On Gerry Adams’s release from custody, Author and ex-para Ken Lukowiak has some more good news for Gerry. And from a very surprising source. Past members of The Parachute Regiment.
I see they’ve let you go. Well, I’ve got some more good news for you, and, surprisingly, from of all places, it comes from some ex-members of The Parachute Regiment. I’m in my local a couple of lunch times ago, having a few beers with three other ex Paras. All of whom, at one time, like me, served in that arsehole of a place that you call home. Anyway, it’s my round and I’m at the bar, when I look up at the TV on the wall and see your grinning face. The TVs in our local have the sound muted, but to compensate have telex sub-titles running along the bottom of the screen. Turns out that these sub-titles are a good minute or so behind the pictures, so at first I think they’re trying to pin the death of Peaches Geldof on you. And you know, in my defense, anything is possible with you Gerry. And Peaches’s Da is Irish and a celebrity. As was Shergar.
With drinks in hand I return to the table and ask:
“Did Gerry Adams kill Peaches Geldof?”
“No. You fucking 2 Para Twat”. Says Big Mac (He’s ex 3 Para) “They’ve nicked him for the murder of that woman, haven’t they.”
“What woman?” I asked.
“That Irish one.”
Well, that hardly narrowed it.
Naturally enough, the conversation at the table then turns to you Gerry. And, as I’m sure you can imagine – it’s all a bit negative. Truth is, us paratroopers, we’re not keen on you Gerry. Not keen at all. Although, some of your mates did murder some of our mates. So I guess it’s all to be expected.
But then ‘Moi’, the self-appointed liberal of our group (my politics are only slightly to the right of Thatcherism) I come up with a question that causes our group to stop and ponder. Andy (also ex 3 Para) was the first to break the silence when he asked:
“Why can I only hang one of them? I want to hang both of them”
“Well you can’t” I explain. “The game is that you can only hang one of them, and you have to hang one of them, but the choice is yours.”
“In that case” says Andy “I’d hang Martin.”
“Yeah, Martin” agrees Big Mac.
“Definitely Martin” says Pete.
So, I’m pleased to pass on, that with my vote added, four out of four ex-paratroopers – who expressed a preference – would rather hang your BFF Martin than you.
So, it’s a big thumbs up for you on that one Gerry! Even though Martin’s the one who had dinner with the Queen. (No we can’t work it out either).
To be honest, I’m against capital punishment, so, it was left to me, I wouldn’t hang either of you. My now dear departed Catholic father once said to me that it was better for ten guilty men to be set free than for one innocent man to be hanged. And that’s stuck with me. My three friends disagree with me completely on this. Although, at the same time, they would fight, quite literally, for my right to say it.
If they do eventually bang you up for the murder of ‘that woman’, and it’s all fingers crossed at our end, then I’m expecting great things from you Gerry. If I don’t see a picture of you in the papers, wrapped in a blanket and covered in your own shit, then I’m going to be most disappointed.
So don’t let the cause down. Do the right thing. Like your mate Bobby did.
P.S. As I’m sure you know already ‘that woman’ was called Jean McConville. She was a mother of ten, who was taken from her home at gun point, tortured, and then executed. By your mates Gerry. Not mine. Your mates. And if you did have anything to do with that: then I really don’t know how you sleep at night. I really don’t.