The softly-softly approach to far-right threat must end now

When I was a young lad, there was a guy who often passed by close to our house at night on his way home from the pub. I thought he was an old man at the time, but he was probably only in his fifties. He would stop at the corner of our terrace before tackling the next stage of his journey and with nobody else in sight he would launch into a tirade of abuse.

This involved lots of cursing and swearing but I’m not sure if anyone knew exactly who it was aimed at. Or even if there was meant to be someone on the receiving end. It may have been intended for the community as a whole.

The outbursts never made any sense to me. I couldn’t understand a word except for the expletives and maybe they didn’t even make much sense to himself. He was a peculiar character. A quiet man by day who lived on his own and whenever I met him, which was always during the daytime, he would say hello.

This was back in the sixties and maybe if he had been born in the modern era he may have been diagnosed as being on the spectrum and with some of the care that’s available today, he might have turned out differently. He wasn’t the only one. There was always a character like that in the town as I suppose there was in every locality. Usually classed as odd but harmless.

Shouting obscenities at the world was as daft as howling at the moon but it was tolerated as long as nobody was offended. I worked in a locality back in the eighties and I can remember a similar character whose antics sometimes overstepped the mark of what was acceptable and when they amounted to a breach of the peace, he ended up in the garda station.

Generally speaking, these people were harmless but that’s changing now. Public expressions of anger and intolerance have reached new levels, the likes of which I have never experienced. The worrying part is that much of it seems to be going unchallenged.

There was video footage shared on social media recently of Leo Varadkar sitting outside a café in the sunshine minding his own business. A male and a female voice could be heard shouting at him from a car which had stopped nearby. The vitriol that spewed from those people was outrageous. They directed disgusting comments from the top of their voices at Varadkar and were so proud of their actions that they recorded the incident and uploaded it to social media for all to see.

Another clip doing the rounds showed a guy who turned up for work in Newtownmountkennedy at a site earmarked to accommodate international protection applicants. He was met by a small group of protesters but one guy in particular lost the plot completely. He was hyper aggressive, insulting, threatening and abusive and looked as if he was close to lashing out.

What surprised me, apart from the small-man antics, was that nobody else present made any attempt to calm this character down. They were passively supporting him which emboldened him even further which probably sums up in a nutshell where Irish society is today in relation to these far-right activists.

They’re bad news, we know that, but we’re standing back, reluctant to tackle them in case we inflame the situation and further their cause.

It’s time to stand against these people but the lead must be taken by An Garda Siochana. They are the lawful arm of the State, but they are hesitant. Speaking in Dublin Castle recently, Commissioner Harris said that the Gardaí are taking a ‘long-term view’ on the far-right.

“There’s two bits of their playbook that we can see that they want to achieve.” he said. “One, they want to act on local fears, local concerns and, in effect, gather up a crowd. They’ve been successful on occasion and other occasions they’ve been completely refuted. The other piece, and it’s a classic part of their playbook, is an over-response by the authorities of the State, i.e. An Garda Síochána. We are not going to fall into that trap.”

We’re all familiar with the far-right tactics. They stick camera phones into the faces of the gardai while screaming obscenities and aggressively pushing the boundaries of public order, hoping for a response.

At the mere hint of a finger on one of the agitators there is a dramatic tumble to the ground accompanied by screams of police brutality for added effect. The videos are then uploaded to social media as examples of police violence and used to recruit more misguided souls.

They are becoming more aggressive and more emboldened as recent attacks on the homes of politicians have demonstrated. They wrap themselves in the tricolour and claim to be patriots justifying their behaviour as defenders of the State.

It’s time for change. The softly, softly approach isn’t working. The argument that it prevents escalation of unrest and reduces the possibility of propaganda videos doesn’t hold water. These people are running rough shod over the authority of the State and it’s time they were dealt with using whatever force is necessary to achieve that end and bring them before the courts to face justice.

Commissioner Harris is concerned about “an over response by the authorities of the State” and how that might be perceived. But as long as the response is lawful and proportionate what’s the problem?

Ireland is changing. There is an element in society now intent on causing disruption. They have no boundaries, no respect, and they’re full of hate. They’re growing in number too. There is plenty of legislation available to deal with them, all that’s required now is the backbone to use it.

Imagine waking up to find pirates raiding your village…

Baltimore promotes itself as a village of some 400 permanent inhabitants whose numbers are swelled by visitors in the summer months. It lies about 60 miles west of Cork city in the region known as West Cork, one of the most beautiful parts of Ireland and the final stop on the 2,500 km (1,500 mile) Wild Atlantic Way.

The climate is mild thanks to the nearby Atlantic and the influence of the Gulf Stream. Baltimore’s large natural harbour is formed partly by islands of the archipelago known as Carbery’s Hundred Isles and around the pier, charter boats and pleasure craft jostle with fishing vessels and ferries serving the main islands.

The oldest part of the village with its castle and rows of fishermen’s cottages is spread along the eastern shore of the harbour. At its heart is the village ‘Square’ around which are clustered bars and restaurants looking west over sea and islands towards the ‘Land’s End’ of Ireland, Mizen Head.

Sounds idyllic. A nice place to visit or maybe even a place to spend some time for a holiday with the family…or would it? Would you be safe sitting outside the local pub with your pint admiring the view of the harbour or could your kids be hauled off by some marauding pirates to a foreign land, never to be seen again? “That’s impossible,” you say but can you be certain? Afterall, it happened before.

Granted, it was some time ago, 1631 in fact when much of the local population was carried off by pirates, during an event known as the Sack of Baltimore. I can’t believe I’m only finding out about this now. I bought a book by Des Ekin,- The Stolen Village: Baltimore and the Barbary Pirates- and after talking to a few buddies about it, it seems that I’m the last person to hear about this amazing story.

Barbary pirates from North Africa led by a Dutch captain-turned pirate, known as Murad Reis the Younger raided Baltimore. The attack was quick and unexpected with the inhabitants taken completely by surprise. More than 200 armed pirates landed in the Cove, torching the thatched roofs of the houses and carried off with them ‘young and old out of their beds’.

It started on 19 June 1631 when the raiders gathered off the Old Head of Kinsale. They had already captured two fishing-boats from Dungarvan, one captained by John Hackett, the other by Thomas Carew, both containing five-man crews. The two twelve-ton boats, now manned by pirates, joined the little flotilla, which continued westward.

Aboard the lead vessel Captain Morat Rais, a Dutchman with extensive experience in the North Sea, demanded that Hackett pilot them into Kinsale. Perhaps aware of the presence of the Fifth Lion’s Whelp, under the command of Captain Hooke of the Royal Navy, in the harbour, Hackett allegedly persuaded Rais to continue on to Baltimore.

About 10 o’clock on the night of 19th June, the ships anchored east of the mouth of Baltimore harbour. At 2am on the morning of 20th, some 230 men, armed with muskets, landed at the Cove. Quickly and silently spreading out, they divided up and waited at the doors of the 26 cottages along the shoreline.

At a given signal, brandishing iron bars to break the doors and firebrands to torch the buildings, they launched a simultaneous attack on the sleeping inhabitants. The terror of the population can only be imagined as they were dragged from their beds by strange men speaking a foreign language.

The marauders entered 40 houses, rifled 37 of them and captured more victims. William Harris was disturbed by the noise and quickly established what was happening. He grabbed his musket and ran to a wooded area from where he fired shots into the air to alert the remainder of the villagers. Another of the inhabitants grabbed his drum, ran to join Harris and began beating the drum.

Rais realised that the element of surprise had been lost and he thought soldiers were on the way to challenge them. The pirates retreated quickly to the Cove and returned to their anchored ships.  They had captured twenty men, 33 women and 54 children and youths, to add to the crews of the Dartmouth ship and the Dungarvan fishing-boats.

That was the end of the raid but by then more than 100 men, women and children had been taken from the coves of West Cork and forced into slavery. Some were destined to live out their days as galley slaves, which was often a brutal and short life. They would be starved and beaten by slave drivers and forced to work half naked as they powered the ship to their own doom.

They were sometimes worked until they dropped dead at which point their bodies were dumped into the sea. The destination was a huge slave market in Algiers, where white European slaves were highly sought after.

Most women were put to work as domestic slaves while others became concubines of the Ottoman Sultan in Constantinople. Many of the younger women would spend long years in the seclusion of the Sultan’s harem or within the walls of the Sultan’s palace as labourers.

In his book, Ekin explained that some of the female slaves converted to Islam and got married. They would have had a relatively pleasant life, living with their husbands and families in Algiers, which was a civilised city for the era. A decade and a half after the slaves had been captured, the British government paid their ransom and planned to bring them home.

An envoy was sent to Algiers to repay the slave owners the money they spent at the slave market. However, only two out of the 105 slaves wanted to return home. The rest were happy to stay.