The Shame of Ireland
Sorry I've not been on here for some considerable time. I'm still fighting the results of stomach cancer. It's a whole new lifestyle living with out a stomach: completely removed due to cancer. As if life was not challenging enough I've now got double vision! I've had two falls over the Christmas and New Year once when out on my morning run and just when I recovered I fell over on to the edge of a table and injured my arm and below my rib cage when putting on my tracksuit bottom.
Presently I'm writing my life story as I've just now got most of the information about the parents and family I was denied contact with from the age of two. To some it may appear strange that I've waited till now at age 84 and a half to tell my complete story. The problem was when I left Ireland as a seventeen year old to join the RAF I just wanted to forget the fourteen years I spent in Industrial Schools from age two to sixteen. Luckily I managed to scrape past the entrance exam and became a 'messing orderly.' As I had no home in Ireland to go on leave to I spent my time off in YMCAs and bed and breakfasts through the UK. In those days there were signs outside pubs and lodgings: 'No dogs or Irish'.
My story is amazing enough in that I married a young girl from a coalmining town in Co. Durham. She worked in a clothing factory from the age of fourteen. By the time I left the RAF I was teaching logistics to students with good educational Qualifications. When I left the forces I was employed by BAC as a Speciality Training Supervisor. I took a year out of work due to the sudden loss of our 15 year old daughter. (killed by careless driver). My final job was as a Site Superintendent with Lockheed International. I retired at age 54 as I had achieved all the goals I promised my wife. In addition to my work I managed to win national title at sport and compete at international level.
Sadly my wife developed Alzheimer's and I chose to care fro her on my own in my own way till she passed away. As one expert remarked: "You proved us all wrong."
Now I'm having problems with coming to terms the way the parents and family were treated by the Irish Catholic State. The parents marriage was doomed from the start. He was Protestant and she Catholic and to make thing worse he married he when he learned she was pregnant. She was 24 and he 19! There are so many lies and inaccuracies contained in the official records relating to both my case and that of a sister I never knew existed, it's difficult to know whether to laugh or cry. In the final analysis all the evidence proves beyond a shadow of doubt I was wrongly convicted.
Had I had this evidence some years ago I would have taken legal action against the authorities. It is an iron clad open and shut case. Sorry for such a long post, but I feel the better for posting it.