ALL WARS ARE BANKER’S WARS.
In Ómós do M’Athair, Jimmy McCloskey.
In Loving Memory of my Father.
My daddy, Jimmy, died twenty-five years ago today 25th February 2025. He was born in 1914 and left this world at the dawn of the new millenium. He lived through the seismic events which shaped the world we live in - two World wars, one cold war, the rise and fall and rise again of Communism, the Easter Rising in Ireland and the mayhem of what were called “The Troubles”, which ravaged the north of Ireland for most of his adult life.
In these dark days, I’m sure he would look in disbelief as deranged politicians and even some of our friends and neighbours cheer on what seems can only end as a nuclear holocaust. Is this call for MAD - Mutually Assured Destruction - the “new normal”?
This piece attempts to consider “What exactly are wars?” Why do they begin and who gets to decide this? Who benefits and who suffers? Is there an alternative to mass slaughter to settle differences between nations in this third millennium? Or is MAD the only option?
Derry
I was born, raised and live in Derry City on the river Foyle on the north coast of Ireland. There is evidence of a settlement having been here for at least four thousand years, and as we locals say, Derry was a city when Belfast was a bog. In the Irish language, it’s called Doire Cholmchille, the oak grove of Saint Columba, who founded a monastery here in the sixth century. Derry was - and to some extent still is - a centre of prayer, culture and learning, despite to this day being unique among European cities of its size, historicity and legacy in not having a stand-alone University - one of many adverse consequences of centuries of invasion, colonial misrule and discrimination against the native population.
The conquest of Ireland (particularly the north), was planned from at least 1515 by Henry VIII and the members of his Privy Council. In their vision of a corporate Empire, there was no place except under their heel, for the economically thriving island kingdom to the west. Ireland’s subjugation was required to fulfil the City of London’s plan.
The Plantation of Ulster began in earnest around 1603, prior to which Ulster was reputedly the most Gaelic part of the island. With the Flight of the Earls from Lough Swilly, Donegal in 1607, following the surrender of the Gaelic chieftains under Hugh O’ Neill, the last resistance to English occupation was vanquished. For the native Irish men, women and children that remained, an intentional and long planned-for genocide and ethnic cleansing ensued. This slaughter of innocent civilians and the ‘scorched earth’ policy was enthusiastically implemented and pursued by Charles Blount (Lord Mountjoy) and Arthur Chichester, a founding father of Belfast. The sophisticated Gaelic language, the ancient Brehon system of law and the rich cultural heritage of the Gaels were suppressed and supplanted by Anglican Elite ways, English Laws and the City of London Legal System.
More than 3,000,000 acres of the rich farmland in County Derry were taken from native Irish landowners by the Crown and the twelve Livery Companies of the City of London as part of the Plantation of Ulster. They were ‘planted’ with mostly lowland Scottish protestants, English protestants and to a lesser extent Scottish Catholics in return for their “loyalty”. Those native Irish who resisted were dealt with harshly.
With eerie echoes of modern genocides in the Middle East today, we see how the The Honourable the Irish Society [sic], the modern-day relic of a consortium of livery companies from the City of London, unabashedly celebrate how the ‘North of Ireland’ was treated as a destined “promised land” on the history section of their website:
1603 - “And now that all Ulster, or the most part, has fallen into His Majesty’s power, he intends to order it so as it may redound to his honour and profit”
‘What the Crown didn’t mention…was the certainty that those agents for CITY OF LONDON an alien and foreign presence, with its anglicised ways, would be resolutely opposed by the native Irish who had been dispossessed to make room for the City of London Corporation’.
“But the King’s Privy Councillors were insistent and the City [CITY OF LONDON] found itself with little choice”.
His Majesty’s [James I] submission to the City of London Corporation July 1609:
“ ‘Motives and Reasons to induce the city of London to undertake the Plantation in the North of Ireland’, painted a glowing picture of the lushness and bounty of the “promised land”... The initial investment of £20,000 soon grew to £60,000, contributed roughly equally by the Twelve Great Livery Companies, ten of which were supported by a further 43 associate Companies...Most of the lands of the County of Londonderry [ formerly Derry] were divided into twelve ‘proportions’ and these were distributed among the companies by the drawing of lots, a deliberate echoing of the biblical story in which the twelve tribes of Israel shared out the Promised Land. The towns of Londonderry [formerly Doire] and Coleraine could not be sub-divided so these, along with the fisheries, were left under the direct ownership and control of The Irish Society [i.e CITY OF LONDON CORPORATION]." [emphasis added]
“And now that all Ulster, or the most part, has fallen into His Majesty’s power, he intends to order it so as it may redound to his honour and profit” - Unattributed from The Honourable The Irish Society’s webpage
The city of Doire’s beauty and strategic importance made it a prized acquisition. In 1613 James I ‘gave’ the town to The Honourable the Irish Society.
During the Plantation of Ulster, they renamed Doire ‘Londonderry’ and incorporated the city in 1613 by Royal Charter. The twelve cannons bought by the twelve Livery Companies of the City of London for the defence of the walls, which still encircle the old town, point menacingly over the Bogside, the marsh where the native Irish population were banished following their dispossession.
All of this seems like ancient history, but to we natives, it’s important. The infamous “Red Portrait” of the current king, Charles Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg, (which was his father’s name before he changed it to Mountbatten!) was painted to celebrate his fiftieth anniversary as a member of the Draper’s Company of the City of London, one of the original twelve Livery Companies of “Londonderry” as it became known. The City of London is of course the banking and financial centre of the world. The war on my town and its people was and still is, a banker’s war.
I was a child when the peaceful, cross-community campaign to request the northern state grant Civil Rights to the Catholic/nationalist population was met with state violence and sectarian pogroms. Bloody Sunday, 30th January 1972, when fourteen unarmed civilians were murdered and more than fifteen by the 1st Battalion Paratroop Regiment of HM Armed Forces on the streets of my hometown, was the first and only time I saw my father cry. His were tears of powerlessness and yes, rage. On the day of the funerals in Creggan Chapel, I served biscuits and washed a thousand teacups in the local community centre for the visiting dignitaries. My fifteen-year-old self needed to do something. Back then, I had no understanding of the significance of this genocide of the civilian population on our streets.
Under the hated Special Powers Act, in place since 1922, this slaughter was entirely lawful in their world. It was, as these things invariably are, introduced as “emergency legislation”.
After over 50 years to date there has been no justice seen to be done or otherwise.
During these so called ‘Troubles’ and the killing and targeting of civilians by the state and HM Armed Forces, there was and still is a complete blackout - by the judiciary, court system and the entire legal industrial complex - of the GENEVA CONVENTION RELATIVE TO THE PROTECTION OF CIVILIAN PERSONS IN TIME OF WAR IV 1949.
The convention was signed by an authorised representative of the U.K. at Geneva on 12 August 1949 and ratified on the 23rd September 1957 by Parliament, enacting the Geneva Conventions Act 1957. The Fourth Schedule of that Act brings into domestic statute the GENEVA CONVENTION IV1949. This includes international conflict, but also as - outlined in Article 3 - includes armed conflict occurring domestically within the UK:
ARTICLE-1 “The High Contracting Parties undertake to respect and to ensure respect for the present Convention in all circumstances.”
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ARTICLE 3 “In the case of armed conflict not of an international character occurring in the territory of one of the High Contracting Parties, each Party to the conflict shall be bound to apply, as a minimum, the following provisions:
(1) Persons taking no active part in the hostilities, including members of armed forces who have laid down their arms and those placed hors de combat by sickness, wounds, detention, or any other cause, shall in all circumstances be treated humanely, without any adverse distinction founded on, colour, religion or faith, sex, birth or wealth, or any other similar criteria. To this end, the following acts are and shall remain prohibited at any time and in any place whatsoever with respect to the above-mentioned persons:
(a)violence to life and person, in particular, murder of all kinds, mutilation, cruel treatment and torture;
(b)taking of hostages;
(c)outrages upon personal dignity, in particular, humiliating and degrading treatment;
(d)the passing of sentences and the carrying out of executions without previous judgment pronounced by a regularly constituted court, affording all the judicial guarantees which are recognised as indispensable by civilised peoples.”
ARTICLE- 8, ARTICLE-30, ARTICLE-31
ARTICLE-147 “Grave breaches to which the preceding Article relates shall be those involving any of the following acts, if committed against persons or property protected by the present Convention: wilful killing, torture or inhuman treatment, including biological experiments, wilfully causing great suffering or serious injury to body or health, unlawful deportation or transfer or unlawful confinement of a protected person, compelling a protected person to serve in the forces of a hostile Power, or wilfully depriving a protected person of the rights of fair and regular trial prescribed in the present Convention, taking of hostages, and extensive destruction and appropriation of property, not justified by military necessity and carried out unlawfully and wantonly.” [emphasis added]
I grew up through the years of conflict and misery that the state violence inevitably ignited. Some of my school friends, neighbours and even relations spent the best years of their lives in prison - and they were the lucky ones. The “Republican Plot” in Derry City Cemetery contains rows of Irish tricolours above graves of young men, most of whom died in their teens and twenties. The "Loyalist" community suffered similarly, albeit in smaller numbers. By and large, these were the children of good, decent families, with no history of criminality or social problems - a completely atypical prison demographic. Prisoner's children were raised in poverty, often with the added chaos of frequent house raids and arbitrary harassment by the agents of the state. They travelled - many from infancy - by bus (often a day’s journey) to dismal prisons to visit daddy and indeed, sometimes mammy.
As is often found, in places where practical Christianity is required, the Quakers were there and provided tea and buns and much needed toilet and baby-changing facilities in the prison car park. Sadly, many of these young people were radicalised by these experiences and tragically followed in the footsteps of their family members to incarceration or a premature death. Some of the Quakers were radicalised too by the suffering and injustice they saw, but that’s for another day.
Even in my youthful political naiveite, I understood that the British state (UK) was no neutral arbiter in the conflict. Now it is clear that the techniques used and honed by the senior British army officer, Sir Frank Kitson, in the Empire’s other colonies stood him in good stead here in Northern Ireland, as the senior officer dealing with the white native uprising.
Brigadier Frank Kitson came here fresh from his exploits in Kenya and Malaya, where he showed the natives the cost of any deluded notion of freedom. He was awarded the Military Cross on 1 January 1955 for quelling in the Mau Mau uprising in Kenya. This defeat of the independence movement in the African colony caused at least 11,000 deaths among the Mau Mau (and this is likely a gross underestimate). The toll included 1,090 executions by hanging.
He received a further gong in 1958, for service in the Malayan "Emergency", when the British attempted to starve the liberation forces using scorched earth policies, through food rationing, the mass killing of livestock and aerial spraying of the herbicide Agent Orange. There were extrajudicial killings, indeed massacres of unarmed villagers, in violation of the Geneva Conventions I-IV 1949 and Parliament’s ratification of those Conventions domestic statute Geneva Conventions Act 1957. Decapitation and the public display of corpses were common practice. The British forcibly relocated between 400,000 and 1,000,000 civilians into concentration camps called "new villages", and many indigenous communities not involved, that is to say, non-combatants, were also targeted for internment because the British believed that they were supporting the "enemy". Does any of this sound strangely familiar?
Brigadier Kitson’s areas of special expertise included the use of deception, defectors and informers and concepts such as pseudo-gangs, pseudo-operations, psychological operations (Psyops) and media manipulation by spin and briefing as well as turning journalists into ‘useful mouthpieces’. After all, he had written widely on these subjects, with published works including “Gangs and Counter Gangs” (1960), “Low Intensity Operations: Subversion, Insurgency and Peacekeeping (1971), “Bunch of Five” (1977) and other such spook handbooks. Frank Kitson established the framework and foundation for both British and US counterinsurgency and counter-subversion practices that are tragically still being used today in places like Syria.
Frank Kitson was notably part of Counterinsurgency, A Symposium, April 16–20, 1962 which was held at the RAND Corporation's Washington DC office. The Symposium was sponsored by the Advanced Research Projects Agency (ARPA) - now known as Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) - research and development agency of the United States responsible for the development of emerging technologies for use by the military.
“Although we came from such widely divergent backgrounds, it was if we had all been brought up together from youth. We all spoke the same language. Probably all of us had worked out theories of counterinsurgency procedures at one time or another, which we thought were unique and original. But when we came to air them, all our ideas were essentially the same. We had another thing in common. Although we had no difficulty in making our views understood to each other, we had mostly been unable to get our respective armies to hoist in the message.”
Frank Kitson on Counterinsurgency, A Symposium, writing in Bunch of Five, Faber & Faber 1977, pp. 200-201.
https://www.rand.org/content/dam/rand/pubs/reports/2006/R412-1.pdf
In 1970, Brigadier Frank Kitson made his way to Belfast from a visiting fellowship at University College, Oxford where he was finishing “Low Intensity Operations”(1971).
From 1970 – 1972 Brigadier Frank Kitson was an operational commander in Belfast. One of the units under the command of Brigadier Kitson was 1st Battalion Parachute Regiment of HM Armed Forces which was nicknamed ‘Kitson’s private army’.
The soldiers of the 1st Battalion Parachute Regiment ‘1 Para’ led by Frank Kitson were, of course, infamously involved in opening fire on, killing and maiming a large number of civilians on Bloody Sunday – in grave breaches to the Geneva Convention IV 1949 and the Geneva Conventions Act 1957. Five months before, In Ballymurphy, West Belfast, between 9 – 11 August 1971 1 Para, as part of Operation Demetrius (where hundreds of innocent men were taken from their homes and imprisoned ‘internment without a trial’) shot and murdered 10 civilians.
The Special Powers Act enabled Sir Frank Kitson to invoke military martial law, with the entire civilian population considered combatants, and thus under constant surveillance, psychological operations (Psyop), propaganda and trauma-based mind control techniques.
Sir Frank Kitson was in charge when internment without trial was introduced in 1971. Many were tortured. He was, as mentioned above, in command not only on Bloody Sunday, but also in in Ballymurphy in West Belfast when the Paras murdered ten innocent civilians.
Regarding these atrocities, inquests were held with great media fanfare and at eye-watering public expense, the slain were declared innocent - but there was no justice for the victims nor for their families, nor were there repercussions for the perpetrators. Above all, the chain of command was protected and hidden. The lawyers made millions, the taxpayers footed the bill, and nothing changed.
This is how the legal-industrial complex operates in its modern iteration developed by none other than the barrister-at-law Tony Charles Lynton Blair. Interestingly many of the senior operatives in this system, the judiciary, lawyers and senior civil servants hailed from the Catholic/nationalist population, those grammar -school educated young people who would traditionally have been considered anti-imperialist. They took the Queen’s shilling and agreed to serve the CITY OF LONDON CORPORATION rather than their own people.
Although Frank Kitson did not indulge in public hangings or beheading here in Britain’s first colony, tens of thousands of lives were taken or destroyed, across four generations and counting. As a Derry GP whose practice was in one of the most socioeconomically deprived electoral wards in Europe for over thirty years, I saw the scars of those terrible years in a way that few do. As always, the ordinary people were merely pawns in a much larger power game by people of money and influence. All wars are banker’s wars.
Jimmy
My late father, Jimmy, came from an Irish Catholic and Republican family, but for reasons which are too complicated to explore here, joined the British Army for what was initially contracted to be six months. Then when WWII was declared, but found himself an unwilling combatant. He was in the thick of the fighting in North Africa and witnessed unimaginable horrors. Men standing only feet from him were shelled and shot. His battalion was almost completely wiped out three times over.
Typically, Jimmy made friends with the Bedouins who did odd jobs or begged around the encampments, and he learned rudimentary Arabic. It’s fair to say that his political sympathies would have been with the native Africans rather than with either of the groups waging war on their lands.
He was an only child, came from a traditionally Catholic family, and he adored his mother. Unusually, he spent his rare breaks from the carnage of the front line not with his fellow soldiers in the bars and fleshpots of Cairo, but in a Benedictine convent in the city. He prayed that he would be spared, not for himself but for her. He had seen so many deaths that he had no expectation he would not follow. He had no fear of death, but only of breaking his mother’s heart. For those of us who knew him, it makes sense. Unlike most of his comrades, he lived to tell the tale. When he died at the age of eighty-six, he was unafraid still, but rather calm and full of joy.
Following the German army’s advance, he and the remnants of his squadron were taken as prisoners of war. He told us that during his debriefing the German officer who was in charge asked if he would consider working for them. He refused, saying it would be dishonourable. At this the officer cleared his throat, spat on the ground and sneered “You speak to me of honour, an Irishman in the British army?” My father told the officer that he agreed with him wholeheartedly, but that his decision stood. They shook hands, and Jimmy was taken to a holding camp, and then across the Mediterranean to Italy by boat.
He spent a year or more on a work farm in Northern Italy, which he enjoyed immensely. He learned to speak Italian and befriended the family with whom he was assigned to work -I think their name was Bernini. He corresponded with them for years after returning to Derry.
He and two others escaped from the Italian camp, crossed the Alps on foot and reached neutral Switzerland. He maintained that the Italians helped them to escape because, he said, the Italian people were too civilised to be involved in war.
Obviously in the chaos of the Desert, communication with home was not possible, but from the Swiss village of Grindelwald, where he spent the last year of the war, he could send letters and cards to his family. I’ve kept the few photographs from that time, and some of the postcards he sent to his mother, my Granny, in 1944. He wrote of visiting the great monasteries of Switzerland, and of their splendour and peace. Many, such as the magnificent St Gallen Abbey were founded by Irish monks as, led by Columbanus, they travelled on foot to spread the faith across Europe. I’m sure he felt that profound connection with his homeland on these visits.
His postcards were stamped “Corp militaire d’international, Suisse,” and as “Passed P.W. (prisoner of war, presumably) 1757, by the Officer Commanding, Western Sub-Area, Sirnach.” He sent cards from several monasteries, but this one is from the Benedictine Abbey of Einseideln, where he spent a week.
He was strangely reticent to amuse we youngsters with stories of war and dismissed our pleas by assuring us that wars were fought not by heroes but by ordinary decent men who had generally no idea why or even who they were fighting, and who had no possible stake in the outcome. They were fought he assured us, at the behest of what he called “the establishment”. We gathered that that he wasn't a fan! Jimmy taught us that wars are planned and organised by bankers businessmen and royalty, and that these people don’t ever send their own children to be slaughtered. That’s the job of we, the common people whom they regard as a waste of “their” resources, and utterly expendable.
Despite his scepticism of the campaign, he had respect, even love for his fellow soldiers, and kept in contact with some of them for many years. A cockney, Jack Nicholson sent me my first teddy bear before I was born and he and his wife Edie visited us in Derry when I was about five or six.
Ireland’s Hidden History
Despite, perhaps even confirmed by, his experiences in the British Army, my father remained an Irish patriot, who passionately supported national sovereignty and independence. He felt, as many in the north did, betrayed by the (apparent/alleged) partition of Ireland, and his allegiance was to a 32-county sovereign state, not a pseudo-republic controlled by the Bank of England via the City of London. I’m glad that he didn’t know the depths of the infiltration and control that the bankers and billionaires had achieved in Ireland over centuries, to subvert every aspect of our lives, including even our independence movement.
Jimmy didn’t get to read “Hidden History - The Secret Origins of the First World War” by Gerry Docherty and Jim Macgregor, but it would have resolved many of the questions in the accepted narrative to which he couldn’t find answers. The authors combed the archives which mainstream historians have avoided and ignored and tell a story of the incomprehensible evil perpetrated on humanity by the secret elite group who started and perpetuated two world wars, and then unleased the horrors of Bolshevism and Stalinism in Eastern Europe. Tens, maybe hundreds of millions suffered and died in the unimaginable carnage which ensued. The book deals with the First World War, but that war made the war in which he fought inevitable. It was all in the Plan.
Gerry Docherty and Jim Macgregor explore in forensic detail the machinations of a secret society of men of immense financial and political influence, but undoubtedly psychopathic intent, in pursuing their aims of global domination under the British empire.
Hidden History, I contend is an important, even necessary read because an understanding of how a powerful club of elite psychopaths schemed to achieve global control is as relevant today in 2025 as it was in 1914. There is nothing new under the sun. The same agents are playing chess with the lives of millions, and it is the innocent who will suffer most.
The chapter in “Hidden History” on Ireland would take tears from a stone and should be required reading for every man or woman here. Ireland, like India and Israel and many of the other colonies were the testbeds for famine, sectarianism, partition and asset stripping on an unimaginable scale. This blueprint for evil remains operational in fomenting the wars of today. The same malign families and interests are behind it.
The Irish involvement in fomenting the first ever world war goes something like this;
In 1891, after the Boer War, and enriched by untold wealth from plundering the diamond and gold mines of South Africa, a group of bankers, entrepreneurs, landed gentry and colonial administrators came together to form a Secret Society to promote British imperialism, to enlarge the empire on which the sun never set, and to set up a one world government.
The group was convened and funded by Cecil Rhodes, after whom Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe was named. It was led by Alfred Milner, former High Commissioner of South Africa, giving it the nickname “Milner’s Kindergarten”. It included among others Arthur Balfour of the Declaration gifting Palestine to the Zionists (which incidentally was drafted by Milner) Frederick Sleigh Roberts, aka Earl Roberts of Kandahar, Natty Rothschild of the banking dynasty, William Stead, a newspaper editor, Lord Roseberry, Earl Gray and even King Edward VII himself. This group, as do their present-day progeny, straddled the political spectrum, and were influential in every institution. They financed and thus has significant control in the elite Universities and of course the media corporations. Their maxim was that actual power is more important than the appearance of power. Secrecy and subterfuge was their modus operandi. By their diverse political allegiances, they were able to own and control the political decision-making processes in Britain, and across Europe. The opposing politicians bayed at one another from the dispatch box, but spent their weekends shooting and fishing at the country mansions of their handlers. Doesn’t it all sound a bit like Parliament and the Dáil in 2025? The country estates are now maybe superseded by all expensed paid international conferences and focus groups, but the outcome is identical.
To cut a very long story short, the members of the Milner group realised that the main threat to British, and by extension global hegemony, and thereby to their own financial interests and despotic plans was Germany, whose phenomenal industrial capacity and military prowess posed a threat which required to be neutralised. A war to bring about the annihilation and total subjection of Imperial Germany was the only option. They therefore wielded their immense wealth and political power to essentially bribe, coerce, blackmail and infiltrate governments and diplomatic corps across Europe, in France, Belgium, Russia, the Baltic States, and at home from the early years of the century.
However, with the memories of the slaughter in Africa and Malasia still fresh in their minds, there was little appetite for war in England in the years leading up to 1914. Indeed, Asquith’s government of 1906 was elected on an anti-war ticket. This had to be rectified. The Secret Society knew that peace and prosperity for the masses would not serve their demonic plan. To achieve public buy-in, they needed to get the public both frightened and angry. We see the identical playbook being used today, as unelected groups of the powerful and wealthy - Bilderberg, the Club of Rome, the World Economic Forum the European Commission, the UN, the WHO-need I go on? -wield the tools of fear and division over we, the “cattle”.
Despite a massive anti-German propaganda campaign being launched, and while France and Russia were primed and ready to invade, despite the fact that every British port bristled with warships and guns, still Parliament and the general population were not enthused. The Secret Elite’s Plan B was to play out in Ireland.
The plan was to create the conditions for a civil war in Ireland, which then could be blamed on the evil Kaiser. Not, of course an actual war, but an all-pervasive threat of war in Ireland, which at that time was of course at the heart of the Empire, and thus to foster the fear and division which they knew would ensue. When in 1912, a Home Rule Bill was introduced into the British Parliament, the population of Ireland and England promptly took sides, as was planned. The pawns of course did not know that it was an elaborate ploy, or at least that the fine line between dissention and open rebellion was being carefully maintained by the chess players on both sides of the Irish Sea.
In 1913, an illegal private army, the Ulster Volunteer Force was formed, and 100.000 men were recruited within weeks. 24,000 rifles and a million rounds of ammunition were bought, transported from Hamburg, and landed in Larne, under the watchful eyes of the German, Norwegian, Danish and British authorities! It was a sophisticated operation and clearly required agents and spies at every stage. Psalm 90 was given the credit, according to popular lore, and it may be true, although I have my doubts about Divine Intervention being at play in this particular mission.
Then, in 1914 the same Hamburg arms dealer kindly provided 1,500 obsolete Mauser rifles to be similarly imported, or rather escorted into Ireland, for the use of the Irish Volunteers in the south.
The influx of weapons was accompanied by a relentless campaign to ramp up nationalist and unionist sectarian division. “Home Rule is Rome Rule”, the signing of the Ulster Covenant where tens of thousands of empire-loyalist Protestants signed - supposedly in blood - their fealty to King and Country and other such theatrics were incubated and funded by Milner’s mob. In the south, a parallel campaign of jingoistic nationalism was encouraged and sponsored. Thus, both the UVF in the North, and the IRA/IRB in the south were armed and primed, should their services to the Cause be required - not their cause, of course, but that of the elites.
In case the plan backfired, and civil war did actually break out, the outcome had to be managed too. Apart from the disparity in their weapons, the UVF were trained in the Curragh British Army Camp in Kildare, and the troops there staged a piece of theatre known as the Curragh Mutiny, saying they would not act against the Ulstermen, a treasonous act for which they were assured by army command in London that there would be no repercussions.
The theatre was prepared for a conflagration right in the heart of the “Empire on which the sun never set”, and the accusing finger could then be pointed at the evil Kaiser, who armed and incited a war in the peace-loving British Empire. Retribution would be required. The plan worked, and the remaining sceptics were drowned out by the mob baying for blood.
On the “Irish Volunteers” side, the “terrorist cell” who organised and funded the Irish Volunteer’s weapon acquisition, and planned the insurgency met, in May 1914, in the sumptuous Mayfair home of Alice Stopford Green, an friend of Winston Churchill, and whose nephew was a member of Milner’s Kindergarten. Other “conspirators” against the empire included Sir Roger Casement, (another Boer war veteran and at that time a Foreign Office Diplomat), Lord Ashbourne (a wealthy protestant landowner) Mary Spring Rice, (daughter of Lord Monteagle), Sir Alexander Lawrence, (son of Brigadier General Sir Henry Montgomery Lawrence, an Indian colonial administrator, whose brother was Viceroy of India), Captain George Fitzharding-Berkley, (son of Major George Sackville-Berkley) and other such typical Irish patriots. Hmmm. Call me a conspiracy theorist, but that’s a strange collection of subversives!
One of the foremost “revolutionaries”, the skilled yachtsman who loaded his boat the Asgard with guns from Hambug, and sailed back unmolested through the assembled ranks of the British channel fleet was the English Public school-educated Erskine Childers. He was the son of an Orientalist scholar, and - you’ve guessed it - a close associate of many of the members of Milner’s Kindergarten. His wife Molly Childers, a Boston-born heiress, daughter of Doctor Hamilton Osgood, a pioneering vaccinologist, was with him. Childers was discharged from the Boer war in 1900, where he served with “enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to the Empire”. He was the author of the anti-German propaganda novel, The Riddle of the Sands in 1903, a book received warmly by none other than Winston Churchill, and which ran to three prints. That was of course before his miraculous conversion to the cause of Irish freedom.
His crew on the Asgard was Captain Gordon Shepherd, a schoolfriend (Eton and Sandhurst) who immediately after the gun-running plot returned to his day job with the Royal Flying Corps. Nothing to see here whatsoever, is there?
Two men from Gola Island, a remote island community in Co. Donegal, Patrick McGinley and Charles Duggan who were skilled in fishing Ireland’s treacherous coastline were also aboard. I’d love to have heard their first-hand accounts of the conversations they overheard on that journey. There’s a commemoration stone to the pair on the island, erected in 2014, on the centenary of the Asgard’s cargo arriving in Howth, near Dublin. I was present at the stone’s unveiling. I can’t find a picture of the “leac cuimhneachan” itself,, but here’s one of Gola/Gabhla. The National School is in ruins now, but in 1911, it had 169 pupils in attendance. The two Asgard sailors were undoubtedly among them. The last inhabitants left the island in 1967, and the seagulls and gannets have the place to themselves now. On a sunny Sunday Jimmy Sweeney, whose family moved from Gola to the mainland in the nineteen fifties, will take tourists and rock-climbers (renowned sea-cliffs at the back of the island) for a day trip in his half-decker.
But, as we now know, the Irish civil war wasn’t needed at that time, though it served its propaganda purpose well. Archduke Ferdinand was assassinated in Sarajevo, the Balkans erupted as anticipated, and France, Russia and the British Empire went to war against Germany, as planned.
The Irish militias were persuaded that it would have been a pity to have wasted all that drilling and training, so the mainly Protestant Unionist loyalists and the mainly Catholic Irish Republicans were persuaded that it was their duty, albeit for different reasons, to march off side by side and be ploughed into the muck of Flanders or buried in the green fields of France in their tens of thousands. They died together for the benefit of the wealthy elites, as have so many other mothers’ children across the world. Every year, the slaughter of the Somme is commemorated on the streets of Northern Ireland on the 12th of August, by the “loyal” grandchildren and great grandchildren of the victims of the Great War, a war which was the one of the most depraved deception ever perpetrated on the world.
Sadly, the globalists’ plan continues apace, that millions more will be sacrificed at the altar of avarice. The Zionist banker-funded wars in Ukraine and the Middle East, cheered on by their bought and paid for lackeys in our governments, may just be the start. The military industrial complex, funded by we the people’s labour, is insatiable.
The capture of the entire political system in Ireland, whereby the age-old aspiration of the Irish people for sovereignty and autonomy has been sold to the highest bidder seems complete. Perhaps the most egregious betrayal is by the republican party, Sinn Féin, a party which I joined in 1975, during Fresher’s Week, UCD. I remained a member until their support for the introduction of abortion legislation in both jurisdictions, a move that I consider advocates for the slaughter of unborn Irish civilians. It remains my contention that human life is sacred from conception to natural death, and that any society which does not regard this as axiomatic, has lost its way.
The jurisdiction which is deceptively called the “Republic” of Ireland, (a descriptive term with no legal standing) is unrecognisable from the country in which I grew up, and not for the better. Ireland is an island on the western seaboard of Europe which still mourns her millions who died or emigrated during the democide, falsely called a famine, of 1845-48, or who were forced by poverty to take the boat to Liverpool or Boston. Today, our country is being invaded again, this time by people who are in the main, victims of British, or perhaps more accurately Anglo-American colonialism, whose ancestors have also been slaughtered and had their lands pillaged. The Secret Elites want us to hate them and they us. The injustice of it all is meant to drive us insane. The plan is to make us divided and afraid - those same old tools of the same anti-human dark forces of corporate power. We must understand that there are no black and white, no Unionist/Nationalist, no Catholic and Protestant, no Muslim and Christian, no pro-life or pro-death, no gay or straight. These are the algorithm ghettos they want us populate-the old divide and rule ploy. There’s only Them and Us.
To understand the most obvious and egregious betrayal of the centuries old desire for national sovereignty, I recommend “The New Politics of Sinn Fein” by Kevin Bean, published by Liverpool University Press. This is an academic assessment of the ideological and organizational development of Provisional republicanism since 1985, it explores how the Republican movement changed from an anti-state insurgency to a partner in governing the state it was pledged to destroy. I witnessed that capture from within that movement during my lifetime.
Peaceful cooperation across all the barricades the elites have erected to divide us is the only way forward. Since the start of the military Operation Covid, we in the north are wakening up and realising that our unity is their worst nightmare. We are the many, they are the few, and they require our consent. That’s how we can defeat the dark powers. And that is what they fear most.
On this Substack, we have offered for consideration some strategies which may help us to achieve, or at least progress towards these goals. I urge readers to look at the peaceful, lawful tools of resistance which are available to each one of you, consider using them to join the real revolution- to make the bankers’ wars abroad and at home against we the people, at home and across the world, history.
I would encourage those readers in Britain, and in the six counties of the north of Ireland to consider joining the “Make War History” project. Go to www.probityco.org to learn how you can lawfully withhold taxes, rates, fines and other monies which all flow into HM Government’s CONSOLIDATED FUND of the UK as per the Consolidated Fund Act 1816. ‘One fund into which shall flow every stream of public revenue and from which shall come the supply for every service’, held in the Bank of England at the City of London. There’s a special section planned with documents relevant to our structures here in the North of Ireland. The revenue, generated by the labour of we the people is used in part to finance the MOD, HM Armed Forces, MI6, MI5, GCHQ, - the military-industrial complex that is complicit in aiding and abetting genocide, terrorism, war crimes, and crimes against humanity in contravention of international treaties and conventions, and domestic laws and statute laws. We as individual taxpayers and ratepayers are also in fact, and in law, accomplices, guilty of funding and thus aiding and abetting terrorism, genocide, and crimes against humanity when we pay our taxes and rates as these all flow into the Consolidated Fund. The people in charge have no conscience, except in their wallets. Together we can make it stop.
Let us now say together, yes, remember the Somme. Remember the GPO, Easer 1916. Remember my daddy’s war in Africa and remember all the other killing fields across this beautiful planet. Let’s say together Make War History.
No Surrender, Tiocfaidh Ar Lá.
Go raibh maith agat, a Dhaid. Thank you, daddy.
Requiescat in Pace.
Dear Anne, I’m indebted to you for your beautiful telling of your father’s story and how it meshed with the dark history that surrounds us still today.
As you say, there’s nothing new under the sun. Their selfish tyranny is not going to succeed.
Hands across the water, sister.
Best wishes
Mike
Wonderfully written article Anne your father was a great man you have struck me as a really decent woman ever since I became aware of you when you spoke out against the tyranny of the ' de covid ' when few others did except for john waters and 1 or 2 others I will always be thankful to you for doing that you showed great courage obviously from growing up in the north under the tyranny of the crown you have an inner toughness and resilience that few others have in this country a country that is being destroyed north and south