By Anthony McIntyre (for the Blanket)
I have a vague memory of first hearing Robert McBride speak in the mid-1990s. A friend of the nationalist politician, Gerry Kelly, the former ANC prisoner was in Belfast, it seemed, to allay considerable republican grassroots concerns about where the peace process was taking republicans. The Sinn Féin leadership had earlier called on republican turkeys to celebrate Christmas, and after initial bouts of orchestrated flag waving and victory cavalcades through West Belfast in August 1994, it was beginning to dawn on greater numbers that one fate alone awaits a turkey at the dinner table of its foe.