Louth For Ever ★ writing in Medium on 17-August-2026.

Everyone is arguing about why Sinn Féin’s Stormont term has failed. The answer, and the only way out, both run through South Africa.

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Designed to Exist, Not to Excel

In late July 2026, at the Patrick MacGill Summer School in Donegal, the leader of the Ulster Unionist Party said something truer than he knew. Jon Burrows said Stormont had been built by the architects of the Good Friday Agreement to exist rather than to excel, loaded with every check and balance its makers could devise, so that it would run without collapsing rather than govern well. He meant it as an explanation for why nothing much gets done there. The numbers bear him out: the political correspondent Gavan Reilly has calculated that the institutions have been suspended for almost 10 cumulative years since 1998, 37% of their existence spent not existing. Burrows was right about the machine. He was only wrong about what the machine holds.

Because that is the question consuming many columns, blogs, podcasts and brains thinking about the north this summer: why nothing much gets done, and specifically why Sinn Féin, nine months from an Assembly election and freshly arrived at a five-year low in the polls, has so little to show for a full term at the head of the Executive. 

Two answers are on the table. The first, and by now the settled verdict of the commentariat, is incompetence. Muiris Ó Súilleabháin argued it most fully in The Pensive Quill this month; Wee Sambo McBride, in the Sunday Independent, put it flattest, that in a couple of areas the party can blame the DUP but the main problem is deep incompetence. Bills badly drafted, ministers floundering under questioning, a flagship policy reversed inside a day, ambitions shrunk to potholes and road resurfacing schemes. The second answer, offered nightly by the party’s opponents, is sabotage: the old wreckers, in office at last, wrecking still.

There is a third answer. It is the one nobody making the running wants, because it is the only one whose remedy is not a change of the personnel.

The Two Cures That Are the Same Cure

Notice what the incompetence reading and the sabotage reading have in common. Both put the failure down to the people. If the problem is incompetence, the cure is better people. If the problem is sabotage, the cure is removing the saboteurs, which the party’s opponents have always wanted. Two diagnoses, one prescription: change who is in the room. And that is precisely the conversation Sinn Féin is now having with itself, with people who defended every leadership decision for years now calling for a change of leader, a change of strategy, or both.

The third answer says it would change nothing. It says a party holding these particular offices, under these particular vetoes, invested as deeply as this one is in institutions it can neither transform nor leave, produces this record under any leadership, because the design produces it and not the personalities. Burrows was right that the machine was built to exist rather than excel. What he did not say, is that the same design does something to the party that leads it. It does not only stop the institutions working. It holds the party still.

The Specimen

Watch the mechanism work, in a single document.

This month the party’s national chairperson, Declan Kearney, published a long indictment of the DUP in the Irish News. It is a competent piece of work, and I choose that word carefully, because it is not the writing of a party that cannot make its case. It names DUP arrogance, sectarianism and what it calls economic illiteracy. It sets out the blocking of the Good Jobs Bill as an assault on workers’ rights. It cites the loss of European funding, the cut to Invest NI’s budget, the RHI scandal, the whole ledger, thorough and dated and signed.

And it asks for nothing. After the entire indictment, the demand is that the DUP change course, choose power-sharing, abandon its wrecker’s agenda. There is no consequence named for refusal, no leverage identified, no account of what Sinn Féin will do if the other party simply declines. The chairperson of the largest party in the north writes a full charge sheet against the second largest and closes by asking it, please, to behave differently.

This is not incompetence at writing indictments. It is the opposite. It is a party grown fluent in diagnosis precisely because diagnosis is the move fully available to it, and the remedies are not. You can read the shape of the enclosure in the shape of the complaint: total complaint, tiny ask, because everything in between, every step that might actually change the outcome, runs into a wall the party itself helped to build.

The Machine, Not The Man

Set two more documents beside Kearney’s, from the same fortnight.

At Hillsborough at the end of July, the Sinn Féin senator Conor Murphy, until last year the 6C Economy Minister, warned that the institutions were in a precarious place and the wheels could come off if the DUP would not engage. Days later the First Minister, Michelle O’Neill, accused the DUP of an approach that was anti-Irish and bent on frustrating progress. Then, on the Tuesday, the 6C Finance Minister John O’Dowd was asked the obvious question and answered that his party had no intent, plan or otherwise to walk away from the Executive.

Read those three in sequence. The wheels could come off; the DUP is anti-Irish; we are going nowhere. The threat and its disavowal, issued by the same party in the same news cycle. This is not a party deciding whether to bring the institutions down. It is a party performing the consideration of a thing it has already ruled out, because the performance is the only pressure available to it, and even the performance must be recalled within the week in case anyone mistakes it for a plan.

There is truth in the party’s complaint, and it deserves its full weight. The DUP does obstruct. It sat on the Good Jobs Bill. The vetoes are real, and Brian Feeney, no enemy of Sinn Féin, puts the strongest version of the party’s defence: that when the DUP 6C Education Minister diverts money from Irish-medium schools to the mainstream sector and the Sinn Féin base demands retaliation, the leadership’s refusal to fight a discriminatory tit-for-tat produces a genuine sense of powerlessness. That is fair, and it is real.

But powerlessness that is structurally produced is not the refutation of the third answer. It is the third answer. A party that cannot retaliate without becoming the thing it opposes, and cannot deliver without the consent of the party it denounces, and cannot leave without owning the wreckage, is a contained party whether it walked into the trap knowingly or not. Feeney describes the walls exactly. He simply does not call them a cage.

And the deeper point is the one the party’s own framing hides. Sinn Féin presents DUP obstruction as a thing done to it. But the antagonism serves both front benches. The DUP needs a nationalist threat to rally a fracturing unionism; Sinn Féin needs a unionist wrecker to explain a barren term and hold a slipping base. Each party’s electoral interest is served by the other’s intransigence, which is why the managed hostility survives two decades and never quite resolves and never quite collapses. It is not a malfunction of the system. It is the system, working as designed. And it has a start date. As Reilly notes, when Sinn Féin collapsed the Executive in 2017 over the cash-for-ash scandal, it changed the rules of the place: no longer would the institutions fall only at some genuine constitutional impasse, but, from then on, for the same everyday electoral reasons as any coalition anywhere. Both elections since have been triggered by a governing party pulling the plug for advantage. The threat is now a routine instrument, and both parties know how to reach for it.

The strongest objection to all this is now argued on the nationalist left: that the equilibrium is breaking, because the DUP no longer wants the institutions to survive. With the Donaldson scandal unresolved and the census trending against unionism, the argument runs, the party has decided Stormont is a losing proposition, and is hammering the cultural flashpoints, Irish language signage, Casement, precisely to goad Sinn Féin into collapsing it, since the party that pulls the plug is the party the electorate punishes. Grant it in full, and notice it does not loosen the cage. It tightens it. The gambit only works if Sinn Féin will not walk, which O’Dowd confirmed within the week; you can only bait a party into collapse if you know it is desperate not to. The escalation is not evidence against containment. It is containment weaponised: one party has read the other’s cage and begun rattling the bars, confident the door will stay shut from the inside.

What the Veto Does Not Explain

The obstruction is the party’s alibi, and the way to test an alibi is to find the cases where there is no obstructor at all.

Take the A5, the road between Derry and Aughnacloy where more than 50 people have died since 2006. It has not been built, and the reason usually given is a court ruling: a judge found in 2025 that the scheme breached the north’s Climate Change Act, the Act the Executive itself passed in 2022. Sinn Féin’s 6C infrastructure minister is appealing. But strip the case to its frame and there is no unionist in it. Every party in the Executive has offered to amend the climate law to let the road proceed. The obstacle is that Sinn Féin passed a climate Act it is proud of and promised a road it cannot now build without unpicking that Act, and either choice costs it with a different half of its own coalition: the urban, younger, greener voters who want the targets, and the rural western voters who want the road. So it appeals to the court and waits, because the court is the one place a party can send a decision it does not want to make itself. It is not the DUP. It is a party colliding with the incompatibility of its own promises, and choosing paralysis over either bill. Strip the unionist out of almost any of these rows, the student-number cap that no party will lift because none will raise fees, the budget that cannot be set, and the same shape recurs: the machine refusing to move, with a Sinn Féin hand resting on a control that will not turn. Not incompetence, and not sabotage.

The Falsifier That Did Not Fire

If the third answer is wrong, there is a clean way to prove it. If the failure is really a matter of personnel, a change of course would follow from the diagnosis the party itself has published, and the remedy that fits its own charge sheet has now been named, in print, by a sympathetic hand. Brian Feeney has argued that after next year’s election Sinn Féin should renew its mandate as the largest party but decline to form an executive until the British government publishes the criteria by which it would call a border poll. Not a walkout, which Feeney explicitly rejects as leverage thrown away, but a condition: no return to office until the terms of the constitutional question are on paper.

It is the move that follows if you take the diagnosis seriously, and it is the move the party will not make. O’Neill has spent the summer publicly recommitting to the very institutions her chairman describes as wrecked. O’Dowd has ruled out even the leverage. The party has looked directly at the one remedy consistent with its own analysis and declined it, in front of its own base, in the worst polling of its northern life.

Why? Because the remedy is not a personnel move. It is a decision about the institutions themselves, and a party contained by those institutions cannot make one. It has invested too much to transform them and cannot leave them without owning the instability that follows. That is not a failure of nerve a braver leader or a sharper minister would fix. It is the structural position, and it would hold whoever stood in O’Neill’s place.

What New People Cannot Fix

So the conversation the party is having with itself, about leadership and strategy and whether McDonald should stay and who might do the northern job better, is a conversation about the wrong thing. It assumes the record is a personnel problem. Change the people, sharpen the message, turn up to the studios, and the term after next will look different.

It will not. The party will produce new faces and the same record, because the faces were never the constraint. The constraint is a set of institutions built to exist and not to excel, entered by a party that can now neither transform them nor leave them. Ó Súilleabháin, who has watched this from far closer than most ever will, puts it in a phrase I will borrow once and not try to improve: the revolutionary has become the custodian. What his incompetence reading stops short of is why. Not a loss of edge or talent, but the plain fact that the institutions reward custodianship and punish everything else, and the party chose to walk in and hold office rather than stay out and hold nothing.

That is the diagnosis. It would be a poor essay that stopped there, because a diagnosis with no way out is just a more sophisticated despair. So the harder question: is there a way out of the cage, and has anyone ever found one?

The Ones Who Tried

There is a way out, but the record of everyone who has reached for it is a warning before it is an encouragement, and the warning has to be heard first.

What Sinn Féin is ultimately trying to do, change the constitutional status of a territory by consent, through the ballot box, from inside the institutions of the state it wants to leave, has been attempted before and has mostly failed. Quebec is the sharpest case. The Parti Québécois governed the province and controlled the timing of its own referendums, advantages Sinn Féin can only dream of, and in 1995 it lost by half a percentage point on a turnout of 93%. Then the defeat did its work: the party slid from 43% in 1998 to 15% and 3 seats by 2022, its worst ever. Coming within a whisker of a state and losing did not just fail to deliver the country. It broke the movement for a generation. Scotland tells the same story: the referendum won in 2014, lost 55% to 45%, and then the question frozen, because Westminster declined a second vote and the courts confirmed there was no route to one without London’s consent.

Lay the northern numbers over that pattern. Support for a united Ireland in the north sits at around 34% on the most careful polling, risen from 27% but pointing, on the pollsters’ own reading, to a referendum that would be soundly defeated. The newest single survey put it lower and falling. A border poll held now loses, and a border poll lost freezes the question for a generation. This is the trap folded inside the cage: the movement most desperate for the vote is the movement most tempted to call it before it can be won, because the base wants it and the story requires it. That temptation is how you turn a bad decade into a lost generation.

The One Who Did It

There is one movement that reached this exact objective and held it, and everything worth learning is in how.

South Africa. A liberation movement that had waged an armed struggle achieved the total constitutional transformation of its state and took power without civil war. Republicans reach for the comparison often, and usually for the wrong part of it. The lesson is not the struggle and it is not the moral victory. It is the settlement, and specifically the concessions. The African National Congress did not win by defeating its enemy. Joe Slovo, the guerrilla leader who did more than anyone to design the transition, wrote that they were negotiating with a regime that could no longer rule as before but was “not a defeated enemy”. Neither side could impose, so the movement won the other side’s consent by guaranteeing the minority a stake: a government of national unity for a fixed term, posts shared by proportion of the vote, protected employment for the overwhelmingly white civil service. Slovo sold it to a furious base by insisting that a concession which looked like a trap was the price of a transition they could not otherwise force. The movement guaranteed the very people it had every reason to punish, because the guarantee was what made majority rule acceptable to them.

Two other things carried it. It was never only the party: the accord that opened the road was signed by the government and a wide front of unions and churches and civic bodies, far larger than the ANC alone. And Slovo understood the danger inside his own movement, warning that a leadership which hid the necessary compromises from its supporters would in the end be accused of selling out. The honesty was part of the strategy.

What Would Have to Be Given

Hold South Africa against the northern case and the way out takes a shape the party will not like, which is exactly why it is the way out and not another comfort.

First, the referendum is the finish line, not the starting gun, and it is run once. Everything the movement can control happens before the vote. A concrete, costed prospectus for what a new Ireland would be, its health service, its pensions, its constitution, its guarantees, is not a distraction from the campaign. It is the campaign, and it is the work the office leaves no time for, because the office rewards the daily performance of grievance over the slow labour of preparation.

Second, and this is the sunset-clause lesson, you win by guaranteeing the minority, not by outnumbering it. The one number in the northern polling genuinely moving in the right direction is not the headline unity figure, which is flat or falling. It is unionist consent: the willingness of unionists even to accept a result they would lose has begun, measurably, to rise. That is the South African mechanism showing its first Irish pulse, and it is the only variable that describes a durable yes. An offer addressed to unionists with real guarantees, of their institutions and their identity and their place, is not a betrayal of the objective. It is the only version of it that has ever worked anywhere.

Third, it cannot be the party’s possession. The South African transformation was carried by a front far wider than the ANC, and the northern unity project is understood, fatally, as Sinn Féin’s property. The party that fought the war cannot be the party that reassures the people it fought. A civic movement, cross-party and cross-community, holding the preparation and making the guarantees, is not a threat to the goal. It is the only vehicle for it.

Notice what every one of those three requires. Preparation over agitation, guarantees over numbers, a front instead of a party: each is the precise opposite of what the office rewards, which is administration and grievance, the daily holding of the base. The revolutionary became the custodian, and the custodian cannot prepare the revolution, because being the custodian is a full-time job.

The Front It Can Only Build of Itself

This is not a hypothetical, and to the party’s credit it is not asleep. In the middle of August, in An Phoblacht, Declan Kearney published the fullest statement of intent the unity project has produced in years, and it should be met as one. It names the Fleadh as proof the north has changed, invites unionists to join the debate, insists that Protestant and unionist people must have a fundamental influence in the creation and governance of a united Ireland, and calls for something concrete: a single forum in which, in his own phrase, all strands of “Irish national democratic opinion” would gather to deliberate, agree, and then speak as one on how to plan the transition. He models it, more than once, on the Hume-Adams initiative of the late 1980s.

Take it seriously and it is the first real attempt to do what the third lesson demands, to move the project beyond the party and formalise a shared position. And the honest objection is not that self-organisation is illegitimate. It is exactly what the liberation movement in South Africa did first: the Harare Declaration, the internal front, the unions and civics agreeing their own position years before they sat across from the regime. A movement is entitled to work out what it thinks before it negotiates. So far, Kearney is on solid ground, and an essay that jeered at a movement for organising itself would be a dishonest one.

The distinction is what the self-organisation is a step toward, and here the two roads part completely. In South Africa the movement’s own front was never, from within, a front of one community: the Congress tradition was non-racial by principle, so the voice that spoke already contained members of the minority it would later reassure. And that front was a prelude, not the venue. It gave way to a genuine multi-party negotiation, where the National Party and Inkatha and white interests sat as full parties with real standing, and to a peace accord the outgoing regime itself signed. The minority co-authored the settlement; it was not its audience. The single voice dissolved, deliberately, into a table where the other side could say no.

There is no second stage in Kearney’s account. The forum gathers, agrees, and speaks as one, and that single voice is offered to unionism from across a threshold, not worked out with unionism inside the room. Protestants are invited to the debate; the body that deliberates and decides is defined, in his own phrase, by the one tradition. And this is not a generosity he could add by inviting more people, which is the point that turns the whole essay. The ANC could hold the minority within its own ranks because its founding principle was a single non-racial people. Nationalism cannot hold unionists within a forum of national democratic opinion without dissolving the very thing unionism is, because unionism is precisely the refusal of that category. The boundary of the forum is not a failure of reach. It is structural. When the unity project sets out to build a front, the only front it can convene is a front of itself.

So here, at the level of the whole movement, is the cage one last time, and its deepest instance. The guarantee that would win, the one made with the minority at the table, cannot be issued by a party whose forum the minority stands outside by definition. The party that fought the war reaches, sincerely, for the front that wins, and its hand closes on a convention of its own tradition, chaired in its own paper, over its own president’s meetings, speaking with one voice that can only ever be its own. It has built the first half of the South African road and named it the whole journey. Not because Declan Kearney lacks the wit to see the difference, but because the office and the tradition that hold him leave no other front within reach.

The way out is real, then, and narrow, and no comparison is a template: South Africa was a demographic majority claiming power it was owed, and northern nationalism is not a majority, not yet anyway, and maybe not even soon. The path has been walked once, in far harder conditions than these, by a movement that guaranteed its enemy and prepared for years and made itself larger than a party. The keys are in Sinn Féin’s own hand. They have always been able to open the door out. What they cannot do, while the office holds them, is stop mistaking the warmth of the cell for the freedom of the house.

References

1. Jon Burrows, address to the Patrick MacGill Summer School, 25 July 2026 (“designed to exist, not to excel”). Reported in the Irish Times.

2. Gavan Reilly, “37% of the time, Stormont hasn’t existed,” The Journal, “Politics by Numbers” series, August 2026 (the 37% cumulative-suspension figure; the 2017 Rubicon framing).

3. Muiris Ó Súilleabháin, “Hope Springs Eternal,” The Pensive Quill, August 2026 (the incompetence reading; “the revolutionary has become the custodian”).

4. Sam McBride, Sunday Independent, August 2026 (competence as the “main problem”; discussed in Cedar Lounge Revolution).

5. Declan Kearney, “Time for a new initiative on Irish unity,” An Phoblacht, 14 August 2026 (the DUP indictment; the call for a single forum of “Irish national democratic opinion”; the Hume-Adams model; unionist and Protestant influence in a united Ireland).

6. Conor Murphy, remarks at Hillsborough, late July 2026 (institutions “precarious,” “wheels could come off”).

7. Michelle O’Neill, remarks on the DUP, 6 August 2026 (“anti-Irish,” “frustrating progress”).

8. John O’Dowd, 11 August 2026 (“no intent, plan or otherwise”).

9. Brian Feeney, Irish News, August 2026 (the “sense of powerlessness”; the conditional-re-entry proposal tied to publication of border-poll criteria).

10. A5 Western Transport Corridor: High Court ruling on Climate Change Act (2022) grounds, 2025; ministerial appeal.

11. ARINS / Irish Times North-South Survey (North 34% for unity, released February 2025); Institute of Irish Studies, University of Liverpool poll (June 2026, North 35.8%); the rising-unionist-consent finding, ARINS.

12. Quebec referendum, 30 October 1995 (49.42% Yes); Parti Québécois decline to 2022. Scottish independence referendum, 18 September 2014 (44.7% Yes).

13. Joe Slovo, “Negotiations: What Room for Compromise?” (African Communist, 1992), and the sunset-clause / Government of National Unity framework; the National Peace Accord, 1991.

Louth For Ever writes on Irish politics and constitutional change. Follow for analysis of Ireland’s democratic future as it’s constructed by those actually engaged in the work.

The Third Answer 🪶 Sinn Féin Isn’t Failing At Stormont 🪶 It’s Contained By It

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A Morning Thought @ 3238

Gary Robertson ⚽ Sometimes it pays to be frank, other times discretion is the better part of valour.
 
With the leagues underway the Premier Sports cup took centre stage this weekend. Some intriguing matches to look forward to, the “magic of the cup” had returned to our beautiful wee country for another season.
 
With both sides of the Glasgow, Edinburgh and Dundee divides playing and an Ayrshire derby to look forward to I really was looking forward to this weekend. It delivered but perhaps not entirely how I expected.
 
Friday night, and almost twelve thousand souls turned up to watch Premiership Kilmarnock face off against Ayr United of the championship. This is the Ayrshire derby. Two towns, Kilmarnock and Ayr separated by roughly fifteen miles, there’s much more than geographical location between the two in footballing terms. Kilmarnock having somewhat established themselves as a top flight club, Ayr have pushed and pushed for the dizzy heights of the SPL without success so far.
 
What transpired was a game to remember.
 
Both teams fielding strong sides it was Ayr who took the lead in the fifth minute with a goal from Dundee United loanee Owen Stirton. The home fans and team, rattled, it took them some time to get back into the match but back they came through Joe Hugill to equalise in the forty second minute. All square at the break.
 
The second half was barely three minutes old when the men from the “Honest Toon” as Ayr is known, went in front.  Honest Toon  - thanks to poet and dirty tax collector Burns who immortalised the place in his poem Tam O’ Shanter, a staple of Scottish education growing up. You went to school here you knew the poem inside out. Whether a poem with naked dancing witches is suitable for small children that’s a discussion for another day, but anyway back to the game. Forty eight minutes, Ayr back in front through Ross Taylor. 

The pendulum swung back in the seventy ninth minute when a Schjønning Larsen shot evaded Ayr’s keeper and restored parity. As the clock ticked round to 90 minutes extra time looked inevitable but in these situations there’s often a hero or a villain depending on your perspective. And the cruellest of cruel blows fell on eighty nine mins when Kilmarnocks’ Cleșcenco pounced on a mistake in goal by Ayr's Stone. The Moldovan slotted home to secure the home side's place in the next round. Ayr gave a grand account of themselves and this is one of those matches neither side deserved to lose. I’m not a Ayr United supporter but you felt it for them after putting everything into the game to lose it so cruelly, it leaves you shaking your head.
 
Saturday and as well as cup fixtures Leagues One and Two were in action. Hamilton of League One kept up their impressive start to the season. Three on the bounce and nine points from nine for Darian McKinnon's men with a four nil hammering of hapless Airdrie (Airdrieonians If you prefer).

Conversely, worrying times for Montrose who sit pointless at the bottom of the table on a minus nine goal difference, their latest defeat a 3-0 victory for Alloa. A much needed boast for Alloa fans who recorded their first victory of the season. Montrose without top goalscorer Taylor Sutherland, who coincidentally moved to Hamilton, already look like they’re in for a long season.
 
League Two, and a little tighter at the top with one point separating Elgin, Forfar and Clyde. All three managing victories with Elgin's 4-1 thrashing of Kelty Hearts the pick of the scores here.
 
Back to the Cup, and Aberdeen taking on Dundee in an all Premier clash, and Dunfermline facing off against lower league opposition in Ross county the day. I can’t insult your intelligence, these weren’t games of quality and the fact both games were 0-0 at the break tells you all you need to know.
 
Football really is a game of two halves, though, and second half we saw six goals,  in the end a comfortable 3-0 victory for Aberdeen and a shock in the other where plucky Ross county upstaged their hosts from the championship with a 2-1 victory. Not the last shock of the weekend. A bigger one to come.
 
Celtic travelled to Tannadice a ground they have struggled on recently to face a Dundee United team who always make home games difficult.
 
With trepidation in my heart, despite my online bullishness that Celtic would steamroller them, I sat down to watch the match. To say I had everything crossed is an understatement. I was nervous and prayer wasn’t helping calm me down.

The final score of an impressive 4=0 victory for the visitors is an injustice to United. Both teams played well but United without their talisman Will Ferry were simply less clinical in front of goal. With rattling posts and bar five times in the match, on another night they could easily have made Celtic work harder.
 
Without doubt the tie of the round and bearing in mind Rangers managed only a draw here at the opening of the season this makes Celtics rout look even more impressive. A game of high quality the Arabs (nickname for fans of Dundee United) know they will take plenty of points at home this season and could easily be challenging for third place in the league come April/May if they continue to work hard and play like this every match. They weren’t bad at all. The scoreline flatters Celtic somewhat but in the end a victory is a victory and let’s celebrate our progression.
 
In other matches Hearts demolished Inverness Caley 6-2 in a morale boosting victory.
 
Hibernian managed a 1-0 victory over Partick thanks to a solitary goal from Irishman Owen Elding - it was enough to progress.
 
Shock of the round came at Ochilview where Championship side Stenhousemuir stole it right at the end of extra time with a goal from Euan O’Reilly over Premiership Motherwell.
 
I’m clearly not a football manager, I’m just one man who tries to bring the excitement of Scottish football to the good folk of the Emerald Isle and beyond so far be it from me to question the tactics of any manager but for Motherwell to make eight changes they clearly underestimated their opponents and paid heavily for it. Expect more conviction in the Scottish Cup from the Steelmen. Congratulations to The Warriors (this being one of two recognised nicknames for the club, the other being the less than impressive Stenny) who progressed to the quarterfinals with another home tie against Hearts (full draw further down).
 
Motherwell granted have Conference League European football to look forward to but this was undoubtedly a game they expected to win. Panic shown later as first choice players were thrown onto the park in desperation but to no avail. A bitter pill swallowed.
 
Finally Ibrox and Derek McInnes' Rangers desperately in need of a victory faced a St Mirren side bristling with confidence. With just over 34,000 in attendance, whether fans are already voting with their feet or the fact the game was on TV, there were significant gaps in the stands. So much so that the cameras did their best to try and show only the crowd as little as possible.
 
When looking at the final score - a 5-1 victory for Rangers - you could be forgiven for thinking this was a game of high quality and a resurgent Rangers however it really wasn’t. Ad this is where it pays to be frank. St Mirren were awful yet still created chances. Rangers were only slightly better and but for a wonder strike from Dragojević, in fairness a thing of beauty, the other goals were preventable. Midfield lapses, defensive errors and a clear penalty (given, scored, then had to be retaken and missed) from St Mirren made this Rangers team look much better than they are.
 
Of course none of this matters in the context of the Cup as Rangers progress but I defy any Rangers fan to tell me they have confidence in this team.
 
A better team will rip them apart as already has been shown at home this season.
 
The draw was made shortly afterward and we have a Glasgow Derby to look forward to as Rangers face Celtic. The full draw is as follows:

Rangers v Celtic

Stenhousemuir v Hearts

Ross County v Hibernian

Kilmarnock v Aberdeen

Matches to be played 12 and 13th of September.

Before I go, for anyone interested, further Scottish football analysis can be found most evenings from 6pm on Clyde Super Scoreboard YouTube channel. If nothing else it’s fun to watch and listen to the callers. Some make excellent points, others just like a moan.

Anyway that’s it for another weekend. We have an international break coming up so I’ll find something to get annoyed about during that. As regular readers will know I’m not a huge fan of internationals. Being Scottish it’s rather like being on a diet and standing staring in a cake shop window. You can see the prize but you know ultimately you’re not going to it.

So whatever you’re doing be happy be safe and take care 👍

Til next time ……

🐼 Gary Robertson is the TPQ Scottish football correspondent.

Who Is This Frank You Speak Of?

Alex McCrory ✒ shares a brief thought on the desecration of a mural to Brendan Hughes.

I have been quietly observing the unsightly exchanges over the latest Brendan Hughes mural to appear in Belfast. 

His memory and legacy are being contested in the public arena by self-appointed defenders and detractors. 

I just wonder how much of this infantile behaviour has anything to do with the man himself: I would venture very little.

The real life Brendan Hughes was a private individual who shunned public attention. Unfortunately, he was not always allowed to sit quietly over a pint without being pestered for his thoughts on politics.

There are two things worth consideration here. Firstly, his opposition to the peace strategy evolved as he carefully analysed it's implications for the struggle. He once advised me not to act hastily before understanding the public mood: by public he meant the republican constituency.

Secondly, the process reached a point where he no longer supported the use of armed struggle in the context of the peace process. He felt there was no longer a desire for it on the ground. At the time,
I personally disagreed with him.

The Dark was a highly intelligent, complex individual with vast experience of the struggle. One did well to pay attention to what he had to say on important matters. 

Therefore, it is an insult to his memory to claim his legacy in order to advance a political argument. Even worse than this is to label him a tout in order to protect powerful political interests and reputations.

Behave yourselves!

Alec McCrory 
is a former blanketman.

Unsightly Exchanges

Alternet ★For over a decade now, the political movement of President Donald Trump has relied heavily on the support of American Christians. 

This is especially true of Evangelicals, roughly 80 percent of whom backed Trump in all three of his elections. But on Friday, one Christian writer asserted that the faithful who voted for Trump should take a closer look at their Bibles.

This is according to Martin Thomas Johnson, who wrote in the popular spiritual publication Patheos that the Bible has much to say about recent political news, and that Trump is a “Master” who no one should rush to serve. To Johnson, there is an important connection between the president’s ego, the Reflecting Pool debacle, and a wave of recent cyberattacks.

As Johnson explains:

This week there’s been a lot of news about U.S. Attorney Janine Pirro over the alleged vandalism of the reflecting pool. At first she was adamant that it was vandalism that damaged the pool after Trump’s nearly $16 million beautification project.

But then:

she did a 180 and dismissed four of the cases of vandalism … Once she realized there was no legal standing for the cases, she quickly disagreed with the president . . . 

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Christian Writer Lays Out Biblical Justification For Rejecting Trump

Barry GilheanyWhen the news hit the TV networks and social media outlets on Friday night . . . 

. . . of the death of Jason Arday, whose resignation from his academic post at Cambridge University had dominated the national conversation for the last week, I was struck by a blancmange of competing emotion not least because I had contributed to the conversation with my most recent article for TPQ.

I guess many others were as well. There was the instant shock and horror at firstly the premature death of someone who had occupied such a prominent place in the public eye and at the likely cause of it as suicide. Secondly there was a feeling of guilt, no matter how fleeting and transient, for having been critical of a black public figure who had been the recipient of such a vicious pile on from the right-wing media and activists due to the background to Jason Arday’s professorial appointment in Sociology of Education. 

The reactions of the prominent black academic Kehinde Andrews and Labour MP Bell-Ribeiro Addy who were personal friends on BBC2’s Newsnight accusing his detractors of hounding him to his death acted as further guilt triggers before the usual leftoid suspects inevitably got into the act with their robotic and performative outrage. But there was also the feeling of needing to reinforce the rational thinking side of our cerebral organs by at least holding our thoughts until the moment of reflection as called for by new Prime Minister Andy Burnham had passed.

So now that a full weekend has passed amid the acres of newsprint and social media clicks devoted to feasting upon the metaphorical carcass of this appalling affair, so cooler heads and wiser counsels can prevail. And among the lessons to be learned and reinforced is that multiple things can be right at the same time. The euphemistically termed ‘race realist’ background of Jason’s prime accuser; the nakedly “anti-woke”, read false meritocratic and colour blind agenda of the coverage of the controversy by the Daily Mail and Telegraph and the much cited plagiarism misdeeds of prominent white academics by Jason’s supporters does not negate the case for judicious inquiry into the circumstances of his appointment by Cambridge including his academic bona fides and the truth of his voluntary and charitable works. Indeed such a reckoning is of particular import for the tackling of structural racism within academe and to protect the scholarly integrity of BMAE academics who have felt the impact on their employment and personal security by the fall out of the Jason Arday tragedy. Indeed, the toxic consequences of DEI corporate woke and BLM lite culture which led to an appointment of a feel-good figurehead and poster boy for diversity who may well have been promoted beyond his capabilities has been laid bare by many commentators. Such US administrative culture imports merely blackwash the institutions that deploy them and are a tool for the maintenance for continuing race and class inequalities in the corporate world.

Yet another layer to the Jason Arday tragedy is his neurodiversity; he was diagnosed as being on the autistic spectrum. His friend and erstwhile Cambridge colleague Professor Simon Baron-Cohen of Cambridge Autism Research Centre fame has questioned whether the appropriate support mechanisms were put in place by his employer. If Cambridge University knew of his autistic spectrum condition at the time of his appointment, then surely under the Autism Act 2009 and the Equalities Act 2010 (which subsumed all previous disability discrimination legislation) they were under a legal duty to provide the reasonable adjustments at work to accommodate his neurodiverse (or neurodivergent) traits such as Access to Work, assistive technology or appropriate environmental or ergonomic facilities. If they did not, they are, in my opinion, guilty of criminal negligence or at least callously setting him up to fail. From personal experience, I know what being appointed to supervisory and resource management roles without the relevant experience can lead to – fear of exposure and failure leading to depression and then to possible suicidal ideation. It is for the promised inquiry by the Cambridge authorities to determine what type of mental health and workplace support was in place for Jason Arday; if his relatives and the wider court of public opinion find shortcomings in this regard then there is a case for a public inquiry with the power to make the appropriate statutory recommendations.

Alternatively was Jason Arday’s working life made so difficult in the full knowledge of his neurodivergence (ND) that he was forced out with the sweetener of a compromise agreement offering him a lump sum of money in return for no words or action by him regarding his employer? It is an experience that I went through; the most adverse effect was the provision of a bland reference which proved to be a major obstacle in getting even volunteer posts in the counselling/charity sector and which, in the long term, has scuppered my counselling career ambitions. My guess is probably not but we shall wait for the inquiry to give an answer. 

At what stage of his life, did Jason receive his ND diagnosis (es)? What provisions were in place during his transition periods in life (primary to secondary education, teenage to adulthood and from higher education to the world of work? Were aspects of his personality such as fondness of jokes and playing the classroom fool as noted by his contemporaries which are often camouflages or coping strategies used by NDs to avoid being “found out” not factored into any diagnostic outcomes? Could he therefore have been saved from himself and not set up for last Friday’s dreadful denouement?

For now, let Jason Arday rest in peace. He undoubtedly brought pleasure and happiness to his students and colleagues on the sports field and in the various charitable ventures he was involved in as well as to his parents, siblings, and wider family circle. He had his faults and foibles as all humans. Whether through predisposition or happenstance, he became trapped in a vector of a false and malevolent DEI corporate window dressing culture; targeted hostility from equally malevolent hue and cry media and woke hunters; the pressure of being a beacon of heroic black achievement destined to crash to earth and the absence of proper signposting to negotiate an unforgiving neurotypical world.

Barry Gilheany is a freelance writer, qualified counsellor and aspirant artist resident in Colchester where he took his PhD at the University of Essex. He is also a lifelong Leeds United supporter.

Reflections On The Death Of Jason Arday

Lynx By Ten To The Power Of Two Thousand And Sixty Five

 

A Morning Thought @ 3237

Gary Donnelly 🎤 In May this year I posted the comments below about the rise in sectarianism, young people and British policing.


I predicted that the lack of willingness to address the sickening rise in sectarianism and the dangers posed to our youth regarding this.

Events over the last few weeks have borne out predictions of increased sectarianism and the dangers of young people being sucked into such actions. You did not have to be a detective to see it. Unfortunately there is no appetite to try and deal meaningfully with this scourge. The recent removal of wood being stored in the Bogside for an annual bonfire by British colonial police has exacerbated the situation on the ground. This has not only infuriated young people in the area but a significant number of residents. Some of these residents were not supporters of the bonfire. The same happened a number of years ago when British police did a similar operation which again inflamed the situation. No lessons have been learned. This recent raid was designed to get a reaction from young people so that they can be vilified and demonised. It is important that they don’t fall into the sectarian trap set for them. In the words of one Fountain resident who I spoke to in the Bogside on Wednesday night after I was speaking to residents and young people about the PSNI operation and potential attacks on the Fountain,“ Gary the Prods didn’t take their wood.”

What needs to be called out is the lame excuse from the establishment and those politicians who swallowed it with blind acceptance and passivity.

Stormont minister Michelle O’Neil and local SDLP councillor John Boyle took to the airwaves parroting the establishment lines and demonising the youth. If this situation was so dangerous why were community leaders not engaged to deal with the specific issue beforehand. This has happened consistently in the past. 

The reality is that British policing has British agendas. Those who refuse call this out and continue to cheerlead for a discredited force are only adding to the problem. I am not a fan of bonfires but I wont be hypocritical as like many others did have involvement as a young person. Prohibition doesn’t work and selective prohibition reinforces the sectarian nature of the British establishment in the six counties. If this continues it is only a matter of time before some young person is killed. There needs to be meaningful dialogue to try and prevent this happening. It has to happen immediately and can't wait till July or August.

Gary Donnelly is an Independent Republican Councillor on Derry & Strabane Council.

British Policing Has British Agendas

Richard Wolff The whole world watches as China, Russia, and their allies square off against the US and whatever allies it retains.

Deeply divided by nationalism and deprived of its vast colonies by the last century’s catastrophic two world wars, Western Europe has been in decline ever since. 

Recently, that decline has become drastic and desperate as Western Europe falls ever further behind — economically, militarily, and politically — today’s two superpowers: the US and China. Mediocre and unpopular leaders reflect Western European decline. They bet and built their careers on accepting junior partner positions vis-à-vis the United States. 

But Europe’s decline now threatens to split Europe apart. Inside each nation, rich and powerful minorities use their social positions to sustain their wealth and power while the masses bear most of the burdens of decline offloaded onto them by the rich and powerful. 

The problems flowing from these cumulative developments are approaching points of social explosion. Despite the lessons taught by the two world wars, many Western European leaders once again provoke and prepare for a war, this time against Russia, notwithstanding the awful risks of nuclear weapons. One key question to ask: why is this happening?

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Why Europe’s Leaders Are Provoking War With Russia

Dr John Coulter ✍ I recently came across a post on social media lamenting now Sunday worship has become so diluted over the years.

This took me back to my Presbyterian upbringing in the north east Ulstger Bible Belt in the Sixties and Seventies and some of the supposedly unbreakable traditions and interpretations relating to the Biblical Fourth Commandment - remember the Sabbath Day to keep it holy.

Being a minister’s son, it was usually a ‘full-on’ day in terms of activities. The itinerary could be intensive - 10 am: opening devotions prior to the morning Sunday school or Bible class; Noon: morning service which lasted until about 1.20 pm; 3 pm, after lunch, there was an independent Sunday school, usually run by either the Brethren denomination or the Faith Mission movement in a hall; 7 pm: after the tea time meal, there was an evening church service of about an hour; 8.15 pm, while the adults would go to a late evening service hosted either by the Faith Mission, or the Christian Workers’ Union, us young folk would attend a Youth Fellowship event in a church hall, which lasted until around 10 pm.

There was to be no television watched on the Sabbath, apart from the BBC evening television news bulletin, so the World Cup soccer final was a real challenge as it was usually played on Sundays.

I recall the 1974 final between West Germany and Holland. It was billed to be an exciting showdown and it seemed I was bound to miss it. I needed a cunning plan.

By sheer good fortune, a Loyal Order annual divine service was taking place that afternoon in dad’s church and the speaker was the Rev Martin Smyth, then Grand Master of the Orange Order. My mum was rather bemused when I offered to help her with the post service refreshments in the Presbyterian Manse, but it meant I was able to skip the service.

Dad had a small black and white portable TV which I sneaked into the so-called ‘good living room’ where the refreshments would be served. A sitting room blanket was delicately placed over it and the TV set tuned into the match coverage with the sound muted.

I offered to bring in the cutlery and china plates and cups to the ‘good living room’ while mum prepared the sandwiches and tray bakes. She was so busy with these preparations that she didn’t notice I brought the cutlery and china in one knife or plate at a time! And it took me around five minutes to put each fork in its place!

By the time dad and Rev Smyth came to the room for their refreshments, I’d managed to see both halves of the final, but not the presentation ceremony.

But there is a saying - be sure your sins will catch you out. I told mum I couldn’t go to church for evening worship as I had a history test on the Monday and there was a documentary on World War Two on TV that would help me with my revision.

It was actually the 1949 war movie ‘Twelve O’Clock High’ starring Gregory Peck, about the American air force raids on Nazi Germany. It’s a great film which I still watch today even in my late sixties!

Unfortunately, mum arrived back in the Manse just as the closing credits were running and before I could get the TV switched off! When she checked the television schedule, she realised it was not a ‘documentary’ as I had told her.

The Bible was the only book to be read on the Sabbath; there was to be no revision of school books, unless there was an important exam to be sat on the Monday morning. Traditional Sixties and Seventies comics, such as the Victor or the Topper were banned on Sundays.

I recall getting a severe dressing down when visiting one of my chums’ home on a Sunday, seeing some comics sitting on a chair - and picking one up! Judging by the reaction from the mother, you would have thought I had tried to petrol bomb the house!

And there was to be no buying of sweets or chocolate on the Sabbath. During the summer months, instead of the youth fellowship, we would decamp to the coastal town of Portstewart for the annual convention tent mission.

This would be followed by a walk along the promenade. We once met some attractive girls from another church, but the dirty looks I got from fellow Christians were severe when I asked the girls if they would like me to treat them to an ice cream! Apparently you could be theologically Hell-bound for buying a 99 cone ice cream on a Sunday!

I’ve always been a horror movie fan and for a period of time, there used to be a Hammer Horror double bill on TV starting late on a Saturday evening and running into the early hours of the Sabbath.

Obviously I was not allowed to watch it mainly because it ran into Sunday morning, but also because my parents had received complaints that the minister’s son’s interest in horror films was a “bad example” to set to the other young people in the community!

As Sunday was an exceptionally busy day for my parents, it was always off to bed as soon as the BBC’s Match of the Day had finished. There would be no half hour watching of Hammer Horror until midnight!

So I devised a mind map of the creaky staircases in our Victorian Manse, waiting until my parents went to bed, and then silently made my way downstairs to the sitting room which contained our black and white TV.

I’d open the back door and bring in my pet miniature Shetland sheep dog called Pluto, and with both of us snuggled under a blanket and with the TV audio well turned down, we’d watch Dracula, the Wolfman, Frankenstein, monsters, aliens and zombies into the wee small hours of the Sabbath.

Mum and dad never suspected a thing, even when an elder mentioned to them about me constantly dosing off during the afternoon Sunday school! My late parents would be well into their eighties before I would finally confess about the Hammer Horror movie sessions in the Manse!

Given the increasingly secular society developing in Northern Ireland, I wonder if the Province’s Bible Belt will ever witness a return of the ‘gud auld dayes’ of traditional Lord’s Day observance we enjoyed in the Sixties and Seventies?

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Dr Coulter has been a journalist since 1978 and is currently a political commentator with GB News.

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