Abortion Debate…1983

There is something curious about being a Catholic that means Catholics always seem to be on the wrong side of History. The Crusades, the Reformation, the “Glorious Revolution”, Jacobitism, the French Revolution, Democracy, Feminism.

For “liberal” Catholics there is always a feeling that Catholicism eventually catches up to the Enlightenment. For “traditional” Catholics, there is a perverse joy in being on the wrong side of History. It plays to the narrative that the world is a conflict between GOD and Mammom. Indeed, my involvement…..I would not say “friendship” with modern (sic) Jacobites and “legitimists” is pretty depressing. These people actually believe that Democracy and (especially) Republicanism is a form of Satanism……after all democrats/republicans challenge Kingship in the same way that Lucifer challenged GOD.

Pretty depressing stuff. It would be wrong to think of Catholics as divided between liberalism and traditionalism. Most are somewhere in the middle……and certainly in Ireland over the past ten years, people are making their own accomodation with the Catholic Church regardless of major doctrinal or moral issues.

I am 60 years old……and younger people than me……will be unaware just how powerful/influential liberal Catholicism was in the 1960s and 1970s, a post Vatican II euphoria. This process was put into reverse by the papacy of John Paul II…..ironically an election welcomed by liberals as breaking the “Italian” stranglehold.

In the 1960s the “debate” was really about Contraception. There was a peculiar stand-off where both sides of the debate talked “around” the subject. Traditionalists held it was a sin. Liberals held that it wasnt. So easy enough for any Catholic couple to avoid “confessing ” a non existent sin.

Abortion is different. The liberalisation of British (but not Norn Iron) laws in the 1960s tended to bring it to the fore. A new crisis of conscience.

As is often the case, Drama presents the issue better. “Bill Brand” was a 1970s ITV Drama by Trevor Griffiths.

Bill Brand is an idealistic young left wing MP. He advocated the right to choose. Alas his constituency in South Lancashire was heavily Catholic and “Irish”, traditional labourites who opposed abortion.

In some ways this was a difficult time for the British Labour Party. Its advocacy of abortion lost several thousand Catholic votes in the west of Scotland and the North of England. Of course Catholics and indeed many other Christians were at the forefront of the Labour movement from its earliest days. And there was certainly in the 1970s a feeling that the abortion agenda was being pushed in the Labour Party by cosmopolitan London-based members rather than coal miners, shipbuilders…or their wives.

While this severely damaged the labour Party in England, there was no real problem in Ireland, north and south. Abortion was illegal in the Republic of Ireland Norn Iron. There was of course an Irish solution to an Irish problem. Many young women simply boarded planes to London. Ergo…..no problem.

Which brings me to 1983, the year after we married and later in that year Mrs FJH was heavily pregnant with our first baby. We attended a meeting of a “Catholic” organisation to which we then belonged. And the meeting was given over to a “pro-Life” group (NOT SPUC).

Most people sat in silence. I supposed we felt that it was such a delicate personal issue that it should not be really discussed. It is…nuanced. Is anything ever really absolutely right or absolutely wrong?

During the course of the night, reference was made to campaigns in the Republic of Ireland to make abortion “unconstitutional” and David Alton’s attempt in England to roll back some of the aws governing abortion in England. Alton was a Liberal MP. His Party Leader David Steel had been a prime mover in the legalisation of abortion in 1967.

The debate around Abortion is …divisive and it turns nasty too easily. A dilemna for a Catholic. And certainly fora  “liberal” one.

See heres the thing. David Alton was a Liberal MP…..and a Catholic. Most Catholic MPs who signed up in support of his campaign were Conservative MPs …many ardent Thatcherites like John Biggs Davison and John Stokes who had no serious track record on other “life emhancing issues” like nuclear disarmament, capital punishment or opposing the kinda poverty which can put pressure on families.

And no Catholic Labour MP put their heads above the parapet at all. Running scared of de-selection in many cases.

Yet that night in late summer 1983 is a night I remember well. I dont believe in “single issue” politics. And to the “pro-life” (their word not necessarily mine) the single issue of Abortion trumped all others. Vote for parties which were anti-abortion was the message. An irrelevant one in Norn Iron.

By way of a  handy guide we were told that Sinn Féin (largely new to the political process in 1983) opposed Abortion. DUP (essentially the political wing of Ian Paisley’s Free Presbyterian Church) opposed Abortion. So did the UUP and SDLP. And that the Alliance Party favoured Norn Iron having the same laws as in England. The Alliance Party were the “bad guys”.

Regular readers of this Blog will know my pathological hatred (as it has been described) of the Alliance Party. But I felt singling them out as the bad guys was unfair. After all, Sinn Féin were still at that stage the political wing of the Irish Republican Army…..the UUP and DUP were both nasty and sectarian.

And thats the problem with the Abortion Debate. There is simply no tolerance of “nuance”

 

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Gary McKinnon

Are you convinced?

1 Gary McKinnon admits hacking into seventy odd American computers ten years ago. That is a very bad thing to do. Lots of us have had our computers hacked and its serious stuff.

2 These computers included the US Department of Defence and the Pentagon. This is very bad in American eyes…..quite bad in British eyes…..and kinda amusing in neutral eyes.

3 He claims he was looking for information about Unidentified Flying Objects…..which is probably the best/worst excuse since the loyalist band claimed they were playing Sloop John B.

4 Gary McKinnon is 46 years of age….so ten years ago he was 36. Ahem.

5 For eight years, the American authorities have been trying to extradite Mr McKinnon to face very serious charges in USA. Mr McKinnon has been resisting this.

6 The Daily Mail is on his side. And that could be a problem for a fully paid up “lefty” like myself….but to be fair the Daily Mail was the newspaper which led the cause of the Lawrence family against the racist thugs who killed their son.

7 Gary McKinnon has Aspergers Syndrome. It does not seem to be one of those “Ernest Saunders has incurable dementia” cases. Mr McKinnon has been diagnosed by five doctors. It is genuine. Older folks will recall that Mr Saunders made a full recovery from the illness and was released from prison a short time into his sentence for “insider trading”. While congratulating Mr Saunders on his remarkable recovery, there is always a suspicion that maybe the diagnosis of “incurable dementia” was not quite accurate in the first place. Mr Saunders went on to lead a full and active business life for over twenty years and is still very much alive.

8 I dont like Mr McKinnon. My wife says this is not relevant.

9 USA and Britain have an extradition treaty but it seems to be unbalanced and USA is much more “protective” of its citizens. Not quite sure. Any good British defence counsel likes to portray USA as place where an honest Briton (usually in fraud cases) cannot get a fair trial. This outrages Americans.

10 The “perp walk”……that strange humiliating parade where prisoners in orange boiler suits walk in chains. In Western Europe we are a bit sensitive about that image and not exactly thrilled at sending people into that system.

11 Two weeks ago, five alleged islamist terrorist suspects …including Britons and one who suffers from Aspergers Syndrome…were sent off to USA. The BRitish Home Secretary did not feel it breached their “Human Rights” under European Law.

12 The British Home Secretary has ruled that the Human Rights of Mr McKinnon would be breached if he was sent off to USA. Her fellow Tories cheered this………yet they dont like European Human Rights legislation.

13 Mr McKinnon “WILL” commit suicide if the final ruling goes against him. That seems much more definite than “MIGHT” …….and I am sure that quite a lot of people feel suicidal if a ruling goes against them. Some even try to so do. Some succeed. But in itself a threat of suicide or a risk of suicide does not seem to be enough to affect the ruling. Many people in prisons in USA are on “suicide watch” and rather obviously those who have threatened suicide are watched.

What do we make of it all? A reasonable person might conclude that Mr McKinnon got away with it. But at the very least, I hope he is allowed nowhere near a computer. He is 46 years of age for Gods sake. If he wants to know about UFOs, his mother might want to invest in a box set of Star Trek DVDs.

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Slugger O’Toole: The Magnificent Seven?

Linked.In…..or whatever its called is handy enough. Sometimes its handy to type in a name and see what comes up.

Take the Slugger O’Toole team.

As far as I can gather this seems to be “the team”.

1 Mick Fealty.

2 Paul Evans. English and as I recall former advisor to a Labour MEP. He was previously a regular on Slugger and a bit snippy (at least with me) but I tend to bring out the worst in people.

3 Quintin Oliver . awww you guessed that one. Nuff said. Advisor on Norn Iron matters to the Joseph Rowntree Foundation (based in York) since 2010. Top man in Stratagem.

4 Trevor Ringland. A leading man in Platform for Change (a lets get alongerist forum). Ex Rugby international. A very genuine person. Previously stood for UUP-Conservatives in East Belfast (East Belfast 2010) and now a member of the Conservative Party.

5 David Steven…..co-writer with Mick Fealty and Trevor Ringland of The Future of Unionism…….a paper published by you guessed it……the Joseph Rowntree Foundation.

6 Richard Delevan….seems to a former journalist now in PR and seemingly based in London.

7 Abigail Davis…..appears to be on the staff of ……..Joseph Rowntree Foundation.

The Joseph Rowntree Foundation based in York…..that chocolate money, innocent money, Quaker money.

Of course the Joseph Rowntree Foundation has no connexion to that Joseph Rowntree Reform Trust which is also based in York. The latter donated £97,000 to the Alliance Party since 2007.

IMPORTANT EDIT…..I would direct readers to the comment from Mick Fealty who takes issue with me on the accuracy of this post. As I stated “as far as I can gather this is the (Slugger) team”. My source being Mr Fealty’s LinkedIn profile. Turns out Mick Fealty does not update his profile. Actually my Facebook profile says that I am “single” but in fact I have been married since 1982. I just havent got round to updating the profile that I set up on Facebook in 1974.

I am however happy to point out that Mick Fealtys “Slugger Team 2002-present” includes an abigail Davis who was in fact inly involved in web design in Sluggers early days. She is NOT the Abigail Davis who works for the Rowntree Foundation. Glad we got that sorted out.

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Ulster Tittle Tattler

So I am just home from the dentist…….with a tooth in a little envelope so that my grandsons can put it under their pillow at the weekend.

I suppose it will hurt like hell later on today. But so far the worst thing has been reading three editions of the Ulster Tatler in the dentists waiting room.

Sometimes I think I must be the only person in Norn Iron who has not had a photograph at some kinda charity affair or opening of a new hairdressing salon. Although I look surprisingly raffish in tuxedo and (occasionally) kilt……I am not really a social butterfly.

But I noticed that Basil McCrea MLA, “Lord” Rana, Professor Deirdre Heenan and Mark Carruthers were featured more often than Kate Middleton in “OK” magazine.

There is a kinda “overclass” where university professors, local politicians, business people, media people, banking executives and even senior members of PSNI have endless opportunities to mingle and network. And…….worse……..I dont appear to be one of them.

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Mind Your Language

Over on his own site, Bangor Dub has blogged about the Irish Language. And just a few minutes ago, I note that Mick Fealty has published a sensible blog on the same subject. Both are I think in some way inspired by the weekend conference where Progressive Unionist Party members were signing up to classes in the East Belfast Mission.

I am just not sure about all this. The older I get……the less I like things. ANY thing.

I knew very little about the Irish language prior to going to a Christian Brothers Grammar School at 11 years old. Up to then I associated it with the Primary 3 teacher who played the fiddle at feiseanna and a priest who always said the Our Father in Irish. But more likely I associated it with the artsy middle gaed men at an Ard Scoil……the run down building across the road from school. And I suppose some of them had the faint whiff of 1940-1950s cordite about them.

Really nothing between 1963 and 1968 (O level grade 3 since you ask) endeared me to the Irish Language. Indeed I spent a fretful summer wondering if I might be compelled to take Irish at “A” level as the third choice would be among four Grade 3s. I need not have fretted.

So take Ballaghaderreen in County Roscommon in the second half of the nineteenth century. Apparently on a market day…..Douglas Hyde, part of the local landlord/Church of Ireland set…….heard a young lad speaking English on market day. And Hyde (who had gone native……..and was an insufferable bore) chided the young lad “why arent you speaking Irish”……..to which the young lad replied “shure isnt it Irish Im speaking”.

This is the standard anecdote which Gaelic language students are told on the first day after they sign up to classes. The lesson is…….SUPPOSED to be that by the mid-nineteenth century the English language had encroached so far into rural and western Ireland that even Irish people accepted it as the “Irish” language. The lesson I take is quite different………Aristocratic Gentry 0 Irish Peasant Boy 1. Yes Im kinda on the side of the young lad.

There is a certain confusion. When speaking of languages ….we refer in English………to English and Irish. Which are of course the same words we use for Irish and English nationality. Yet when we refer to languages in Irish…..we speak of Béarla and Gaelige……..which are quite distinct from the nationalities of Sassenach and Éireannach. Thats a nuance that is lost in translation so to speak.

Irish/Gaelic…..is deemed to be the First National Language of Ireland. I hold it to be the First National Hypocrisy. There has been little meaningful progress at establishing this as a reality. And it is likely to be made even more difficult by the number of people from Poland, Czech Republic, Nigeria etc settling in Ireland.

Of course the Irish language was a key motivating factor in the Irish Republican movement. But really it has not made much advance beyond the political, academic and cultural classes in Dublin and the native speakers in Gaeltachts in Donegal, Kerry, Galway-Mayo and smaller areas in Waterford, Meath and Cork. And of course the North of Ireland where a legacy of the Troubles has been an interest in the language……many learned it in prison or Long Kesh. Certainly in the 1970s and 1980s, it was a marker of Republicanism.

For myself I hold that the reality is that there are TWO Irish languages and it is elitist and simply wrong to place one above the other. Certainly in the 1970s, the Irish language became associated with (militant) Irish nationalism/republicanism. By any definition……Nationalism seeks to emphasise the difference or unique nature of a “nationality”……..geography, history, culture, folklore…….language.

The association with IRA types was a turn-off …for me in the 1970s. Possibly less so in the 1980s….when (arguably) the worst of the Troubles was over and we started a family. We could not get our first child into a (English speaking) nursery and we were slightly wary of the implication of choosing an Irish-language nursery. But a 3 year old chld NEEDS a nursery………and #1 son thrived there.

Those of us who are parents know the proud feeling of occasionally taking a half-day off just to pick a child up from school. And I vividly recall standing alonside another guy who was going to pick up his daughter. Exchanged a few words before I apologised for my limited “Irish”. He laughed it off good naturedly……..”Tá Jailic agam”……………he had learned his Irish in Long Kesh.

OK …..let us reflect on this. My son was at an Irish language nursery/kindergarten. He was indeed thriving there. But I should not have been in any way surprised that other families would have……let us say……militantly republican credentials.

So………I recall 8th December 1987……..and a meeting where we were interviewed by a panel to decide on whether to allow our son into an Irish language primary school. Our son answered the questions they put to him, even telling the panel in too great detail a rather long list of the presents he was expecting from Dáidí na Nollaig.

Yet there was something uncomfortable about it. We were under scrutiny. As I recall we were told that the Dept of Education paid full costs but we were “expected” to make a contribution of around £100 per annum. More so …….we would be expected to raise funds by rattling collection tins in the city centre. Now both Mrs FitzjamesHorse and myself were in the kind of employment where we might encounter people who would find this unpalatable…….given the perceived associations of the Irish language.

It was also put to us that parental contribution and fundraising was voluntary and once our son was enrolled, he could not be dismissed for any action/inaction on our part……….BUT……….it might mean that siblings were not accepted. Hmmm.

The kindest interpretation was that sending a child to be taught thru the medium of Irish……..at least in 1987/88 required a degree of commitment which we could not give. Yet it seemed wrong to take our child away from a medium in which he was thriving. On the drive home it was Mrs FJH……..probably more committed that I was ……..who pointed out something which I had not even noticed. The interviewing panel (other parents) were all MEN. That made her uncomfortable. So ended our experiment in “Irish” language education.

Yet somehow the experience of the nursery school and the growing legacy of the Troubles………..we were all radicalised into being more overtly Irish…..stimulated me into attended classes on an occasional basis for the best part of fifteen years. I can seemingly only reach a certain level. Fluency is about understanding the nuance of a word……….and if I was trying to really make myself understood in a nuanced debate…….well Irish is of little use. On the other hand I do have the confidence to order a meal in Irish.

Of course there was always the 1990s difficulty of visiting an Cultúrlann in Belfast and seeing clusters of Sinn Féin members sitting around having a wee cup of tea. Yet a think this was actually the high point of Sinn Féin involvement. The seeds planted by “artsy” people in the 1960s and grown by republicans in the 1960s,1970s, 1980s, 1990s has been harvested by a broader base………..the language has returned to its  home in Academia or Culture ……sanitised perhaps and (arguably) producing a new elite ……different from the Sinn Féin elite.

A few years ago Mrs FJH and I were passing thru County Roscommon and stopped in Ballaghaderreen. I wanted to stop off at Frenchpark….the old parish church there is a small museum in honour of Douglas Hyde. But the roadsign in Ballaghaderreen was confusing so I asked a passer-by for directions. Alas he could not understand me….he was from Eastern Europe. So I went into a shop for two ice creams and directions. And the young lady was very helpful. She was from Ukraine.

I hope the Douglas Hyde and the “Boy in Ballaghaderreen Market” see the funny side.

Yet I cannot bring myself to offer more than two cheers (rather than the regulation three cheers) at the news that PUP members are signing up to Irish language classes in East Belfast. The Gaelic language…………and bitching about it………….is fundamental to being Irish………..and rather than strengthening Irish identity, this actually weakens it.

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It’s Poppy Season

Poppy Season is a bit like the Christmas Season. It seems to start earlier every year. I saw my first one of 2012 in Portadown just after I got off the Dublin train.

I personally have no problem with people wearing a poppy. Nor should anyone. And nobody should have a problem with me not wearing one.

This is of course a special time in the Year of the Internet Blogger. Over on another website, old templates for threads will be dusted off.

By next week we might expect the first outbreak of whataboutery.

Some shop manager is going to tell some shop assistant that she cant wear a poppy and she is going to run off to some DUP MLA who will be demanding some action be taken. Or some other worker is going to be told that she has to wear a poppy and we can read all about it the Andytown News.

And pointless posts on a website.

Why not just use last years posts and comments and save us all time?

But thats what I love about Norn Iron. Consistency.

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The Quintin and Parsley Show

Good to see Ian Parsley (current and occasional member of the Alliance Party) praise an article by Quintin Oliver…….the “Agent for Change” who is the top man in Stratagem, the PR guru.

Now have I ever mentioned that Stratagem are influential on a weblog called Slugger O’Toole? Have I ever mentioned that Quintin Oliver is an advisor to those lovable Rowntree people? Have I ever mentioned that Rowntree have put £97,000 into the Alliance Party since 2007…….a Party of which Mr Parsley (a “politician, business man and linguist” according to wikipedia) is currently a member? Have I ever mentioned a Slugger Digital Lunch where the peerless Quintin expresses some surprise that anyone could doubt “innocent money……..chocolate money……….Quaker money”?

Oh……….I have mentioned it before. Sorry.

But youve got to admit that it is slightly comical. What’s Parsley up to? Not much. I personally cant see any circumstances where he will ever be selected to stand for the Alliance Party. Unless he volunteers his services in Mid Ulster in January next year.

 

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Savile Row

Has anyone else noticed that last week News Channels were routinely referring to “Sir Jimmy Savile” and this week they are merely referring to “Savile”? Indeed even the officer heading the police inquiry seems to have informally stripped Jimmy Savile of that knighthood.

While I tend to believe that Savile was indeed as bad as has been claimed, there seems to be a rush to judgement in the media itself. What people say in private conversation while having a “wee cup of tea” with family members or a “water cooler conversation” with colleagues is one thing……but the discourse on TV News channels and in newspapers should be different……better.

“It Was Good While It Lasted” was the inscription on Savile’s headstone in a Scarborough graveyard. He died last year. The headstone unveiled last month. And at midnight last night, it was demolished at the request of his own family. To protect the dignity of the graveyard itself…..a plaque on the house in which he lived in Scarborough had already been vandalised.

It seems a shame……and an irony…that Savile’s celebrity (and allegedly influence) protected him from being prosecuted during his lifetime. And that same celebrity has worked against him after his death.

A thought here……. I always preferred Jimmy Savile on the radio….just playing records. And I liked him on Top Of The Pops. But the whole Jim’ll Fix It persona……I found that hard to take. It seemed like a parody, as if he was impersonating himself as much as Mike Yarwood was impersonating him.

‘ows about that then, guys and gals?

I dont know. He just seemed as my Auntie Sheila would have put it……..too sweet to be wholesome. Not necessarily with children but the fawning creepiness around his guest stars, the self-publicist raising millions for charity and staying weekends with Margaret Thatcher at Chequers.

In truth he had already been “dead” for twenty years. Being off screen is in fact Death for a Celebrity. Maybe he was just old hat. Maybe his eccentricity had started to appear downright mad….or maybe producers had heard the rumours.

Paul Gambaccini is still more right than anyone else. There was that 25-year window between Rock ‘n’ Roll and AIDS where eveything was allowed. Everybody had their thing. And as the newspaper reviewers said on Sky News last night….we live in a better moral climate now. Not too sure about that one.

But what do we make of Esther Rantzen? My father never liked her. She had been a fawning presence on “The Braden Beat”, just about the first consumer affairs programme on TV (1960s) and went on to host the same show when Bernard Braden was sacked by the BBC. There was frankly little about the young Esther to suggest she would be climbing thru the ranks of the BBC….marrying producer Desmond Wilcox along the way…..to becoming the most powerful woman on British Television.

Of course she went on to found the Childline Charity which for about two decades has been helping children deal with abuse.

So last year Savile died. And Esther Rantzen appeared on the TV News to pay tribute to her old friend Jimmy. And last week we saw Esther shed a tear or two as she watched the documentary which exposed Savile as a paedophile. Yes she said……..she had “heard the rumours” while he was still alive.

Somehow the excuse that Esther Rantzen puts forward……that she was a woman in a male orientated culture at the BBC……..somehow that just doesnt ring true. Esther Rantzen has never been “just a woman”.

Nor has Janet Street Porter been “just a woman”. She also heard the rumours. And she achnowledges that she saw inappropriate behaviour at the Beeb (not involving Savile) but she also did not voice her concerns.

Interestingly while channel-surfing last week and came actoss “Loose Women” on which Street-Porter was a panellist. American readers will know the format from “The View”. So. Janet tells her audience of her helplessness and ……….somehow that just doesnt ring true. She even brings up her own experience of being ten years old and being molested by her  hairdresser.

Just thirty six hours later, Janet was a panelist on another “show”………”Question Time” and went into the same spiel. The audience was less tolerant. A “helpless” Janet Streer-Porter just doesnt ring true. Significantly her critic was a “woman”.

Indeed, I note that Mrs FitzjamesHorse is rather intolerant of Esther Rantzen and Janet Street-Porter. Mrs FJH takes the view that their careers prospered at the Beeb.

Of course the catalogue of misery which we have seen over the past ten days or so continues. The archive footage of Savile which appeared benighn…….now seems sinister. We seem to be looking into his eyes ….the window to the soul…and there seems to be a story there……….almost as much as the archive footage of Brendan Smyth becomes more distasteful at every showing.

Did BBC producers have the opportunity to investigate him decades ago? Or the police? Or the National Health Service. Were young women patients really told to pretend to be asleep when he did “ward rounds” at Stoke Mandeville? Did he really havea  key so that he could wander round the corridors of a facility for the criminally insane?

It beggars belief.

The law of averages is such that a small percentage of those coming forward will not be telling the truth. And the law of averages is such that a greater percentage of (then) young women will not come forward. It is just……sordid.

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When Does History Actually Begin?

Without going all creationist and Nelson McCausland….I ask the question “When Does History Actually Begin”. In some ways this is related to a paper which I am preparing for some seminars in February 2013. The context is of course Norn Iron……..in my lifetime.

Of course nobody like me who was almost 14 years old when John Scullion was murdered (the first victim in David McKittericks “Lost Lives”) in 1966 at Clonard really understood that we were about to witness History up close and personal.

That within ten years….. some of our friends and neighbours would be killed. Or even that some of our friends and neighbours would be killers.

A glib answer to the question above is that History begins on the day before I was born. That in some way everything that happened before I was born is History. And everything that has happened during my lifetime is Current Affairs. But even then …that is not quite right.

Realistically History begins the day before I became “aware” of what was happening around me…the significance of living in a small terraced house with outside toilet in West Belfast, the significance of passing the 11plus and going to Grammar School. The first killings in 1966…..the lull until all Hell breaking lose in 1969.

Somewhere around 1963…..there is…….for me……a dividing line between History and Current Affairs. Somehow the years 1952 to 1963 seem “foggy”….anecdotes and unlinked remembrances. Of course this does not mean that I cannot read books or watch documentaries for the period after 1963…..indeed it is useful to put episodes from my life into a more general context.

And that period 1952 to 1963 fascinates me.

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Love Me Do…The Beatles

Increasingly BBC 4 seems to be the home of Popular History. (They also have a good line in dramatised versions of the lives of people from popular culture……….such as tonights dramatised version of the life of Kenny Everett).

But Love Me Do…….a documentary……telling the story of the Beatles in 1962 against the background of what was happening in the World (we were on the brink of a nuclear war over Cuban missisles) and in Britain (the mass availaability of the Birth Control Pill in August 1962) or just social conditions …slum housing in and the dream of a council house outside the Centre of City Centres…..resonates as much in Belfast as in Liverpool. Or the fact that Brian Epstein, the Beatles manager was a homosexual….much blackmailed at a time when it was illegal in Britain.

It was also good in telling the story of the Beatles in that seminal year. Returned from Hamburg in Germany, Epstein the manager in a department store (NEMS owned by his family) prided himself that he could obtain any record, no matter how obscure as requested by his customers.

So he found the record “My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean” by Tony Sheridan and the Beatles, recorded in Germany. He sets out to see the Beatles in Liverpools Cavern Club. Is impressed by the noise, music and humour of the Beatles.

Epstein fails to get the Beatles a recording contract with Decca. They had turned up late and hungover and play miserably. They do however fare better at EMI and are signed to Parlophone. But the drummer Pete Best does not impress on the recording of “Love Me Do”. He is sacked by Epstein, John Lennon and Paul McCartney………and another drummer is signed……Ringo Starr. And ironically he does not impress either. The drummer on “Love Me Do” is actually a session musician called Andy White. Ringo merely plays tambourine.

Epstein who may know little about music knows enough about business to know how the Charts works. He orders 10,000 copies of “Love Me Do” which sit in his stock room in Liverpool while the record rises to #17 in the British Charts.

And so the Beatles were established…1962.

Of course 1963 was their breakthru year. And I was ten/eleven years old when “Please Please Me”, “From Me To You” and “She Loves You” took the Pop World by storm. Indeed the Grammar School Years 11-18 (1963 to 1970) are actually the Beatles Years. And even then there is three distinct periods in Beatle Music……..the early “pop” years are my 11-14 years. I was 15 when “Sgt Peeppers Lonely Hearts Club Band” was issued in the Summer of Love (1967) and I was an A Level student at the tired fag end of Beatles creativity. Let It be……as they say.

A few nights ago, BBC4 also showed a documentary about the British Pop Invasion of USA in the early 1960s…….the Beatles, the Animals, the Rolling Stones, the Hollies, Herman’s Hermits and the rest. The teen mania at airports……the reaction of young English men to western USA…….a place they had only seen in the movies and of course to the Deep South which they had only seen on TV News.

A grainy conversation between Peter Noone (Herman in the Hermits) with Graham Nash (from fellow Manchester group the Hollies) shows up the different reaction. Peter Noone was essentially an entertainer who was skeptical about pop musicians having any influence in the world while Graham Nash was heavily involved in the politics of Pop/Rock.

It was suggested it was a difference between getting drunk…….and getting high.

Going back to the Beatles, I was just a year too young to really appreciate “Love Me Do”. Certainly in and around 1963, I was aware that they had made an earlier “unsuccessful” record and of course there wasa lot to be read about the Beatles “back story” (the Pete Best sacking) and Hamburg (but the nature of the Clubs…..drugs, women, that they had encountered in the Red Light District was airbrushed from the early 1960s narrative). They were cheeky chappies…..the Fab Four from Liverpool.

In the early-mid 1960s there were three hundred “pop” groups in Liverpool. The Merseybeats, the Fourmost, Gerry and the Pacemakers, Freddie and the Dreamers, Billy J Kramer and the Dakotas, the Swinging Blue Jeans among them. Brian Epstein managed several and they all had modest or great success.

One of the contributors tonight summed it up. Liverpool is an ordinary place. Growing up in the 1950s or living thru the Merseybeat………nobody really in that city had any real idea that Liverpool would have a world wide influence or reputation.

And curiously thats how I feel about living in the 1960s in Belfast. Or indeed the 1970s. I had no idea that in some way I was part of something………historic.

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