You may remember that last October Senator David Norris, speaking
in the Seanad, described An Phoblacht as ``highly abusive,
sectarian and racist''. He went on: ``As long as this journal
peddles its message of hate and contempt how can anyone take
seriously claims of the republican movement to be interested in
genuine brotherhood with those whom it regards and describes as
sub-human?''
I wrote to him, asking how he could justify his remarks. He
replied, asking for the six issues of the paper previous to the
time he made his statement. These I sent along with an invitation
to give him space in the paper to analyse them.
He has now written back and I am happy to say that he has
withdrawn his remarks on the record of the Seanad. He said it was
``certainly not my intention to be unjust in my treatment even of
a publication with whose ethos I fundamentally disagree.''
Fair play to him for withdrawing his remarks. The offer of space
for an article still stands and he has promised to take it up.
And so dialogue begins.
Glasgow Celtic's crusade against anything republican continues
and it is threatening to reach McCarthyite depths of paranoia.
One well-known victim was Martin Meehan's play Insurrection,
which was booked to play in the Celtic Supporters Social Club in
London Road in Glasgow last July. The play was about James
Connolly who happened to be born in Scotland.
yway, the booking was cancelled because, it was alleged, it was
against Celtic's Bhoys Against Bigotry campaign. The case is now
going through the Small Claims Court. The club's lawyers have
claimed ``the theme of the musical play was of an undesirable
political nature''.
We'll keep you posted about this particular witchhunt.
What is the fascination that the Crown Forces have developed with
cars? Or, more precisely, dodgy dealings involving cars. Hot on
the wheels of an alleged RUC stolen car racket comes word that
British soldiers in Germany are making £1,000 profit from
re-selling to British dealers the tax-free, 5% discounted, new,
right-hand drive cars which are a perk of being based in Germany.
So that's what this business is about - for Queen, country and
whatever few bob you can fiddle on the side.
Our movement, I'm glad to say has moved on. Back in 1968 this
little book was expected to be required reading. The title should
give you an idea of what it's like. But the chapter headings are
even more revealing.
There is Chapter One: Wolfe Tone and his Dream Woman. Or Chaper
Twelve: O'Donovan Rossa and his Little Poetess Wife.
The introduction says the book was written for ``the young women
of Ireland in the hope that they will base their lives on the
heroines of their own history rather than on the false picture
presented to them of foreign pagan, so-called stage and screen
stars, models and what have you, who are paraded in our daily
press and on our television and cinema screens as the ideals
which should be followed in our so-called affluent society.''
Aye, indeed, beware them foreign pagans.
I see that former head of the RUC Jack Hermon is back in the
headlines, denouncing the Anglo-Irish Agreement. Isn't it a
coincidence when his autobiography is about to be published.
His pro-unionist sensitivities may be offended by the map which
is carried in the book. That great nationalist stronghold known
as Londonderry is marked as just plain Derry.