Stack’s book paints Kevin Mallon, Gerry Adams, Nicky Kehoe, Dessie Ellis, Martin Ferris and Pat Doherty as the massive blight on humanity that they are
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Retired Irish prison warder Austin Stack has recently written an excellent book on the 1983 murder by the Provisional IRA organised crime gang of Brian Stack, his father, who was the chief prison warder of Portlaoise High Security Prison.
Although proponents of the so-called Irish Peace Process argue that such murders are now water under the bridge and that we all must “move on”, Stack repeatedly makes the point that the IRA’s innocent victims like his mother, himself and the rest of their family were not able to move on because, as he finishes the book “it is me and not the man who shot my dad in 1983 who is serving the life sentence” that, had the IRA not been the criminal psychopaths that they are, his life and that of his family would have been much different and infinitely better with his father in it.
Although Stack’s book is, at one level, provincial dealing, as it does, with the nefarious activities of one, notorious organised crime gang in one remote European island, his is a tale with global significance and one that was echoed in POTUS Trump’s recent State of the Union Address when he paid tribute to the families of American law enforcement officers gunned down in the course of their duty and who likewise find it hard to “move on”.
Brian Stack was gunned down when he emerged from a Dublin boxing competition, an irony of sorts as Stack had officiated as a senior boxing and football official in his spare time. Whereas Brian Stack, as his son recounts, had devoted a lot of his spare time into such community activities, his critics spent their time spreading misery.
Although Sinn Féin’s Provisional IRA denied for decades they committed this crime, which even went against their own standing orders, Austin Stack’s persistence eventually made these serial liars reverse course there. Although their propaganda mouth pieces still libel Brian Stack as being a brutal sadist, there is an old saying that, if you cannot do the time, do not do the time. One problem in this regard that the PIRA criminals had is they felt they were a cut above the rest because they extorted money, cooperated with Latin America’s major drug cartels, murdered innocents and raped little children as part of some holier than thou crusade. The Provisional IRA organised crime gang are the best examples of what Orwell means when he said that rebels like them are little more than entitled social climbers with guns.
Although I know PIRA members who got unmerciful beatings in Portlaoise Prison, and I know several of the IRA psychopaths Stack names in his book and can guess at who many of the others are, the bald fact is that those families, who were at the heart of the IRA, had well established ties to criminality even long before 1969 when the Troubles kicked off. Not only is Sinn Féin godfather Gerry Adams one of those reptiles but, at heart, these savages feel entitled to do as they wilt, because they feel life owes them. At heart, they are no different from serial rapists, and I say that as someone, whose stolen ID was discovered, along with that of their other victims, in an IRA arms dump. They are prepared to dupe and use ordinary people like me if that feeds their criminal empire and, in the case of Seán Connolly, who fronted their POW Dept with notorious thief Brendan Golden, rob pregnant women at knife point, when not robbing keepsakes from the mothers of their prisoners, their expendables as these rapacious flotsam call the mugs they got to do their dirty work.
During the early days of the Troubles, to give but one example, they engineered it so that dozens of their Dublin members would be arrested so that they would have the necessary numbers in prison to allow Shergar killer and serial layabout Kevin Mallon be sprung from Mountjoy Prison. As Mallon and his moll were at the centre of several high profile kidnapping cases, just as with the Sopranos or any other similar organised crime gang, so also was there a hierarchy of entitled claimants within Adams’ gang.
Although Adams’ crew claims that the war (sic) came to them, the reality is that they brought the war to countless innocents like Brian Stack and his family. When Stack joined the prison services long before Adams’ gang launched their criminal campaign, it had been a cushy enough, permanent and pensionable job, as Ireland was relatively peaceful, with little or no serious crime.
Although Adams’ crew changed all of that, one of Austin Stack’s strongest contributions is how he paints an excellent before and after family portrait of all of that. Gerry Adams and his fellow bottom feeders destroyed the lives and tempered the modest ambitions of not only the Stack family but of thousands of other Irish and British families and the fact that they are now held in some faux esteem by their Democratic and European Union donors amounts to an ongoing open sore for their victims.
Irrespective of whatever mandate some of them might have accrued, Stack’s book paints Kevin Mallon, Gerry Adams, Nicky Kehoe, Dessie Ellis, Martin Ferris and Pat Doherty as the massive blight on humanity that they are. And, though Stack’s book might not be the alpha and omega of the Irish Troubles, it is a very valuable addition to the literature on the price society pays for entertaining self serving delinquents like Gerry Adams and his sociopathic button men.
