For as long as I can remember Saint Gerry of West Belfast has insisted that he was a peace loving politician leading up Sinn Fein. You and I have known that this was a lie and that the blood soaked old murderer was also in the IRA. The liberal British and American media, and the Republican movement, has been complicity in allowing the bearded monster to pedal the man of peace lie. But a fellow high profile Fenian has let the cat out of the bag and now provided proof that Adams was indeed an IRA man.
The most excellent Broken Elbow blog takes up the tale of "Brownie"
Let this be a warning to you all. You should always read what Danny Morrison writes, even though, as those of you who have perused the pages of 'West Belfast' know to your cost, it might seem like an awful lot to ask.
Thanks to C.D.C. Armstrong writing in today's News Letter for pointing out something which passed by everyone else, buried not too deeply in a piece Danny Morrison wrote in The Irish Times on February 9th to coincide with Gerry Adams' 'retirement' as leader of Sinn Fein.
Here it is:
"I have known Gerry Adams 46 years. In 1975, as editor of Republican News, I asked him would he write a weekly column from Long Kesh, which he did under the pen man Brownie."
The significance of this lies in an article written by 'Brownie' and published in the Danny Morrison-edited Republican News back in May 1976, part of which reads as follows:
"Rightly or wrongly, I’m an IRA volunteer and rightly or wrongly, I take a course of action as a means of bringing about a situation in which I believe the people of my country will prosper."
To put it mildly that flies in the face of all the denials emanating from Adams and Morrison back in the 1990's that Brownie was Adams and that this quote amounted to an admission of IRA membership by the SF padrone.
Ends
Gerry Adams is exposed not only as a man who has been lying about his CV for decades but as a terrorist, a man with blood on his hands. The day that he heads off to hell for a reunion with his old pal Martin McGuinness, the Butcher of Londonderry, is not one that will see me shedding any tears.