State Violence by Raymond Murray Page A
Authors: Raymond Murray
Tags: General, History, Europe, Political Science, Great Britain, Ireland, Political Freedom & Security, Human Rights, IRA, Civil Rights, Politics and government, Northern Ireland, Political Prisoners, british intelligence, collusion, State Violence, paramilitaries, British Security forces, loyalist, Political persecution, 1969-1994
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realise that if I had done anything wrong that the best thing to do at that stage would be to tell it, to make an open confession and that an open confession at that stage would maybe even guarantee my release. They told me that in any event, that if I had fringe involvement with terroristsâ activities in Ennniskillen that in the courts they would be extremely lenient on me, firstly because the offences were so long back and, secondly, that the involvement would have been so little anyway that I would get a very small prison sentence. The prison sentence, of course, would be halved because the offences were committed before a certain date, and I would also gain remission, which means that I would be away from my wife and children for a period of two or three years.
They also told me, of course, that, if I didnât take this course and that I was later on found to be involved in more serious offences, like murder, that there would be nothing else for it but for me to do a prison sentence for approximately thirty-five years; I would not see the outside world in that period, and went on to explain that I should understand what the outside world would be like in thirty-five years, and how I would not be able to adapt myself to a community then.
They then went on quite a religious theme to point out that the Lord looks for his sinners to repent and that this was the time to repent and, if I was willing to confess that I was doing so at the hand of God, that that was the proper thing he wanted me to do and that, if I went to my grave with the offences that the file told them that I had allegedly committed, well then I would have nothing but damnation for the rest of eternity. Again, after four hours of this, it didnât seem to have any effect, so therefore they brought me back to my cell and there I was brought my tea.
Neither Mr ... nor Mr ..., nor the third man I have just described, physically assaulted me or ill-treated me at any time. My recollection of Mr ... is a man of ... My recollection of Mr ... is a man ... My tea was again something in the line of a fried egg, sausages and beans. I tried to eat as much of the egg as possible and as much of the food as possible because I felt that I needed strength. From the way that the previous two interviews had gone, I felt that they were going to put a terrible strain on me to admit to something that I had nothing to do with.
Third interrogation
After tea I was then taken back again to room five. This time the gentlemen there, whom I didnât know, were very angry at the fact that I hadnât accepted the help that the previous people had tried to give me, that they were really doing their best for me, and I was flying in the face of help by not accepting what they were doing for me. One got to the stage that he would shout at me several times that he knew I was involved, he knew I was a murderer, he knew I was a terrorist, and he knew I was leading all the terrorists and young boys astray. He felt I was a top man in the Provisional IRA and if so from here on I was going to be cracked. He had about two and a half hours or more at this sort of thing. He was disgusted at the end of his interrogation and he again brought me back to my cell. He told me on my way back that I would rue what I had done. The man who conducted this interview was very similar in description to Mr ... He did not physically assault or ill-treat me at any time.
It was during this interview that I heard at least three other people receiving physical abuse as walls shook and I heard people shouting in the room adjoining the one I was in, in the one opposite the one I was in, and in a room some distance away. People were evidently being bashed against the walls and doors, and receiving other ill-treatment which caused them to cry out and roar. I was told by my interviewer not to pass any remarks as this sort of treatment was not for me. I wasnât ten minutes back in my room when a
They also told me, of course, that, if I didnât take this course and that I was later on found to be involved in more serious offences, like murder, that there would be nothing else for it but for me to do a prison sentence for approximately thirty-five years; I would not see the outside world in that period, and went on to explain that I should understand what the outside world would be like in thirty-five years, and how I would not be able to adapt myself to a community then.
They then went on quite a religious theme to point out that the Lord looks for his sinners to repent and that this was the time to repent and, if I was willing to confess that I was doing so at the hand of God, that that was the proper thing he wanted me to do and that, if I went to my grave with the offences that the file told them that I had allegedly committed, well then I would have nothing but damnation for the rest of eternity. Again, after four hours of this, it didnât seem to have any effect, so therefore they brought me back to my cell and there I was brought my tea.
Neither Mr ... nor Mr ..., nor the third man I have just described, physically assaulted me or ill-treated me at any time. My recollection of Mr ... is a man of ... My recollection of Mr ... is a man ... My tea was again something in the line of a fried egg, sausages and beans. I tried to eat as much of the egg as possible and as much of the food as possible because I felt that I needed strength. From the way that the previous two interviews had gone, I felt that they were going to put a terrible strain on me to admit to something that I had nothing to do with.
Third interrogation
After tea I was then taken back again to room five. This time the gentlemen there, whom I didnât know, were very angry at the fact that I hadnât accepted the help that the previous people had tried to give me, that they were really doing their best for me, and I was flying in the face of help by not accepting what they were doing for me. One got to the stage that he would shout at me several times that he knew I was involved, he knew I was a murderer, he knew I was a terrorist, and he knew I was leading all the terrorists and young boys astray. He felt I was a top man in the Provisional IRA and if so from here on I was going to be cracked. He had about two and a half hours or more at this sort of thing. He was disgusted at the end of his interrogation and he again brought me back to my cell. He told me on my way back that I would rue what I had done. The man who conducted this interview was very similar in description to Mr ... He did not physically assault or ill-treat me at any time.
It was during this interview that I heard at least three other people receiving physical abuse as walls shook and I heard people shouting in the room adjoining the one I was in, in the one opposite the one I was in, and in a room some distance away. People were evidently being bashed against the walls and doors, and receiving other ill-treatment which caused them to cry out and roar. I was told by my interviewer not to pass any remarks as this sort of treatment was not for me. I wasnât ten minutes back in my room when a
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