Somewhere out there , in Ardoyne or West Belfast are men [and/or women] who came to my parents’ house at dead of night and planted a bomb.
Next day my mother, who was a ‘non-combatant,’ received such serious injuries that she died within 36 hours.
Who were these people? How do they feel today, nearly twenty five years on?
What is their reaction when they read of the pardons given to senior commanders? What about the informers, Scap, Donaldson, Gillen etc? All living the good life, in the pay of the British State.
What do they now think , as parents, about PIRA treatment of women and boys?
How do they feel , still living in Andytown, while Gerry has three houses?
Do they feel betrayed? The paradise state of a united Ireland has not been attained.
And what do they remember of a sixty six year old beautiful woman, whose life they took?