Friday, March 24, 2006

Some Thoughts on St. Patrick's Day

Commentary by Martin Kelly
March 18, 2005

There was a time in the not so distant past when if a British citizen of Irish extraction declared themselves to be a republican, they would have been likely to find themselves the subject of unwanted official scrutiny.

Being neither a monarchist nor a libertarian, I’m a republican by default. My British republicanism, however, has nothing to do with the fetid gangster ‘Irish republicanism’ of the terror lord Gerry Adams and his gang of butchers in the Provisional IRA.

Big Gerry is now doing the rounds of the Irish-American suckers who have financed the IRA’s 30-year murder spree out of either blind hatred of their country’s closest ally or some kind of romantic pining for an Ireland that never existed. The United Kingdom should never have to ban Americans from entering this island; however Martin Galvin, sometime official of the terrorist fundraiser NORAID, has had that distinction, putting him in the same kind of company as Louis Farrakhan.

This week, some parts of the Irish-American community need to face some particularly brutal home truths. Firstly, they are simply part of the Irish diaspora, not its entirety – they possess no exclusive right to Irish ethnicity.

Secondly, it was their money that for many years helped to buy the guns and the explosives that killed and maimed law-abiding British people just peacefully trying to go about their business.

Thirdly, will any of those who entertain Adams this week have the guts to ask him precisely what role he played in the murder of Jean McConville in 1972? Was he really the commander of the death squad that murdered this mother of 10, as is alleged, or can he account for his movements at the time of her death?

Can he confirm or deny that he was the commander of the IRA’s Belfast Ballymurphy brigade as early as the 1960’s?

Gerry Adams has been a terrorist all his adult life. The IRA has no reason to exist without the gun or the bomb. There has been talk this week of Adams becoming a marginalized Yasser Arafat figure. That analogy is incorrect, firstly because Adams is an elected politician on my dime who, unlike Arafat, works within the framework of an established democracy; and secondly, Adams just doesn’t have the brains to be a Yasser Arafat.

But because the IRA’s political wing Sinn Fein now has a firm grasp of the language of ‘human rights’ and photogenic mouthpieces like Mary Lou McDonald, Adams has thought he and his accomplice, the unashamed terrorist Martin McGuinness, could coast along for years playing men of peace in public while both are still members of the IRA’s governing ‘Army Council’. They have been abetted in this double game by the appeasement of Bill Clinton, Tony Blair and George W. Bush; even after the carnage of 9/11, Bush was willing to go to Belfast in 2003 and meet with men whom he could not have failed to have known were dyed-in-the-wool killers with the blood of the innocent dripping on their hands.

It was only after two spectacular own goals, the biggest bank robbery in British history last December and the senseless murder of Robert McCartney in January, that Bush has pulled the plug on USA-Irish terrorist relations; and there seems to be no indication that this official frostiness from the White House is going to be permanent.

But the signs are good when even Pete King, the Congressional Fenian Caucus himself, is showing Big Gerry the cold shoulder – unless, of course, it’s all just a show and Adams knows he’ll be persona grata again next year, and he’ll be back to wear one of those wee hats, drink green beer and pass round the plate – just for welfare, like.

The remaining supporters of the IRA in Irish-America need to overcome their perpetual emotional immaturity and start recognising their higher duty to the principles of the land that accepted their forefathers. Any bigotry they encountered in America was no different from that faced by the Irish wherever they went – in 1923, the Presbyterian Church of Scotland published a document called ‘The Menace of the Irish Race’, which they’re still living down to this day. When ‘experts’ like the English-born controversialist and eugenics buff John Derbyshire call the Arabs, ‘the Irish of the world’, or hark back to the ‘Limerick Pogrom’, constantly focussing on the negative behaviour of the Irish throughout history, they are given ammunition by some Americans’ continued acceptance of men like Gerry Adams at this time of year.

Adams is in America to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Without Patrick, there would have been no Christianity in Ireland; without Christianity in Ireland there would not have been much Christianity in many other parts of the world.

That’s the real meaning of March 17, and the real achievement of that ancient Scot who was kidnapped into slavery and taken over the water to a wild, forbidding land; not to hold parties for killers like Gerry Adams, or have his feast turned into some kind of Emerald Kwaanza.