By Laurence McKeown (for Daily Ireland)
"Sagart ar an sciathan" (priest on the wing), the blanketman at the top of the wing called out. Footsteps, the rattle of keys, a cell door opened. We waited. So much of the blanket protest was about waiting; waiting on a monthly visit, a letter, sceal from outside, a wing shift, or waiting on the next beating. Muted voices, the cell door closed, a grille clanged shut. The voice of Brendan Hughes, former OC of the republican prisoners in the H-blocks and himself still recovering from his hunger strike, then rang out the length of the wing: "Bobby's dead."
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