Ireland's Shame

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We are asked to believe, that Gerry Adams, PSF President and MP for West Belfast, was not able to protect children in West Belfast, Dundalk or Donegal after his brother's 13 year old abused daughter asked for his help more than 21 years ago. Martin McGuinness deputy first minister, is photographed above with Liam Adams and it is inconceivable he wouldn't be aware of this whole matter. Children were the most vulnerable part of his constituency and they certainly remain vulnerable while Adams or McGuinness are in power.

Uncle Gerry admitted that he believed her all those years ago, which makes it inexplicable that his brother Liam was later allowed to work for several years with the young, in Adams's West Belfast constituency. If Gerry Adams's doesn't resign immediately like The bishops and the Robinsons, then I hope it doesn't fall to the Orange volunteers to have to burn him out of Belfast.

I understand his brother may be a sick man and that in an enlightened country, would be taken out of society immediately and given treatment for the safety of children and his own safety. I understand that Gerry Adams is human and makes mistakes like everyone else. However the denial of his failure in this instance and those around him, along with the arrogance of holding his senior positions is beyond belief and a disgrace of all senior members within his party that enable this to continue.

Ireland, its people and especially its children, deserve nothing less than his immediate resignation and a thorough criminal investigation of all collusion in this matter by the appropriate authority, whoever that may be. Anything less, after a 60 million euro inquiry and the recent resignation of 5 bishops, for exactly the same offence, is nothing short of a blind eye being shown to child rape and child abuse in Ireland. It is a mark of shame and disgrace on the formerly honourable name of Ireland, that will ring around the world for decades to come.


Modern Times


It is said we live in modern times,
In the civilised year of 'seventy nine,
But when I look around, all I see,
Is modern torture, pain, and hypocrisy.

In modern times little children die,
They starve to death, but who dares ask why?
And little girls without attire,
Run screaming, napalmed, through the night afire.

And while fat dictators sit upon their thrones,
Young children bury their parents' bones,
And secret police in the dead of night,
Electrocute the naked woman out of sight.

In the gutter lies the black man, dead,
And where the oil flows blackest, the street runs red,
And there was He who was born and came to be,
But lived and died without liberty.

As the bureaucrats, speculators and presidents alike,
Pin on their dirty, stinking, happy smiles tonight,
The lonely prisoner will cry out from within this tomb,
And tomorrow's wretch will leave its mother's womb!

- by Bobby Sands



BOBBY SANDS was twenty seven years old when he died on the sixty sixth day of hunger-strike in the H-Block prison hospital, Long Kesh, on the 5th May 1981. The young IRA Volunteer who had spent almost the last nine years of his short life in prison as a result of his Irish republican activities was, by the time of his death, world-famous having been elected to the british parliament and having withstood pressures, political and moral including an emissary from Pope John Paul II , for him to abandon his fast which was aimed at countering a criminalisation policy by the british government. His name became a household word in Ireland, and his sacrifice as did that of those who followed him overturned british propaganda on Ireland and had real effect in advancing the cause of Irish freedom.



The following is a contribution from MaryHedgehog, who's link is at the top right, the link didn't work properly !