Last week marked the 21st Anniversary of the Ceasefire
declared by the Combined Loyalist Military Command. It was heralded as an end to decades of Loyalist
violence. Earlier that year I met a
handful of their colleagues who entered my home one evening and proceeded to
empty the contents of a sub-machine gun into my body: all because I was a defenceless
‘innocent’ Taig. I emphasise the word
innocent because that was the point: the more innocent and defenceless the
better; Loyalism wanted to instil fear and terror into my community. This left me paralysed from the waist down: a
cripple; burning with pain; plagued with illness.
I got my apology from Gusty Spence that crisp October day:
abject and true remorse. I can’t
remember if I accepted it at the time but, in a way, in later years, I did. I say in a way because it was not an apology
from the individuals who were in my home but from the Loyalism as a collective. I accepted it because I had to make peace
with myself in order to make peace with those who harmed me.
I wanted peace. That
is why I and the majority voted ‘Yes’ in the Referendum. On Good Friday 1998 we agreed to set Barabbas
free; all of the prisoners would be released from the H-Blocks. This still sticks in the craw of some people but
I believe it was a necessary concession to help cement the peace process. Paramilitary organisations would do well to
reflect on the magnanimity of this gesture by the public at large.
There was a relative peace between the traditional enemies
after Good Friday but the men of war continued to wreak havoc on their own
communities. They found it difficult to
give up their Brigadier status and lifestyle.
Demobilisation and disbandment was not on the radar. The weapons of choice were intimidation,
extortion, drug peddling, knee-capping and murder. The working class communities against whom
they waged their war never stood a chance against such muscle-men.
The Ceasefire Generation is now twenty-one: will they get
the key to the door? A key to open the
door of the cage: a cage which houses the hawk, which can only whistle to the
tune of ‘The Billy Boys’, or to release the doves of peace. That is the test for the new Loyalist
Community Council. Have they called a new
ceasefire, ended their war and will they display abject and true remorse to
their community? Will they finally
demobilise and disband? Will they be
able to reintegrate this time?
They are going to need help to reintegrate. They are going to need the communities that
they intimidated to show some magnanimity.
They need to give something back to these communities. They shouldn’t expect to retain their status
by virtue of their hard-man past but instead need to earn the respect of their people. Any funding opportunities coming into these
communities should not be sewn up as ‘Jobs for the Boys’ but should instead be
used to create jobs for the boys: the boys of the Shankill, Ballybeen and
beyond. Disband the Young Citizen
Volunteers and replace them with young citizen volunteers who will work for the
betterment of their community.
If the jackboot is finally lifted from the throats of
Loyalist working class communities the people themselves need to begin to
reclaim a stake in this society; they need to find their voice. They are only disenfranchised by virtue of
their own apathy. They need to use the
only legitimate weapon they have: the vote.
They need to come out and vote for people who have their loyalist
working class interests at heart. They
need to waken up and realise that Big House Unionism couldn’t care less about
the Two-up/Two-down loyalists in the Village.
They need to find new Dawns; to elect more Julie-Annes over the Jolenes;
and to forget about the Humphrey-Dumptys of this world. To maybe look at those who would put People
Before Profit. Don’t just use your vote
to keep ‘themmuns’ out but instead get ‘yousens’ in.
I hope that the loyalist working class begin to realise
their core identity: their innate humanity.
Strip it all away and that’s all we have. Stop worrying about whether the big dome is
adorned with a perpetual flag or the Northern Ireland football shirt can hang
from the big wheel at Funderland. Stop
listening to the dog whistle politics that has led so many onto the streets, filling
the jails and cemeteries.
I call on all paramilitaries to be more sensitive when
honouring their fallen. To take a moment
to reflect on their victims as they observe a minutes silence every Easter or
Remembrance Sunday. When they reminisce
about the heroic operations carried out by their brave volunteers don’t forget
to include the stories about their attacks on defenceless people like me and
the operations I went through to fix my body (the latest one was only last week!).
It is time for the Loyalist Community Council to prove the
doubters and the cynics wrong. I stand
beside those who welcomed this new initiative on the airwaves last week. People like Jude Whyte, John Allen and Mark
Rodgers: people who were so badly affected by loyalist violence. It’s time to reintegrate and we as a society
need to let them. We need to put aside
the labelling. We need to let the
‘perpetrators’, the ‘victim-makers’ and the ‘terrorists’ re-join society. We need to let them apply for all jobs on an
equal basis whether that be as a landscape gardener or a SPAD in Stormont. We agreed to set Barabbas free in 1998 but
yet they are still fettered in 2015. We
need to and we should give you another chance.
Please don’t blow it again.
Strong piece but I would not be confident that the same wheel will not to be invented ... again ... in 21 years time
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