Dear Reader,
Did you watch this interview on Irish TV?
The lighting was dramatic and the scene was set.
Just Mallie and McGuinness. Mano a Mano.
McGuinness upright at the table, in charge, Mallie, crouching, a supplicant, bowed over, looking for titbits from the Master.
Mallie: tell me about your Roman Catholic upbringing and your pious mother. Tell me about your Roman Catholic name. Dilate for as long as you like on the subject of the wrongs suffered by the Bogside [as if the same was not endured by working class Protestants].
Mallie: did you wield a Thompson sub machine gun on Bloody Sunday?
Marty: waffle , then a denial, even that he might have had one on the Saturday.
Mallie: In for the kill. Isn’t ‘repelling’ a euphemism for ‘killing’?
Mallie: most bold of all…How did you feel when you killed your first policeman or soldier? I expected the trap to be sprung. Mallie would quote chapter and verse. Mallie would refer to the works of Clarke and Johnston and Ed Moloney. Mallie the cross-examiner would slowly turn his witness on the spit of acclaimed journalists, not one of whom Marty had ever sued. Mallie would mention Frank Hegarty and his sorrowing mother…..
Mallie would put it to Marty that he had ordered the murders of my parents….
I was tense. My breath was still….
Cue Marty’s statesmanlike/hard man stare. Narrowing of eyes, looking into the middle distance. He said that he was not going to cause a sensation, like make an admission. He went off on his friendship with many Prods.
Mallie had one last trick up his sleeve. What about Adams saying he was never in the ‘Ra?
I believe him, said McGuinness.
The jury sat back and reflected on twenty minutes of exquisite lying, none of which was uncovered by the inquisitor.
Mallie is no Frost.