Posted by Jim on September 3, 2018
“ Sir Basil Brooke’s infamous speech (1933), he ‘wouldn’t have a Roman Catholic about his own place,’ rings in the ears of Fermanagh Catholics, like me, just as George Wallace’s infamous speech (1963). ‘segregation today . . . segregation tomorrow . . . segregation forever’ still rings in the ears of African-Americans. See article below. Wallace would not go on to be President of the United States, but Brooke would go on to be Prime Minister of Northern Ireland (1943-1963).
That is why I have little patience with anyone who says one should not mention that anti-Catholicism is an issue in Northern Ireland—like saying color is not an issue in the United States.
Basil Brooke was a Fermanagh man. Today’s leader of Unionism is a Fermanagh woman, Arlene Foster. She would not meet Pope Francis at a civic reception in Dublin this past August. … Plus ça Change [A short form of French, plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose (‘the more it changes, the more it’s the same thing’)–Wiktionary]. “—Fr. Sean McManus
Notorious Brooke speech was public expression of unionism’s private view
The Life of Sir Basil Brooke by Sam Logan
John Manley. Irish News. Belfast. Monday, September 3, 2018
THE anti-Catholic sentiment voiced in an infamous speech by Basil Brooke was largely reflective of the unionist government of the day, according to the author of a book on the life of the former Northern Ireland prime minister.
Sam Logan believes Viscount Brookeborough’s remarks at the 1933 Twelfth celebrations in Newtownbutler, Co Fermanagh, in which he said he “wouldn’t have a Roman Catholic about his own place”, was simply an articulation of a view widely held by senior Ulster Unionists, including then prime minister James Craig.
The former Ulster University chemistry lecturer and amateur historian’s recently published book charts the life of Basil Brooke from his childhood on the expansive Colebrooke Estate near Lisnaskea through his distinguished military service and later political career.
Sandhurst-educated Brooke was Stormont’s longest-serving premier, holding office for almost 20 years up to his resignation in 1963.
He became an MP in the years after partition, entering Craig’s Stormont cabinet in 1929, as minister for agriculture before being appointed Northern Ireland prime minister in 1943.
Brooke was a passionate Orangeman and a one-time president of the Ulster Farmers Union.
It was in 1933 while speaking in his capacity as the order’s district master that he delivered a speech which many believe reinforced the sectarian nature of the fledgling Northern Ireland statelet.
Reflective of the era, an accurate transcript of the speech is not available, however, the thrust of its content is not disputed.
Brooke told the appreciative Newtownbutler audience that while many of his Protestant and Orange counterparts employed Roman Catholics, he himself would not have one about “about his own place”.
He qualified his aversion to employing Catholics by claiming they were “endeavouring to get in everywhere and were out with all their force and might to destroy the power and constitution of Ulster”.
Sam Logan agrees that in the 1920s and 30s the “atmopshere had been poisoned by the trouble that followed partition” and that unionists were suspicious of their Catholic neighbours, many of who failed to recognise the new regional parliament.
He told The Irish News the sentiments voiced by Brooke were commonplace at the time, though rarely expressed publicly.
“I think what was unusual is that Brooke was saying outloud on a very public platform ‘I don’t employ Catholics’ – the others (in the Ulster Unionist Party) probably didn’t employ many or any but they didn’t talk about it publicly like that,” he said.
The author reckons the speech did little damage to MP for Lisnaskea’s political ambitions.
“Within the Unionist Party I don’t think there were any (negative consequences) and essentially the only man that mattered at that time was Craig, and he was quite willing to accommodate what Brooke had said, even though he would have been careful not to say things like that himself,” Mr Logan says.
In his book, he also cites Craig’s ‘byword’ of “This is a Protestant government and I am an Orangeman”, supporting the notion that his minister’s professed discrimination was in keeping with Ulster Unionist ideology at the time.
Basil Brooke died in 1973 aged 85.
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The former assistance chief of the RUC police, Drew Harris, has been
controversially sworn in as Garda Commissioner in an extraordinary
midnight ceremony at the force’s headquarters in Kevin Street, Dublin
It is understood the late night appointment took place to prevent a
last-minute legal intervention aimed at blocking his confirmation this
morning. It was revealed last week the appointment was taking place
without the necessary vetting procedure, while families of victims of
collusion had also been considering a court appeal.
Harris has come under criticism as the front man for the PSNI police in
the North (formerly RUC) for blocking investigations into cases of
collusion between loyalist death squads and the Crown Forces.
Last week Ciaran MacAirt, whose grandmother was killed in the McGurk’s
Bar bombing in Belfast, had his request for a judicial review rejected
by the High Court in Dublin.
He said Harris had done terrible damage to the confidence of
nationalists and unionists who are looking for truth.
“The Police Service of Northern Ireland was touted as a reformed police
force,” he said. “The only services our families have received were
denial and delay. The PSNI has done nothing other than try to block our
campaign for truth and acknowledgement.
“It has dragged our older family members through courts as it tried to
defend what was a sectarian police force in the past. Drew Harris was
at the forefront of that organisation.
“So Harris’s appointment as Garda Commissioner is an aberration and an
insult to families who are fighting for truth and justice.”
Ruth Coppinger of Solidarity said Harris had “shown himself in Northern
Ireland to be a safe pair of hands for the Establishment”.
“We have no faith in the British state to provide justice or a true
accounting of the past,” she said.
“We want to see a genuine process set up to look at historical
atrocities committed by all sides during the conflict, be it the Miami
Showband massacre or the Kingsmill Massacre.”
Harris has previously sworn to protect the United Kingdom and to uphold
its state security and national interests.
During the Smithwick Tribunal it was disclosed that he had overall
responsibility for intelligence within the PSNI (Special Branch) and
was its liaison officer with MI5, Britain’s domestic intelligence
agency.
While working with MI5, he specifically blocked investigations into
patterns of collusion which could have unravelled a network of
sectarian killing operations.
In December 2014, Relatives for Justice, which works on behalf of
victims of the conflict, accused Harris specifically of placing
“endless obstructions” to inquests into the killings.
Last week, Michael C Murphy, a former deputy director of military
intelligence with the 26 County defence forces, said the necessary ‘top
secret’ clearance for Garda Commissioner could not legally be granted
to Harris as the required security clearance process could not be
conducted outside the 26 County jurisdiction.
The minority Fine Gael government in Dublin has waved away these
concerns as “political” complaints by the “usual suspects”. Fine Gael
MEP Brian Hayes insisted the appointment “is good for accountability
and openness and good for security on this island”.
Sinn Fein did not oppose the appointment and has not yet commented on
Harris’s confirmation. Party spokesperson Donnchadh O Laoghaire said
last week his party would be “holding him to account”.
Speaking following the midnight ceremony, the new Garda Commissioner
addressed a small gathering of high-ranking officers, but
unsurprisingly did not refer to his links to the RUC or MI5.
“We need to move quickly to adapt to a changing society to ensure that
we are strongly positioned to protect the State, communities and the
vulnerable,” he told them.
“To do this we will make use of our resources to best effect. We will
deliver to the highest possible operational and ethical standards. We
will improve our systems, processes and training so our people have the
right tools and skills to do their job effectively.
“We will have a workplace of openness and transparency, of equality of
opportunity, and of management at all levels speaking with and
listening to the people they work with. We will be more open to
concerns raised internally and externally.”
Posted by Jim on September 2, 2018
The Damn Border
“Members of Congress and their Staff, and others, can benefit from this article from the Irish Times (Dublin), which highlights the absurdity of England’s-imposed Border that cruelly partioned Ireland.
The Border was not imposed by extreme Unionists/Loyalists/Protestants unwilling to share the country with Catholics. It was , rather, undemocratically and unilaterally imposed by the 1920 British Government of Ireland Act. The ridiculous, gerrymandered, and anti-Catholic Six County State came into existence in 1921. It had, obviously, a two-fold purpose: to retain England’s foothold on the island of Ireland; and to place the Unionists in a permanent position of supremacy in the brand new artificial “Protestant “ state.
This article exposes the preposterous geographical and topographical nature of the damn Border—made all the more relevant by Brexit.”—Fr. Sean McManus
Exploring the Border: A frontier marked by myriad crossings
History inescapable on sinuous boundary between Monaghan and neighbours in North
Frank McNally.Irish Times. Dublin. Saturday, September 1, 2018
There are more than twice as many border crossings in Co Monaghan alone as there are between Norway and Sweden, an international boundary much beloved of simplifying Brexiteers.
If you include unmapped routes –—sometimes no more than planks across a stream –—Monaghan may even give the European Union’s entire eastern frontier a run for its money.
When civil servants from Northern Ireland and the Republic finally agreed an estimate of the Border’s total number of crossings earlier this summer, a century after partition, the count came to 208, or one for every 2½ kilometres (1.5 miles).
Almost half – 95 – were between Monaghan and its three northern neighbours, Fermanagh, Tyrone and Armagh. The figure dwarfed even the 59 counted for Donegal, and made the borders of Louth (33 crossings), Cavan (15) and Leitrim (six) seem unperforated by comparison.
The Brexit-enforced task of counting them was described by officials as “almost impossible” because of confusions between public and private land, places where the Border runs up the middle of roads, and other anomalies. And there is no better place to see what the counters were up against than on the route between Cavan and Clones, where my own exploration of the Border began.
Over a distance of 12km (7.45 miles) you cross the frontier four times. But that’s only on the main road, the N54 (as it is in the Republic) and A3 (as it becomes on its brief visits north). Turn off this on to the many side roads to your left and right and you enter a maze that must keep bureaucrats and other lovers of order awake at night.
Mysteries of partition
Not long after I met the A3 for the first time, another interesting statistic appeared beside a gateway. “Do not cross this field unless you can do it in nine seconds,” read the warning notice, “because the bull can do it in 10!” There was no sign of the bull, although inviting as the field looked, with the river Finn meandering through it, I wasn’t tempted.
A little farther on, in an unintended joke, services offered by a local business included “alignment” – the buzzword of Britain’s torturous Brexit negotiations. In this case, it was only car tyres they were offering to align.
And, as a tourist on foot, my main concern with tyres was not getting run over by the traffic that hurls along here at, or over, the speed limits —80km/h ( 49.70 miles)in the Republic; 60mph (96.5km/h) in the North, and both irrelevant to some drivers. Already, however, I was approaching the notorious Drummully salient [a piece of land or section of fortification that juts out to form an angle] perhaps the single greatest challenge to cross-Border alignment, and happy for the excuse it gave to leave the main road.
Like the hundreds of local townlands that share the prefix, Drummully gets its name partly via the Irish droim (“ridge”), from the drumlin belt that stretches across Ireland at this latitude. The proliferation of such Drums in south Ulster suggests marching – a connection Drumcree helped perpetuate. And there has indeed been a long-established tendency to mark territory in these parts.
Just east of Drummully is a place with the even more martial name of Drumswords, where in 1828, in an incident known as “the rising of Burke”, an Orangemen of local infamy was hanged posthumously from a tree, several days after he had been buried in the local cemetery. But even allowing for the depth of political enmities around here, how Drummully ever became an international frontier is one of the deeper mysteries of partition.
Sometimes also referred to as a “polyp” by map-makers, the area is a virtual exclave of Monaghan, all but surrounded by Fermanagh. The connecting isthmus is only metres wide: that sprinting bull could probably cross it in 10 seconds too. But there is no road into Drummully at the connecting point.
Unregistered marriages
On the contrary, direct entry from the Republic is cut off by the aforementioned river Finn, which uniformed gardaí have sometimes had to wade across to avoid the complications of road-based approaches, all of which pass through the North.
Peter Leary, Fermanagh-born author of Unapproved Routes: Histories of the Irish Border 1922-1972, suggests Drummully was “almost certainly a ballybetagh”: an ancient unit of territory usually comprising 16 townlands. And however it ended up in Monaghan – almost but not quite gripped by two Fermanagh claws, like one of those toys in the amusement arcade game – it was clearly never designed to withstand the stresses of international border duty.
Post-partition, farmers inside it suddenly had to cross the frontier twice en route to market in Clones, and the same on the way back. This was complicated even before the Northern authorities started cratering and “spiking” roads to block terror attacks. Meanwhile, the Church of Ireland in Drummully was now separated from its rectory by the Border, and in the confusion, for years, marriages went unregistered in Dublin.
Regardless of personal affiliations, sane people on both sides of the political divide thought that either Drummully would have to be sent north by the 1924 Boundary Commission, or that the surrounding northern bits would go south. The commission took a long look at the area. Then events intervened, and the entire Border stayed where it was.
So today, although the drumlins, hedgerows and even the road markings offer no clue of a change in jurisdictions, signs on the A3 suddenly welcome visitors in English, Irish and six other languages, including Polish, Japanese and Ulster Scots.
These have been joined more recently by Brexit-inspired posters, including one erected by the 1916 Societies: “Hard Border? Soft Border? No Border!” Apart from those, the main road’s surest indication that you have crossed jurisdictions is a shop advertising “fireworks”, sale of which is illegal in the Republic.
Backwater
But even clues such as this disappear when you plunge into the network of boreens south of the N54. There, only the all-knowing blue dot on your iPhone map knows for sure which side of the Border you are, although once, when I thought I was in the North, I was surprised to encounter an old green post box, embedded in the pier of a farmhouse gate. The post box didn’t have a painted-over red crown. It was one of those rarities, with a harp: placed here after this bucolic backwater found itself promoted to frontier duties.
Otherwise, speaking of backwaters, water is often the best guide to the Border’s whereabouts, even if this year’s long, hot summer had reduced some of the boundary streams to the status of underground rumour. But somewhere deep in Drummully, the road I was on wound its way up to a dramatically humped-back bridge, with sturdy stone walls either side. And although the Border was nudging us from both east and west at this point, the blue dot on my phone placed me firmly in between, in the Republic.
So what was this momentous-looking bridge in the middle of nowhere, with no water underneath and surrounded by dense vegetation? As I realised only subsequently, it must have been a ghost of the old Clones-Cavan railway line, long abandoned and now being reclaimed by nature.
Back on the main road, much later, and after another brief and uneventful sojourn in the UK, I reached the outskirts of Clones, where a house bedecked with three different flags – the white and blue of Monaghan GAA, the Irish Tricolour and the green, red and black of Palestine – seemed to suggest we were in the Republic again.
But no, not quite yet, according to the blue dot. The flags must have been erected by an exile living in what he or she might have called the “occupied territories”. For Clones too is hemmed in by the Border, which crowds it from three sides, with historically ruinous results for the local economy.
Then, just north of the town, for reasons best known to itself, the boundary goes wandering once more, into a drunken S-shape, so that again you cross it several times in quick succession. While trying to make sense of its movements there, I noticed a young man get out of a car, set up a camera tripod in the middle of the road and take pictures of the tarmac.
“Are you by any chance photographing the Border?” I asked him.
And sure enough, he was, as a project for the Glasgow School of Art. We agreed the route was especially illogical around here. But there wasn’t much time to talk. He was a young man in a hurry, with many crossings still to photograph. I passed him again up the road, where he had already shot another piece of tarmac and was packing up the tripod once more before speeding away to the next rendezvous.
Growling
By now, the fanciful notion I had started with – that this summer, in instalments, I might walk the entire Monaghan frontier – had vanished in the face of its awe-inspiring vastness.
There were too many crisis-crossing detours, even on the official routes, not to mind such paths as the one Clones writer Eugene McCabe cut through a field once and called the “Khyber Pass” (as mentioned in another recent book, Hard Border – Walking Through a Century of Irish Partition, by McCabe’s nephew Darach MacDonald).
So I left the hilly fastnesses of north Monaghan, Emyvale, Glaslough and Peter Robinson’s road to Clontibret for another time and instead, for the second day of rambling, crossed the county to the Border’s most southerly land extreme, near the village of Blackstaff.
There’s not much to Blackstaff these days. But in the years before the 1798 rebellion, according to Samuel Lewis’s Topographical Dictionary of Ireland (1837), it comprised “200 wretched hovels”, whose population elected a “mayor” annually to settle disputes. Even when the hamlet was “broken up”, after 1798, natives continued to hold annual reunions there for many years.
Now it’s a quiet gateway into south Armagh, formerly known as “Bandit Country”. And if Jacob Rees-Mogg ever needs a crash course in Border studies, this might be the section I would bring him to, if only for the dog I met soon after crossing into Armagh.
The old adage about letting sleeping canines lie was more than usually feasible during the hot weather. I tiptoed past several farmyards where watchdogs slumbered. Elsewhere I was grateful that, thanks to sheep and litigation, the more active ones are less likely to roam freely than dogs of 30 or 40 years ago.
But this particular animal, of indeterminate breed, had been fitted with a muzzle. He was thereby at liberty to come out on to the road to growl at me, as I walked by. So muzzle or no muzzle, I passed gingerly, complimenting him on being an “excellent metaphor” for the fragility of the peace process. He kept growling until I was well clear of the property.
Smugglers
There were more direct reminders than the dog of the Troubles here, including some elaborate roadside monuments to the Republican fallen. Their inscriptions can be elliptical. One on the Annaghad Road speaks of an IRA volunteer who simply “died near this spot” in 1996. Another at Cullaville commemorates an IRA man who, in contrast, was “murdered by criminals”.
I was on the main road to Castleblayney then, still known as the “concession road” from its unusual legal status after partition. When the Border first descended, and customs officers wrestled with the challenges of one of world’s most dense rural road networks, it was decreed that only 16 crossings were “approved” for general use.
The vast majority were “unapproved”, except for local farmers, doctors on call, people on foot or bicycles, and sometimes funerals (an exemption often said to have been exploited by smugglers). The “concession” roads, linking two parts of a jurisdiction but passing through the other, could be used for transit as long as drivers didn’t stop.
But as Peter Leary reminds us, natives of Cullaville, being from Armagh, and wishing to travel the short distance northwest to ’Blayney in Monaghan, were legally expected to take the opposite direction, to Crossmaglen, then south into Louth, then double around on to the concession road, on which they too were required not to stop, even in their home village. The detour was about 45km[27.96] It was understandably unpopular, and gave way under mass protests in the 1960s.
‘Last seen in south Armagh’
The concession road is another scary place to walk these days, thanks to traffic. So it was a relief to get off it again and follow the Border up along the shores of Lough Ross, itself a cross-Border body of water. Here you can abandon roads altogether for a while, thanks to one of Ireland’s lesser-known tourist attractions: the Monaghan Way.
But the Border gets back to business, in every sense, when the L4400 meets the main Castleblayney-Crossmaglen Road. The actual boundary involved a short detour to my right there, and as usual was barely recognisable now except for a patch of tar repair.
Beside that, however, was a walled-off business called Border Systems, a name that at first glance could be a hard Brexiteer’s fantasy. On closer inspection, the services offered were for purely private security: house alarms, CCTV, automated gates, etc. The frictionless Border technologies Brexit supporters talk of are at least as far into the future here, where nobody wants them anyway, as elsewhere.
Meanwhile, another wall I passed on the road into ’Blayney carried a faded reminder of Troubles past: “Touts beware”.
And nearby was an example of the “ordinary crime” (as it used to be called, to differentiate from the political) on which post-Troubles security systems are focused.
A poster of a John Deere tractor, under the word “Stolen”, was fixed to a telegraph pole, with a reward offered for information. The notice added that the tractor had been “last seen in south Armagh”.
Posted by Jim on September 1, 2018
“ The Good Friday Agreement promised a ‘ new beginning to policing.’
Some new beginning!
The two jounalists who exposed the collusion behind the awful slaughter of Laughinisland are arrested, the killers are free since 1994. As the Editorial from today’s Irish News of Belfast ( below) says : ‘It has also been noted that the authorities seem more interested in finding journalistic sources than in tracking down those responsible for these terrible crimes.’”
—Fr. Sean McManus.
A disturbing development
Irish News Editorial. Belfast. Saturday, September 1, 2018
The arrest of two award-winning journalists who carried out a major investigation into the Loughinisland massacre is a disturbing development that has caused deep concern, particularly among families campaigning for the truth.
Former Irish News journalist Barry McCaffrey and independent film maker Trevor Birney both worked on a documentary about the UVF murders of six men at The Heights Bar in 1994.
No Stone Unturned, which was produced by Oscar-winning documentary maker Alex Gibney and released last year, examined claims of collusion in the killings, raised questions about the police investigation and named those suspected of involvement in the atrocity. It was an important and hard-hitting piece of investigative journalism, aiming to uncover the full truth about a dark and murky episode.
Mr. McCaffrey and Mr. Birney were detained yesterday by officers from Durham Police, who had been asked by the PSNI to conduct an investigation into the theft of confidential documents relating to the Loughinisland killings.
Police said the material, which featured in the documentary, had been in the possession of the Police Ombudsman.
Relatives of the Loughinisland victims said they were “shocked and appalled” by the arrests while the National Union of Journalists expressed “grave concern” at the development, saying the protection of journalistic sources of confidential information is of vital importance.
Certainly, the way in which these arrests have been conducted, along with the searching of homes, is profoundly alarming.
There will be justifiable fears that this aggressive approach will have a chilling effect on investigative journalism which plays a crucial role in holding the powerful to account.
It has also been noted that the authorities seem more interested in finding journalistic sources than in tracking down those responsible for these terrible crimes.
Six innocent men died in Loughinisland. Barry McCaffrey and Trevor Birney delved into the circumstances of their murders and asked legitimate questions about those responsible as well as the RUC investigation.
Their work is undoubtedly in the public interest. Their arrests most definitely are not.
Journalists arrested over Loughinisland documents release
Allison Morris. Irish News. Belfast. August, 2018 31
A JOURNALIST arrested by police investigating the suspected theft of confidential documents linked to the Loughinisland massacre said it was “an attack on the press” as he and a colleague were released on bail on Friday night.
Families and supporters of those killed in the 1994 attack had staged a vigil in solidarity with award-winning reporters Barry McCaffrey (48) and Trevor Birney (51).
The two men, who produced the documentary No Stone Unturned about the UVF gun attack at the Heights Bar, were detained at 7am on Friday.
They walked out of Musgrave police station in Belfast at 8.55pm, with a tearful Mr McCaffrey saying: “There are families here [who] lost loved ones who didn’t get justice today.
“This man [Mr Birney] was taken away from his wife and his children this morning. My neighbours had to see me getting taken away. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.
“And it’s an attack on the press, everybody should realise. It’s us today. Tomorrow it could be you.”
Mr McCaffrey’s lawyer John Finucane said he was “deeply disturbed” by the men’s detention, while Mr Birney’s solicitor Niall Murphy said he had gone through four taped interviews but “not one scintilla of evidence” was put to him.
Police said the confidential material under investigation, which officers say featured in the documentary, had been in the possession of the Police Ombudsman’s office.
Durham Constabulary – which made the arrests – was asked to conduct an independent investigation.
Around 100 people turned out at the Heights Bar in Co Down on Friday night in silent solidarity with the journalists.
Several held aloft a banner calling for justice and others held framed photographs of their murdered loved ones.
Emma Rogan, whose father was murdered in the shootings, said the “whole community were shocked to hear [the journalists] were arrested while the perpetrators of this heinous act have never been charged”.
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A brief history of Ireland’s landmark industrial and social dispute,
between approximately 20,000 workers and 300 employers, which began in
Dublin 105 years ago this week. By Francis Devine.
In Dublin City in 1913
The boss was rich and the poor were slaves,
The women working and the children hungry,
Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave.
Dublin 1913
In 1913 Dublin lacked a real industrial base and work was generally of a
casual nature with poor union organisation and slave wages. A third of
the city’s teeming population inhabited the centre city tenement slums.
The overcrowding, squalor and inadequate sanitation combined with poor
diet to give Dublin one of the highest infant death rates in Europe.
High levels of violence and prostitution offered further evidence of the
demoralised state of many of the population. It was in many ways an
unlikely seed-bed for trade unionism. The social system was typified by
insecurity of employment, personal daily struggles for survival and the
frequent indifference of the longer established – but conservative –
craft trade unions.
The New Unionism, marked by its organisation of the unskilled and
socialist zeal, had briefly flourished in Dublin in the 1890s. But the
odds were heavily stacked against permanent success: many union
organizations had become moribund. With James Larkin’s arrival in
Ireland as Organiser for the National Union of Dock Labourers (NUDL),
the waterfront workers rose again, firstly in Belfast in 1907 and
subsequently in other Irish ports.
Disagreement with the NUDL’s Liverpool Executive led to Larkin’s
suspension and the launch in 1909 of a Dublin-based union for unskilled
workers – the Irish Transport and General Workers’ Union. From the
beginning the new union enunciated in its rule book a wide programme of
industrial and political agitation to change society in the interests of
the Irish working class. But the employers would not be silent
observers.
The Bosses Organise
Under the calculating leadership of William Martin Murphy, owner of the
Irish Independent and controller of the Dublin Tramways Company, over
400 employers combined in the Dublin Employers’ Federation to deny the
same rights of combination to the city’s underprivileged. Their aim was
to remove the threat of the ITGWU and its message of discontent so
marvelously articulated by Larkin’s street oratory.
The crunch came on 15th August, 1913 when Murphy offered the workers in
the Independent’s dispatch department the choice of Union or job. When
their loyalty to the Union resulted in dismissal, prompt solidarity
action saw the dispute escalate with further dismissals in Eason’s and
on the trams.
The now confident employers issued the infamous ‘document’, locking out
any worker that refused to sign a pledge to disown the ITGWU. By the end
of September over 20,000 were locked out.
Bloody Sunday
On Sunday, 31 August, the police attacked a crowd gathered to hear
Larkin address them in O’Connell Street. The meeting had been banned by
the authorities. Scores were injured in the baton charge and British
public opinion was shocked at the scenes. As a result of injuries
recived in the baton charge and subsequent violence James Nolan, James
Byrne and Alice Brady paid for their loyalty to the workers’ cause with
their lives.
Questions were raised in the House of Commons and the issue was debated
at the British Trades Union Congress.
Support soon came on foot of the distress but Larkin’s ‘Fiery Cross’
crusade in Britain, where he preached the ‘Divine Mission of
Discontent,’ generated rank-and-file rather than official reaction.
Assistance was limited to food and material support rather than
sympathetic industrial action.
James Connolly, now co-ordinating industrial matters, drew the port of
Dublin shut as ‘tight as a drum’ and both sides settled for a long
attritional war through the winter with the bosses relying on starvation
and the workers on the simple message of ‘each for all and all for
each.’
To The Bitter End
The TUC Dublin Food Fund and other support marshalled by the Dublin
Trades Council sustained the workers and there can have been few
occasions as emotive as the landing of the food ships on the quays. The
workers also began to defend themselves through the formation of the
Irish Citizen Army. Intellectuals and many middle-class sympathisers
rallied to the workers’ side shocked at the awful conditions and
horrified at the pig-headedness of the employers. The Church was less
sympathetic and positively hostile to the notion of Dublin’s starved
youngsters going to the ‘godless’ homes of English sympathisers for the
duration. Connolly wondered why souls were of greater concern than
bellies.
In the face of uneven odds the Lock-Out began to crumble in January 1914
as the Building Labourers’ Union returned – as many others were to do –
without signing the offending document.
Some stuck it out until May, but in the end the employers could and did
claim victory as resistance collapsed. But they lacked the strength to
enforce their victory, as the ITGWU survived.
In defeat, the ITGWU had gained many adherents and, more significantly,
had laid the foundations that led Connolly to conclude:
“From the effects of this drawn battle both sides are still bearing
heavy scars. How deep those scars are, none will ever reveal. But the
working class has lost none of its aggressiveness, none of its
confidence, none of the hope in the ultimate triumph. No traitor amongst
the ranks of that class has permanently gained, even materially, by his
or her treachery. The flag of the Irish Transport and General Workers’
Union still flies proudly in the van of the Irish working class, and
that working class still marches proudly and defiantly at the head of
the gathering hosts who stand for a regenerated nation, resting upon a
people industrially free.”
The Legacy of 1913
1913 was, in fact, a victory drawn from the jaws of defeat. The trade
union and labour movement was soon to become an essential and important
part of the new southern Irish State but the battle was not won in 1913,
and progress since has been uneven.
Despite tremendous growth in numerical terms in the size of the trade
union movement in the 1970s, working class organisation has not been
reflected in political gains.
In terms of a social audit of Ireland today as compared to 1913 can we
really claim to be in credit? Certainly extreme poverty has gone but
things are relative to the times. We still have acute housing problems,
attacks on hard-won health, education and social services and new
problems of urban decay, drug abuse, vandalism and crime in the
alienation of our youth. Regrettably there is now a gathering attack on
trade unionism and the essential collective value that it represents and
to which the whole of Irish society owes many of its freedoms.
The new’ documents’ are the beliefs in privatisation, deregulation,
public spending cuts and increasing appeals to individualism. Trade
union values are being dismissed as ‘old-fashioned’ or ‘belonging to the
nineteenth century’ but in fact they were never more necessary if we are
to win the struggle for control of our destinies and management of our
own economic, social and political affairs.
The Lessons of 1913
We must learn from 1913’s solidarity between different trade unions,
national and international. The trade union movement fought for the
whole of the working class not just the organised sectors.
Larkin’s newspaper the Irish Worker through its mass readership
countered the employers’ message from the bosses’ servant press. The
trade unions provided social and cultural activities for its members as
well as industrial and political leadership.
The Lock-Out tried to outlaw a culture counter to capitalism. It failed
partly because it was so crude and ham-fisted. Today’s attack is more
subtle and all the more dangerous because of it.
To honour the memory of 1913 we must once again set out the task of
regenerating a nation on “the shoulders of a people industrially free.”