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Saturday, 7 May 2022

BOOK REVIEW: REPORTING THE TROUBLES 2 - COMPILED BY DERIC HENDERSON & IVAN LITTLE

 


Blackstaff Press 2022

https://blackstaffpress.com/reporting-the-troubles-2-9781780733258

Reporting the Troubles 2

More journalists tell their stories of the Northern Ireland conflict

Compiled by Deric Henderson and Ivan Little

Foreword by Bertie Ahern and Sir Tony Blair


This book (and its predecessor, Reporting the Troubles, published in 2018) is, on a deceptively simple level, a book by journalists about journalism. But it is so much more than that. Book 1 and Book 2 are recollections of some of the most harrowing and deplorable events that happened in Northern Ireland in relatively recent times.

"Reporting on the tragedy of what happened here in the last five decades was never easy. It took a certain kind of journalist to head off into the night to report from the scene of the latest murder, to listen to heartbreaking stories of the lives destroyed by the conflict, and to try to make sense of it all." (Mark Carruthers).

The memories of death, injury, destruction and brutality are told vividly and also with humanity for the victims and their families. These are people stories that I read with stirred emotions, often with a tear in my eye or with raging anger.  I was struck by many things but when reading about babies, young children and others who were killed by "mistake", followed by a blasé "oops, sorry, but our campaign continues" from paramilitary outfits, I could feel the intensity of my blood boiling.

On one side of these narratives, there is despair and everlasting grief. On the other, there is a clinging to a sincere desire that the current fragile peace in Northern Ireland will one day become something more solid cemented by hope.

Another running thought as I read these brilliant pieces of journalism was the attempts by some individuals and organisations to wipe the slate clean, to erase the past as if it never really happened or mattered. How wrong would that be? What an insult to those who died, those who can never forget and those whose pain and torment never fade!

"In Northern Ireland there is a word for dealing with the past. It is a word for the killings during the Troubles, the murders, assassinations, the abductions, the bombings, the dreadful mistakes, the people who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. We call it legacy. But legacy is difficult, because legacy lasts a lifetime. (Will Leitch)

This is not always an easy read but it is an essential book that (along with its previous companion) should be read widely for years to come. There is truth here, truth told by great journalists via exceptional journalism. Without these extraordinary people, quite a few dealing still with their own recurring nightmares, the past really would be forgotten. Journalism at this high level really does make a difference. 

"We dedicated the first volume of the book to the victims of the Troubles and they and their families are still at the heart of this second book. We hope that both volumes stand as an enduring act of remembrance." (Deric Henderson and Ivan Little).

An enduring act of remembrance, it certainly is. Highly recommended.

Wednesday, 3 October 2018

BOOK REVIEW - REPORTING THE TROUBLES


Reporting the Troubles
Journalists tell their stories of the Northern Ireland conflict

Compiled by Deric Henderson and Ivan Little

The Blackstaff Press 2018


In the foreword to this powerful and emotional book, US Special envoy for Northern Ireland (1995 – 2001), Senator George Mitchell quotes Thomas Jefferson: “The basis of our government being the opinion of the people, the very first object should be to keep that right; and were it left for me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate a moment to prefer the latter.”

Mitchell says: “This book will make a lasting impression on readers. It contains accounts of death and life, of loss and survival, of heroism and cowardice, all of which in the aggregate convey the swirl of emotions experienced by those who lived through the Troubles.”

In their introduction, compilers Deric Henderson and Ivan Little say that the book is “a series of deeply personal and engaged accounts of some of the key moments and personalities that defined and shaped the conflict. More than that, they are the testimony to the huge responsibility the journalists felt, to their commitment to putting things on the record, and to remembering.”

Gail Walker, editor of the Belfast Telegraph notes: “We could do worse than to remind ourselves that journalism is at heart about telling stories.”

Even before I read the first chapter, I was struck by the fact that this history happened in my lifetime. I was born and raised in Belfast. In 1968, I was fourteen-years-old, living in Andersonstown. A substantial number of the atrocities highlighted here resonate with me. In those days and onward, we all watched the news. As the sixties morphed into the seventies and on and on, we watched daily atrocities in Belfast and beyond. We lived through brutal and horrific times and, in my view, we took for granted the risks taken by on-the-spot journalists, camera and sound crews to explain to us what was going on. It is not practical in a review to comment on every chapter but I can say with certainty that each contribution to the book is compelling, and as a collective project, Reporting the Troubles sets the highest standards for recording history. Here are selected comments:

Martin Cowley, formerly of the Irish Times and Reuters Ireland, recalls the 5 October, 1968 when the Northern Ireland Civil Rights Association marched in Derry against police warnings not to, resulting in baton charges and severe beatings by the police. The incidents on that day triggered the start of what has become known as the Troubles. The difference with this day’s events was that, unlike previous street violence in Northern Ireland, this was “caught on tape, up close and very personal in daylight, and screened worldwide.”The accompanying Trevor McBride photograph of three policemen, one with gritted teeth and raised baton, restraining an eighteen-year-old student was a brutal example of what was to come across Northern Ireland.

Ray Managh, a freelance reporter and former B Special policeman, recalls a terrifying experience, when he accidentally found himself seeking sanctuary with others in an IRA safe house. “It was a little middle-aged woman in an apron, obviously the lady of the house, who turned out to be my saviour and liberator from what I saw as a doomed situation.” Thanks to the woman’s kindly instructions, Managh was escorted safely out of the area.

Martin Bell, the famed BBC correspondent and veteran of assignments in Vietnam, Nigeria, the Middle East and elsewhere – the man in the white suit – remembers the Reverend Ian Paisley, at an Armagh prayer meeting, calling him an employee of the Papist Broadcasting Corporation. “There is one man here,’preached Paisley, “who is no friend of the Protestant and loyalist people. Bell was jostled and made to feel very uncomfortable. Paisley was no Chuckle brother back then.

Peter Taylor, reporter and writer, describes his time covering Bloody Sunday in Derry in 1972, interviewing amongst others, a young Martin McGuinness. (“….. impressive, with a natural charm that belied the steel that lay behind it.”)

Gloria Hunniford, television presenter, remembers the horror of the Abercorn restaurant bombing in 1972 and the death threats she received during her broadcasting career in England. “Get that Irish bitch off the air or someone else will.”

Deric Henderson, one of this book’s compilers, tells the story of his Uncle Ted who was shot dead by a sniper. He doesn’t remember who told him his uncle had died “but I do recall the distress and the heartache, and a grieving process that seemed to go on forever. There was bitterness as well.”

Alf McCreary, veteran (and in my view legendary) journalist, reflects on some of the atrocities and heart-breaking stories he has covered over the years. “As I get older I become very saddened when I think of these things, and I wonder what all the suffering really achieved in the end. I can only hope and pray that it will never happen again.”

Denis Murray, former BBC Ireland correspondent, writes about the time he interviewed a ten-year-old boy – “a wee boy every bit as brave as his daddy”- soon after his father’s murder. Murray emphasised that “we in the media, and in Northern Ireland generally, are great at remembering the “big” tragedies, events in which there were multiple deaths. But the “little” individual tragedies are no less tragic.” Both “big” and “little” stories feature throughout the book.

John Irvine, senior international correspondent for ITN, writes about the ten funerals he attended in one week, describing his personal distress. “My tears came as a complete surprise.” He goes on to make this point: ”Covering Nelson Mandela’s passing a few years ago, I learned that those South Africans who entered this world after the end of apartheid are known as “Born Frees”. Perhaps people in Northern Ireland after the military ceasefires should be known as “Trouble Frees”. I worry they don’t know how lucky they are.”

There are many recollection of murders, injuries and destruction, the plague of tit-for-tat revenge killings of innocent people going about their daily lives, of bombs going off in busy cities and towns, of mouthy politicians stirring the cauldron, of quieter politicians trying to calm situations, of politicians and journalists from “the mainland” (I detest that term), clueless about Northern Ireland, its people and its history. The emotional descriptions of funerals and everlasting grief are powerful, as they should be.

The book’s final chapter by Gail Walker summarises superbly the book’s raison d’etre and reflects thus: “Some will say we should forget the past. Ignore it. Let it go. That it would be – ironically – the price of peace: a self-inflicted, self-imposed cultural amnesia that renders us, in the end, speechless. That’s a recipe for mass neurosis, delusion and moral hypocrisy – that, to keep the “peace”, we must inflict another kind of violence on survivors, censoring their stories, blue-pencilling the raw heart and hurt mind.”

Reporting the Troubles could well be the most important book ever written about Northern Ireland’s Troubles, and I don’t say that lightly. It is a potent collection of memories by people whose only axe to grind was finding and reporting the facts in the aftermath of atrocities. Sometimes it is a tough read, but that is surely the whole point.

Oh, and one last thing, please read it slowly. Let the words sink in. The victims and survivors deserve your time. The journalists herein have all earned great respect.


Friday, 1 April 2016

BOOK REVIEW: ALF McCREARY - BEHIND THE HEADLINES

I posted this review a couple of years ago but it is such a great book, I am repeating here.



Colourpoint Books (2013)

I was born and raised in Belfast. My teenage years, circa 1965 to 1973, coincided with the beginnings of "the Troubles".  In the early 70s, I was a Trainee Manager in British Home Stores in the city centre and, like many people, I had to navigate security gates, long queues, body and bag searches to get to work.  We endured bomb scares and, every now and then, the shuddering reality of nerve and glass-shattering explosions.  It was an awful time and things got even worse in the years after I left to pursue my work ambitions.

But in my "Belfast years", I was an avid reader of local newspapers.  We were an Irish News family and I would catch up with that publication in the evenings at home.  But I loved the Belfast Telegraph, read on the Glen Road bus, because of it's news coverage and especially for the input of the wonderful cartoonist Rowel Friers and the wit and wisdom of writers Billy Simpson, John Pepper and Alf McCreary, amongst others.  Alf McCreary was different from the rest because, as I saw it, he was always perceptive and razor-sharp when it came to analysing the human condition in all its good, bad and ugly forms. The others were comic geniuses but Alf had a more serious eye.

So, I was delighted to see that Mr McCreary had written a book about his life, work and times.  On a recent visit to Belfast, I bought a copy and over the past couple of weeks I have enjoyed travelling through his life.

I remembered his honesty, reporting the facts, and his clear understanding of the complications, frustrations and emotions inherent in Northern Ireland's history.  He did not shirk his responsibility to tell the truth regardless of boundaries, tribal, religious, political or otherwise.

I remember reading his book Survivors in the mid-70s, stories of innocent victims of the violence and mayhem in Northern Ireland, and it shook me because it was shocking, harrowing, emotional and real - as it was meant to be.  This book stands, in my opinion, as one of the best pieces of evidence that war is good for nothing and always bad for people who just want to get on with their normal lives.

I learned quite a bit about Alf McCreary's life.  Apart from his successful and award-winning journalistic career in Northern Ireland, notably in and around the Belfast Telegraph, I had been unaware of his extensive travels to some of the world's other trouble spots on behalf of Christian Aid, his tenure as head of information at Queen's University and just how many books he had amassed as writer, co-writer and contributor.

There are so many things to quote from the book but I was struck by this extract from a speech he made in 1976 - that's 1976 - 40 years ago, and as I read it again and again, I wonder, taking into consideration constant political bickering about relative trivia, if much has changed: 

"We have a short fuse and a long memory, we look forward, not back, to 1690 and 1916. We lack vision, we lack compassion, we lack statesmen, we lack politicians. We even lack ideas.
I look forward to a society where I can walk without fear in Royal Avenue, or East Belfast or the Bogside. I want a society where we will have politics and not a sectarian pantomime, where tomorrow is more important than today.
I look forward to the day when we in Ulster will use our brains (and we have them) and not our brawn; where power will come from the pen and not the sword; from the ballot box and not the barrel of a gun. I look forward to the day when I can look into the eyes of my children and know that this is a fit place for a child to live."


I am so pleased that Alf McCreary wrote his autobiography.  His writing was part of my education as I road the number 13 bus home.  His wisdom and humanity shine through this excellent book.

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

BOOK REVIEW: BEHIND THE HEADLINES BY ALF MCCREARY

I first posted this in April last year.


Colourpoint Books (November 2013)

I was born and raised in Belfast. My teenage years, circa 1965 to 1973, coincided with the beginnings of "the Troubles".  In the early 70s, I was a Trainee Manager in British Home Stores in the city centre and, like many people, I had to navigate security gates, long queues, body and bag searches to get to work.  We endured bomb scares and, every now and then, the shuddering reality of nerve and glass shattering explosions.  It was an awful time and things got even worse in the years after I left to pursue my work ambitions.


But in my "Belfast years", I was an avid reader of local newspapers.  We were an Irish News family and I would catch up with that publication in the evenings at home.  But I loved the Belfast Telegraph, read on the bus home, because of it's news coverage and especially for the input of the wonderful cartoonist Rowel Friers and the wit and wisdom of writers Billy Simpson, John Pepper and Alf McCreary, amongst others.  Alf McCreary was different from the rest because, as I saw it, he was always perceptive and razor-sharp when it came to analysing the human condition in all its good, bad and ugly forms.


So, I was delighted to see that Mr McCreary had written a book about his life, work and times.  On a recent visit to Belfast, I bought a copy and over the past couple of weeks I have enjoyed travelling through his life.


I remembered his honesty, reporting the facts, and his clear understanding of the complications, frustrations and emotions inherent in Northern Ireland's history.  He did not shirk his responsibility to tell the truth regardless of boundaries, tribal, religious, political or otherwise.


I remember reading his book Survivors in the mid-70s, stories of innocent victims of the violence and mayhem in Northern Ireland, and it shook me because it was shocking, harrowing, emotional and real - as it was meant to be.  This book stands, in my opinion, as one of the best pieces of evidence that war is good for nothing and always bad for people who just want to get on with their normal lives.


I learned quite a bit about Alf McCreary's life.  Apart from his successful and award-winning journalistic career in Northern Ireland, notably in and around the Belfast Telegraph, I had been unaware of his extensive travels to some of the world's other trouble spots on behalf of Christian Aid, his tenure as head of information at Queen's University and just how many books he had amassed as writer, co-writer and contributor.


There are so many things to quote from the book but I was struck by this extract from a speech he made in 1976 - that's 1976 - nearly 40 years ago, and as I read it again and again, I wonder, taking into consideration constant political bickering about relative trivia, if much has changed: 


"We have a short fuse and a long memory, we look forward, not back, to 1690 and 1916. We lack vision, we lack compassion, we lack statesmen, we lack politicians. We even lack ideas.

I look forward to a society where I can walk without fear in Royal Avenue, or East Belfast or the Bogside. I want a society where we will have politics and not a sectarian pantomime, where tomorrow is more important than today.

I look forward to the day when we in Ulster will use our brains (and we have them) and not our brawn; where power will come from the pen and not the sword; from the ballot box and not the barrel of a gun. I look forward to the day when I can look into the eyes of my children and know that this is a fit place for a child to live."

I am so pleased that Alf McCreary wrote his autobiography.  His writing was part of my education as I road the number 13 bus home.  His wisdom and humanity shine through this excellent book.