Today Glenn took us on a tour of Belfast.
It was, in a word, unusual. You know how when you visit a friend, they take you around and show off some of the highlights of where they live? "This clock tower was built by the Duke of Gloucester in 1605" or "This canal was designed by Thomas Telford in 1899" or "This is where I met my husband/wife back in the summer of '76 ..."
Well, this was like that, except with bloodshed, destruction, hunger strikers, snipers, bombs, rockets, and policemen hauled out of their cars and beaten to death. Just your average hometown tour.
Glenn has spent the last 25 years as a Belfast police officer. Whenever the Troubles flared up, he was right in the middle of it all. He's seen the very worst that humanity can offer - kneecappings, murder, mayhem, terror, and much much worse.
The perfect guide on a grey Belfast afternoon.
"See that intersection just down there? That's where the Catholic and Protestant neighbourhoods intersect. We call that a flashpoint. When the trouble would start, that's where things would heat up first."
"Here, where the wall gets tall, see that? Back in 1988, two soldiers drove into the middle of an IRA funeral. This is where they got pulled out of their car and beaten by the crowd."
"This is the police station. See how the windows are all framed by chicken wire? That's to deflect the rocket fire ..."
"Yeah, this mural? That character in the arms of Jesus is Bobby Sands, the hunger striker. See below - "You can kill the revolutionary but you can't kill the revolution" ..."
It was fascinating. In two hours I learned more about what happened in Northern Ireland during the "Troubles" than I'd learned by reading newspapers and watching documentaries for decades. Glenn's point of view was distinctly based in the world of law and order, to be sure. But he seemed to hate Protestant thugs every bit as much as Catholic.
I saw the Shankill Road. The Protestant tenements. The Catholic row hourses. The places in Belfast where police erected 25 foot fences to discourage rock throwing between neighbouring streets. Pubs where IRA leaders were gunned down. Houses where Ulster Loyalists were hacked to pieces with an axe. Streets where they found the bodies of star-crossed lovers, one a Prod, one a Catholic.
"That tenement on the corner, see that? Aye, that was where I was on Christmas morning in 1984, taking evidence from a crime scene where an IRA informer was chopped up with a hatchet. God, that was a dirty one. The duty officer, letting us all out and in the front door, found a half bottle of whiskey in the cupboard and by the time I got there had sucked down half of it. When I asked him what the fuck he was after doin', he pointed to the corpse and said "Fuck 'im. Sure an' he ain't gonna be drinkin' it now, is he?" He offered us a drink. We took it. He was right."
In a way, it was morbid, and you can see why the Northern Ireland Tourism Board is less than enthusiastic about the "Black Cab" tours, where visitors are escorted around some of the most gory sites of the Troubles.
But damn, it was fascinating. Today I learned why so many Belfast neighbourhoods have giant letters H pinned high on trees (first prize to the first explanation below!); why hunger strikers in Ireland are usually portrayed in their underwear (ditto); and a hundred other factoids that may or may not come in handy one day.
When the tour was done, I felt sad for what had happened and - sort of - hopeful for the future. Belfast still has immense problems with poverty, which translates directly into sectarian violence, but gradually the angry, defiant wall murals are being replaced by messages of peace.
But there are, and will always be, reminders of The Troubles. And that's fit and proper. Those who do not remember history are doomed to repeat it. And that seems more tragic than a just God would allow.

The Troubles, such an understatement. So sad when there's so much bloodshed. I know there are longstanding and deepseated problems there but why did there have to be so much killing? Thanks for the insight.
Posted by: Squirl | March 07, 2006 at 10:16 PM
Wow. Just...wow. How devastating. How strange and heartbreaking that this was/is happening in a "modern" country. What an experience for you!
Posted by: Montana Anna | March 08, 2006 at 01:52 PM
Does the "H" have anything to do with Bobby Sands and his hunger strike?
I read about this a LONG time ago, so my memory is rather vague at this point. But I do remember that he had been a prisoner of war, and during his incarceration, his fellow inmates refused to wear anything, save a towel or underwear, in protest because their rights had been stripped and their living conditions in prison were deplorable. Does the H have something to do with that?
I had to cringe while reading through some of this post, Nils. How vivid these memories must be for your friends and those who live there. It must have been an eye opening experience for you to absorb it all firsthand through their stories.
All I could think of when I finished reading this was, "wow".
Such an inner strength they must have!
Posted by: Laura | March 08, 2006 at 03:18 PM
Laura wins the prize. The H does indeed refer to the hunger strikers - the cells they were held in while in prison were in the form of an H, so the IRA supporters adopted the H as a symbol of the protest.
And yes, the hunger strikers refused to wear prison clothing because they insisted they were prisoners of war and therefore entitled to wear their own clothing. When that demand was refused, they chose to wear only underwear - hence the depictions of hunger strikers in underwear.
It IS a time that is fresh in my friends' memories - as members of the Royal Ulster Constabulary, they would wake up each morning and before starting their car they would grab a long handled mirror from the garage wall and check to see if anyone had tampered with their undercarriage or planted a bomb during the night. We in North America have no sense of that kind of life - living in fear of stray cars parked on the streets or suspicious bags left unattended. We're learning, now - but it's a long way from part of our everyday lives.
Now, I have to think of what kind of prize Laura wins ...
Posted by: Nils | March 09, 2006 at 07:45 AM
Oh, will she win Rice-A-Roni and a picture of you in assless chaps???
Posted by: Squirl | March 09, 2006 at 08:27 PM
Nilbo, you're gonna have to get your own chaps this time. I'm presently using mine.
You know, for inspiration.
Posted by: Bucky Four-Eyes | March 09, 2006 at 08:41 PM
hmmm, i'm still thinking. this could be a long list.
(for some reason, I kept thinking of Bobby Sherman when I first read this post. Odd, how the mind works.
well my mind, anyway). ;)
yeah, I know, bobby sherman! I am so dating myself!!!
I'm trying to picture Nils in chaps. oh lawd...
Posted by: Laura | March 09, 2006 at 10:03 PM
yikes.
I *had* this pithy, warm & fuzzy comment all ready, and damn it all if Squirl didn't drive it right out of my brain.
Posted by: whfropera | March 10, 2006 at 08:54 AM
"Just your average hometown tour" reminded me of this: I have a friend whose father lives in the county where all the sniper shootings occured a few years ago. (I'm assuming news of that made it to Canada - it was certainly a big deal here, anyway.) He takes visiting friends on the "sniper tour" - basically drives them past all the places where innocent people were shot. Which is sick but also fascinating to folks, I suppose?
Belfast is obviously different in that it's part of significant history and there are valuable lessons to be learned from that history.
Sounds like you're making the most of your trip - it's awesome when a local can share his/her perspective of the place.
Posted by: kalki | March 10, 2006 at 12:57 PM
I am envious of your travels.
Posted by: Amanda B. | March 10, 2006 at 03:06 PM
I hope you don't mind me highjacking your blog, Nils, but I had to tell the Internet as a Whole how much you rock. :)
I'm just back from seeing Nils' show "The Truth About Daughters" which he performed near Oxford and it was the funniest evening I've had in ages. It was one of those 'be careful when you choose to take a drink 'cos it might shoot out of your nose when you laugh' evenings.
Internet, if you get a chance to go and see Nils, even if you have to travel a bit I promise you won't be disappointed. If you're lucky you might also get to meet the lovely Joyce - the woman who obviously keeps her man going in the right direction.
As the man who introduced me to Susie and her 'Booty Flies' (which incidentally nearly got me sacked when I could hardly stay upright in my chair at work through laughing so hard) Bucky, Torrie et al and who always comes up with something witty and/inciteful on all your blogs, Nils and his show made me laugh so much I nearly peed myself.
Go on Nilbo, put that as a review on one of your flyers - dare ya! ;)
Posted by: Emma | March 11, 2006 at 08:40 PM
Wow, this is my kind of history lesson. I don't/didn't do well with reading about history, but I do love to hear the stories told.
Hi, Nils! Been missing you :)
Posted by: Susie | March 11, 2006 at 09:29 PM
Wow. I have always wanted to go to Ireland, since that is where my ancestors originally came to Canada from. This was fascinating and very sad.
Read this when you posted and have been waiting for more! Hope all is well:)
Posted by: laura | March 13, 2006 at 07:01 PM
What a great verbal tour! Thanks, Nils.
Posted by: eclectic | March 15, 2006 at 05:42 PM
I grew up in West Belfast from 1974-2002 and i can honestly say your friend glenn, is as much a murderer and part of the problem, as any terrorist. I am not a crackpot but simply a middle class, republican, school teacher living in london (all be it from much more humble background ie 93% unemployment 'catholics need not apply'). During those years the police were a very, very bad lot. Killed many innocent people. My friends. If they picked you up all you could do was pray thet they took you to a police station. Many weren't that lucky.
Don't believe everything your told. It's not true. It's not reality; simply someones representation of reality.
Posted by: James | April 12, 2006 at 05:07 PM
James I am so glad you took the time to 'educate' people. I too am from West Belfast and still live there. It shocks me, the ignorance people have, and how one version of reality can be misplaced for the actual 'reality'. Growing up in Belfast, I have had to accept many versions, many peoples devastating stories from many sides. There was hurt and misery on all sides, the police included, but likewise teh police were also a huge part of the problem, and they themselves inflicted huge amounts of pain.
Posted by: Mary | April 13, 2006 at 05:57 AM
Gosh, I keep looking for the parts where I gave a narrow view of what happened - or where Glenn was biased in his commentary. Sorry, I can't find it. In fact, the only real anecdote I recounted was a police officer acting in a way I'd call "improper, if not understandable under the circumstances".
Glenn - and his wife Joy - acknowledge that there were bad things done by all four sides - Catholics, Protestants, police, and British Army.
As for Glenn and Joy ... I am deeply offended and angered by James' characterization of them as "as much a murderer and part of the problem as any terrorist " simply because they were members of the police force. Pretty broad brush to paint with there, James ... it's like saying all Protestants were loyalist thugs or all Catholics were IRA bombers. There were bad people on all sides but, as always in a horrendous conflict, there were people who were on the side of the angels.
I'm sorry if your friends were hurt by the police, but our friend Jackie ... and another young friend, Joanne, and dozens upon dozens of other kids, Catholics and Protestants alike, were shepherded over to Canada safely by two volunteer chaperones - Glenn and Joy, and were treated with love, respect, and kindness.
They are among the good guys, and they despise the bad police officers the way good people in Northern Ireland hate the thugs on either side.
I appreciate your comments, James, and you're welcome here any time. But if you can make sweeping, vicious statements about my friends - people you don't know in any way -based on the fact that they served on a police force, I can only hope that over in England you are not teaching semantics, philosophy, logic ... or history.
Posted by: Nils | April 14, 2006 at 11:57 AM
im from north belfast and glenn is talking crap what about the shankill butchers?they were nice people lol my fuck they cut my uncle's eyey out and cut his penis off dont here much about that glen lies all of it>
Posted by: adrian | October 01, 2007 at 12:26 PM
...and we see why the Troubles never really go away. My point, Adrian, is that the tour was utterly evenhanded, in the sense that Glenn felt disdain for the thugs on both sides. And there were thugs on both sides - thugs who did that to your uncle, and no doubt thugs who avenged what was done.
He wasn't talking crap and he wasn't lying. The lies come from those who say "It was only one side doing all this."
Glenn hated the Shankill butchers. He hated the cowards who planted bombs that killed children. He hated the kneecappers, the snipers, the rock-throwers, and the hate-mongers FROM BOTH SIDES.
You have a particular point of view, and I understand it comes from your experience. But when you try to convince thinking people - people who can see what's been done by both sides - that the fault lies with one group or another, you embarrass yourself. We see that it is either a stupid lie on your part ... or that you have been so brainwashed you can no longer think for yourself.
I'm sorry about your uncle. I'm sure he was an innocent bystander, and not a willing participant in the cycle of hate that thugs perpetuated for so many years.
But not everybody was innocent. And on BOTH sides, there were those who the world is better off without.
Posted by: Nils | October 07, 2007 at 11:55 AM
I understand the points of view and also hated what happened in Belfast but please make your statements accurate.
The two boys did not "happen" to find themselves in the middle of an IRA funeral, they were in fact plain clothed, armed soldiers who had been in Belfast for a number of years and the funeral was very high profile, no reason was given for them being there.
Just previous to this another funeral had been attacked with bullets and grenades so the mourners were on edge, the corporals car reversed at high speed into the crowd.
The crowd did remove the soldiers from the car but they were shot with their own guns by the IRA.
So as I said atrocities have been carried out by all sides but please be accurate.
Posted by: mike | October 12, 2007 at 04:45 AM
You make valid points, Mike. I have changed some of the text to reflect the story more accurately (even though this is not an historical record and I really DON'T have a "responsibility" per se to be accurate or fair to anyone. Hell, I can say The Troubles were a Scottish glam rock band who opened for the Bay City Rollers, if I want to!).
In the interests of my own crisp storytelling, I had taken liberties with a story told to me by Glenn. He was clear at the time that the corporals had no business being where they were. Naive as I am - and let's be clear, part of the point of this entire entry is that we in this part of the world ARE naive - I believed that wrenching the soldiers out of their car, beating them, stripping them down, and then stabbing and shooting them was a somewhat disproportionate response to the provocation, and so focussed on that part of the story.
In the broader sense, my point - simply that the tour showed me parts of Belfast you don't read about in the Visitor's Guide - stands.
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