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> > >Message from Fionnbarra O’Dochartaigh, >CO-Founder, N of I Civil Rights Assoc., 1967 >Rights.civil@googlemail.com > >Good riddance to Michael McDowell > >Every genuine Irish Republican should to-day raise >their tea-cup, tumbler or pint glass and declare, >“Good Riddance To Michael Mc Dowell”. There has been >little to really celebrate in recent times, but the >news that he became a big-time loser last night in the >General Election in the 26 Cos. makes me feel very >happy reading this morning’s papers. The fact that I >note that in “conceding defeat in Dublin South East he >revealed that he was quitting political life”, makes >me even more jubilant. No doubt many others, at home >and abroad, will have similar feelings as news spreads >of the political death of this Tánaiste, Leader of the >mis-named PDs, and former Minister of ‘In’ Justice. > >Even letters to this man, appealing to his humanity >(not his patriotism-he had none) rarely received the >courtesy of even an acknowledgement. One suspects that >his eyes were blinkered, his ears open only to what he >wanted to hear, but his mouth was always very active, >no doubt in the hope that such would increase his >popularity. Gladly, he was wrong there also, thanks to >the electors of Dublin South East. > >His mis-treatment of political prisoners, including >his deliberate delays imposed on those in England >wishing to be repatriated to be nearer their loved >ones in Ireland, will forever be associated with his >name. He had the cheek to write that he wouldn’t look >at Noel Maguire’s case for twelve months, but in less >than half the time he is out of office, and hurray, >hurray, out of Irish politics. > > > > > > >Fill up once more, we`ll drink a toast to comrades far >away, >No nation on earth can boast of braver hearts than >they, >And though they sleep in dungeons deep, or flee >outlawed and banned >We love them yet, we can’t forget, the Felons of our >Land. >In boyhood’s bloom and manhood’s pride foredoomed by >alien laws, >Some on the scaffold proudly died, for holy Ireland’s >cause, >And brothers say, shall we, today, unmoved by cowards >stand, >While traitors shame and foes defame, the Felons of >our Land. >Some in the convicts dreary cell, have found a living >tomb, >And some unseen untended fell within the dungeon’s >gloom, >But what care we, although it be, trod by a ruffian >band, >God bless the clay where rest today the Felons of our >Land. >Let cowards mock and tyrants frown, ah little do we >care, >A Felon’s cap is the noblest crown an Irish head can >wear >And every Gael in Inishfail, who scorn the serf’s vile >brand, >From Lee to Boyne, would gladly join the Felons of our >Land.

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