk to
protect the citizens they serve. But what about the morale of all those
who observe the rule of law yet see those who subvert the rules to
deadly effect never held to account?

In the case of No Stone Unturned, the police — or whoever is issuing the
orders on which the police are acting — have fired a warning shot aimed at
those who are willing to reveal dirty secrets and tell uncomfortable
truths about government informants and handlers involved in past
atrocities. From the perspective of the government, keeping secrets is
the price of law and order. But from the perspective of victims and
survivors, a secret that hides the truth is not any kind of justice; it
means getting away with murder.

* No Stone Unturned can be viewed worldwide on Amazon Prime.