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Being known to Garda’ doesnÕt mean youÕre their friend

Bernie Ni Fhlatharta



Date Published: {J}

You’d have thought that, if a man was known to Gardaí, his life would be more protected than exposed – but in fact being known to Gardaí is one surefire way of being shot to death.

That makes me very afraid because I’m known to many Gardaí and many Gardaí know me; some of them have been friends of mine since schooldays and one of them is my brother in law.

But by making public the fact that I’m known to Gardaí, I may now be exposing myself to the danger of sudden and traumatic death. The fact that I’m known to some doctors and nurses might be a small consolation here, but only if I’m attacked near a hospital.

“Known to Gardaí” is one of those clichés which television reporters, in particular, refer to as broadcasting shorthand for a string of convictions as long as your proverbial arm – so why don’t they just say it straight out then?

These crime junkies of the small screen are also frequently guilty of doing a disservice to the investigative powers of the boys and girls in blue.

Say, for example, a man is found dead in a ditch with two bullet wounds to his head, his hands tied behind his back and six inch nails driven through both of his kneecaps.

It hardly takes Taggart to spot the telltale signs of a murrrder here – but reporters announce nothing more to the nation than that Gardaí are treating the death as suspicious.

Suspicious would be if the bloke in the ditch had a strange bump on his head; not if he was full of more lead than your average pencil.

Admittedly we all resort to the old euphemism in the case of a suicide, where – rather than add to the distress of the family – we simply say that Gardaí have ruled out foul play.

But if the case of these suspicious deaths, the breathless correspondent frequently goes on to describe in graphic detail the injuries inflicted on the victims – with a little bit of editorialising thrown in, pointing out that gun crime is the scourge of our streets or that playing with the big boys can damage your health.

Then we give the criminals nicknames that turn this whole farce into Gotham City. We have the General, the Monk, the Viper, the Coach, the Footballer, Fatso, the Tosser, the Boxer and the rest of them.

It makes them sound like Batman and Robin should be in hot pursuit, after a plea from Commissioner Gordon or a bell on the old red Batphone.

When the Viper was shot, one of the television reports revealed “one of the bullets bounced off his skull, just above the eye…” so that was undoubtedly a suspicious incident involving a man who was known to Gardaí.

The murder of Veronica Guerin was a brutal, vicious, barbaric attack on the mother of a young boy. But Veronica, like the rest of the crime correspondents, flew too close to the sun – and given that they’re not exactly dealing with Mensa candidates, someone was always going to get hurt.

And yet Veronica’s death only sparked a whole new plethora of crime reporters – print and television – all bursting to reveal what life was like on the dark side of our streets.

I’m glad the only Monks I know are in the Abbey and the footballers are in Terryland Park; you can go there secure in the knowledge that they’re unlikely to hurt you because even if they did shoot at you, most of the time, they’d be likely to miss.

The Viper capitalized on his nickname by setting up a licenced ‘collection service’ to force hardpressed householders to pay up their bad debts.

And funnily enough a guy called the Viper on your doorstep demanding his money might have more impact than a letter from some lending agency – particularly if it’s one that the taxpayers have just loaned several billion to in the first place.

If he calls again, just tell him you’re known to the Gardaí – that will leave him wondering if they’re your friends or, if like him, you have a long criminal record.

For more read page 13 of this week’s Connacht Tribune

Galway in Days Gone By

The way we were – Protecting archives of our past

Judy Murphy



A photo of Galway city centre from the county council's archives

People’s living conditions less than 100 years ago were frightening. We have come a long way. We talk about water charges today, but back then the local District Councils were erecting pumps for local communities and the lovely town of Mountbellew, according to Council minutes, had open sewers,” says Galway County Council archivist Patria McWalter.

Patria believes we “need to take pride in our history, and we should take the same pride in our historical records as we do in our built heritage”. When you see the wealth of material in her care, this belief makes sense.

She is in charge of caring for the rich collection of administrative records owned by Galway County Council and says “these records are as much part of our history as the Rock of Cashel is. They document our lives and our ancestors’ lives. And nobody can plan for the future unless you learn from the past, what worked and what didn’t”.

Archivists and librarians are often unfairly regarded as being dry, academic types, but that’s certainly not true of Patria. Her enthusiasm is infectious as she turns the pages of several minute books from Galway’s Rural District Councils, all of them at least 100 years old.

Part of her role involved cataloguing all the records of the Councils – Ballinasloe, Clifden, Galway, Gort, Loughrea, Mountbellew, Portumna and Tuam. These records mostly consisted of minutes of various meetings.

When she was cataloguing them she realised their worth to local historians and researchers, so she decided to compile a guide to their content. The result is For the Record: The Archives of Galway’s Rural District Councils, which will be a valuable asset to anybody with an interest in history.

Many representatives on these Councils were local personalities and several were arrested during the political upheaval of the era, she explains.

And, ushering in a new era in history, women were allowed to sit on these Rural District Councils – at the time they were not allowed to sit on County Councils.

All of this information is included in Patria’s introductory essay to the attractively produced A4 size guide, which gives a glimpse into how these Rural Councils operated and the way political thinking changed in Ireland during a short 26-year period. In the early 1900s, these Councils supported Home Rule, but by 1920, they were calling for full independence and refusing to recognise the British administration.

“I love the tone,” says Patria of the minutes from meetings. “The language was very emotive.”

That was certainly true of the Gort Rural District Council. At a meeting in 1907, following riots in Dublin at the premiere of JM Synge’s play, The Playboy of the Western World the councillors’ response was vehement. They recorded their decision to “protest most emphatically against the libellous comedy, The Playboy of the Western World, that was belched forth during the past week in the Abbey Theatre, Dublin, under the fostering care of Lady Gregory and Mr Yeats. We congratulate the good people of Dublin in howling down the gross buffoonery and immoral suggestions that are scattered throughout this scandalous performance.


For more from the archives see this week’s Tribunes here

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Henshaw and McSharry set to field for Irish Wolfhounds in clash with England Saxons

Bernie Ni Fhlatharta



Date Published: 24-Jan-2013

CONNACHT’S rising stars Robbie Henshaw and Dave McSharry look set to named in the starting xv for the Ireland Wolfhounds who face the England Saxons in Galway this weekend when the team is announced later today (Thursday).

Robbie Henshaw is the only out-and-out full-back that was named Tuesday in the 23-man squad that will take on the English at the Sportsground this Friday (7.45pm).

Connacht’s centre McSharry and Ulster’s Darren Cave are the only two specialist centres named in the 23 man squad, which would also suggest the two youngsters are in line for a starting place.

Former Connacht out-half, Ian Keatley, Leinster’s second out-half Ian Madigan and Ulster’s number 10 Paddy Jackson and winger Andrew Trimble, although not specialist full-backs or centres, can all slot into the 12, 13 and 15 jerseys, however you’d expect the Irish management will hand debuts to Henshaw and McSharry given that they’ll be playing on their home turf.

Aged 19, Henshaw was still playing Schools Cup rugby last season. The Athlone born Connacht Academy back burst onto the scene at the beginning of the season when he filled the number 15 position for injured captain Gavin Duffy.

The Marist College and former Ireland U19 representative was so assured under the high ball, so impressive on the counter-attack and astute with the boot, that he retained the full-back position when Duffy returned from injury.

Connacht coach Eric Elwood should be commended for giving the young Buccaneers clubman a chance to shine and Henshaw has grasped that opportunity with both hands, lighting up the RaboDirect PRO 12 and Heineken Cup campaigns for the Westerners this season.

Henshaw has played in all 19 of Connacht’s games this season and his man-of-the-match display last weekend in the Heineken Cup against Zebre caught the eye of Irish attack coach, Les Kiss.

“We’re really excited about his development. He had to step into the breach when Connacht lost Gavin Duffy, and he was playing 13 earlier in the year. When he had to put his hand up for that, he’s done an exceptional job,” Kiss said.

The 22-year-old McSharry was desperately unlucky to miss out on Declan Kidney’s Ireland squad for the autumn internationals and the Dubliner will relish the opportunity this Friday night to show-off his speed, turn of foot, deft hands and finishing prowess that has been a mark of this season, in particular, with Connacht.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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Drinks battle brewing as kettle sales go off the boil

Bernie Ni Fhlatharta



Date Published: 30-Jan-2013

You’d have thought there might have been three certainties in Irish life – death, taxes and the cup of tea – but it now seems that our post-tiger sophistication in endangering the consumption of the nation’s second favourite beverage.

Because with all of our new-fangled coffee machines, percolators, cappuccino and expresso makers, sales of the humble kettle are falling faster than our hopes of a write-off on the promissory note.

And even when we do make tea, we don’t need a tea pot – it’s all tea bags these days because nobody wants a mouthful of tea leaves, unless they’re planning to have their fortune told.

Sales of kettles are in decline as consumers opt for fancy coffee makers, hot water dispensers and other methods to make their beverages – at least that’s the case in the UK and there’s no reason to think it’s any different here.

And it’s only seems like yesterday when, if the hearth was the heart of every home, the kettle that hung over the inglenook fireplace or whistled gently on the range, was the soul.

You’d see groups gathered in bogs, footing turf and then breaking off to boil the battered old kettle for a well-earned break.

The first thing that happened when you dropped into someone’s home was the host saying: “Hold on until I stick on the kettle.”

When the prodigal son arrived home for the Christmas, first item on the agenda was a cup of tea; when bad news was delivered, the pain was eased with a cuppa; last thing at night was tea with a biscuit.

The arrival of electric kettles meant there was no longer an eternal search for matches to light the gas; we even had little electric coils that would boil water into tea in our cup if you were mean enough or unlucky enough to be making tea for one.

We went away on sun holidays, armed with an ocean of lotion and a suitcase full of Denny’s sausages and Barry’s Tea. Spanish tea just wasn’t the same and there was nothing like a nice brew to lift the sagging spirits.

We even coped with the arrival of coffee because for a long time it was just Maxwell House or Nescafe granules which might have seemed like the height of sophistication – but they still required a kettle.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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