Paisley Dead? Never! Never! Never!

Malign influence departs

Paisley has gone to his eternal reward or his eternal retribution — cross out whichever you think doesn’t apply.

No doubt he’ll find himself in a place full of papists, sodomites and playgrounds that open on Sundays, and no doubt he’ll set about changing things, wherever he happens to be.  But he might find that the locals aren’t so keen on a bug-eyed loudmouth trying to shout them down just as, in the end, even the loyalists grew sick of him.

Where are you leading us, Ian? asked an exasperated PUP ex-gunman as the Reverend Paisley protested outside Stormont against the Good Friday Agreement.  Where indeed?  Where did he ever lead them but on pointless marches against other working-class people like themselves, civil rights, against agreements, against peace?

That man stirred up sectarian hatred wherever he went while at the same time hypocritically denouncing those he called terrorists, but never speaking out against the vileness of the UDA and the UVF.

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Even though his fears of Popery were well-founded, as we saw south of the border with the grip of the Catholic clergy on health and education,  Paisley seemed quite unaware of how ludicrous his own position was.  A clergyman in a parliament loyal to a hereditary monarch was denouncing the Republic as a theocracy even though not a single priest had ever been elected to public office.

It doesn’t matter that Paisley had a reputation as a good constituency worker who represented all his constituents without regard to religious affiliation.  It doesn’t matter that in private he was known as a courteous and considerate individual.   It doesn’t matter that he joined the Chuckle Brothers in the dimming of his years.

The fact is that Paisley was a two-faced, attention-seeking  hypocrite, who would privately shake your hand and wish you well, before stepping on stage and slipping into character, stirring up hatred against you and your kind.   He was in the final analysis, an unprincipled ham-actor, driven by religious insanity like so many of the Catholic ideologues we still have south of the border.  I’ll give him no credit for his part in the peace process.   He opposed it all the way and only joined in when he calculated that there was glory to be had.

For Paisley’s sake, I hope there is an afterlife so that he’ll be able to see what a malign, poisonous influence he exerted on this island, north and south, but I can’t mourn this man’s passing.


12 thoughts on “Paisley Dead? Never! Never! Never!

  1. he made the Peace Process possible.

    What I can’t understand is that back in the 90’s he was all ulster says no” and then he in explicability changed his tune to yes. Shame we have to wait for the release of the state papers in 30 or so years to find out what really went on

    I have a few ties and a natty pajaymas from his collection

  2. Actually the injustice of the likes of Paisley and Apartheid South Africa got me interested in law. As for “Big Ian”, he was an uneducated Demagogue – a great word from the Greeks, one who is ” A rabble-rouser , a political leader in a democracy who appeals to the emotions, fears, prejudices, and ignorance of the lower classes in order to gain power and promote political motives”..that for me sums up Ian Paisley with the fake doctorate…just one note I would like to add , now that he is being hailed as a “Statesman”…back in 1972, when I was a young man, my late parents took in 2 small children from Belfast who house was burnt out by Paisley’s bully boys…I will never forget the fear of those kids who were about 8 or 9 at the time and this is the image I have of what he stood for…the narrative of course forgets the little people in history…. I am glad there is no after life…

  3. There is none of the usual RIP from my side. Unlike many others in those years when he preached fire and brimstone he apparantly died a peaceful death at old age. I do begrudge him that.

    However, I actually met him when I travelled the North before moving there for a while. And when travelling I want to see and experience everything.

    So up I went to his churchy thingy in Ravenhill Road in Belfast to join one of his, eh, what do you call it, worships or whatever.

    Now as a non-Irish person I was kindly admitted by the saintly bouncers, had to give my name (no ID though) and was hoping for a holy-moly show.

    The huge place was nearly empty. Old geezers slumbering in the pews, old ladies with hats looking eager at me, the youngish newcomer.

    On it went. After much Hallelujah and Praise The Lord or such like an old man came to the, well, pulprit, said (to my mortification) Hello Carry, welcome in the folds of the Lord, and started to talk absentmindedly about his mother and family and whatnot.

    Couldn’t make sense of it, because the old man talked very softly and I was distracted by the old lady beside me who was more interested about me, my story and her sunday roast.

    I finally asked her, when does Paisley come to speak. Oh, she said, that is Mr. Paisley up there. Have you seen the Botanic Gardens? Lovely place on a sunday.

    Ian Paisley, in real life and in my experience, was a complete bore. He only lived up when cameras flashed and when there was a stage with more of a public than the few sad old parishioners in his preaching hall.

    He gave the impression that “the Lord” is somewhere out there but only worth a mention when he could use him to agitate brainless people to kill and hate. A power trip, nothing else. But otherwise a media-feeder who would have preached anything as long as he can feel like a big man.

    What he did to Ireland and the North is despicable. But what he did to me at this Sunday in the mid-nineties is utterly unforgivable: He bored me to death.

  4. In the mid-1980s I was staying with friends near the magnificent Ormeau Park in the leafier streets of South Belfast. The Martyrs Memorial Church was about seven minutes walk around the corner from my friends’ home, so on a Sunday morning I toddled along to the 11 o’clock service to satisfy my curiosity. I was greeted at the doorway porch by two smiling burly gentlemen, who shook hands in greeting and asked where I came from. I mentioned a rural county in the midlands of Eire. The service itself lasted an hour and the sermon, delivered by the great man of God himself, lasted about twenty minutes. He had flown back the previous evening from attending the House of Commons. The theme of his sermon was Fear Not. He quoted from a Bible passage with the words ‘fear not’ several times. As he occasionally paused for breath members of the congregation chanted “…and the people say Amen.” Cassette tape recordings of this and previous sermons were available to purchase, he announced at the beginning of the service. I didn’t buy one, but being a decent law-abiding christian I put a one pound coin in the collection plate when it was passed around. The congregation sang several hymns with practised melody and harmony. They were all conservatively dressed, the ladies wearing unfashionable hats. I wore a tie as an ecumenical gesture, but didn’t utter that heretical word to anybody. I diplomatically remembered not to genuflect or kneel before the non-existent altar tabernacle too. Having read Margaret Mead I tended to be culturally sensitive. Having a southern accent I tended to diffident silence in Belfast public places. I went straight back to my friends and quaffed a glass or two of wine with lunch.

    Today in September 2014 I can say that I Fear Not. I learned that spiritual insight from the great man.

  5. Well he had all the appeal of an Ulster Protestant type Rush Limbaugh, the religious sophistication of the Wesboro Baptist and the political savvy of Jackie Healy Rae. May his corpse find comfort? in the Co Down freezing grave where he will go after the made up ceremonies of his make believe church.
    Britain and Ireland’s sordid political settlements, backroom deals, treachery and finally the “agreement” by the only party with real power at the table to impose sectarian states north and south of the border spawned these post British colonial monster. We produced many and continue to do; our Arch Bishop Mc Quaid must be our equivalent monster but that title has so many contenders..
    These monsters believed in Church states outside of the Island of Ireland and as such had Ireland and its peoples interest as a very low priority in their chain of allegiance.

    Frank Fitzgerald

  6. Great piece Bock and spot on.

    I dont agree with Robert that “he made the peace process possible”. I think he opposed it until he saw that it was in his interest to join it.

    Very good article in The Telegraph by Ruth Dudley Edwards

    Here is a quote from it:
    “A thundering bigot and a force for ill almost all of his life, he was never targeted for assassination by the IRA leadership because they were smart enough to realise he was their best recruiting sergeant.”

  7. I was always very uneasy about Rev.Ian Paisley. I liked him for his uncompromising stand on a number of religious issues and the way he didn’t seem to mind who liked him and who didn’t but I always felt put off by him more often than not.

    I never met him myself but I was a long time friend of a Baptist minister who knew him and he felt the same as myself. “Ian HAS inspired rioting and I could never go along with him over that. The ministry is essentially a peaceable calling”. is roughly what I recall my friend telling me.


    you’ve put into very eloquent words my feelings on this prize wanker!

    I know it’s bad form to speak ill of the dead, especially before the actual funeral, BUT I wish the politicians would say nothing rather than some of the shite we are hearing from the SF faithful, and others, about how wonderful his contribution was the peace process.
    It proves yet again that most politicians will say anything if they think there is a vote in it!

  9. I remember him outside the house in Ballymony where the 3 Quinn kids were burned alive in an arson attack. He was in front of the cameras , deploring the crime. Paisly and his ILK stirred up these arsonists who were really pissed off about not being allowed to parade down a particular road and then he arrives for the camera opportunity to condemn their murderous act. “A protestant State for a Protestant People!!” Yes, the world would be better without he likes of him, but unfortunately , there will always be religious supremacist bigots.

  10. Bock,

    There was a good vox pop by Henry McKean on the Moncrieff show on Newstalk about Paisley on Monday. He was in East Belfast and even among the Protestant community he was a divisive figure. About half of them said that he his demagoguery led many into Loyalist paramilitaries and from then onto prison while he washed his hands of them.

    Also re the Quinn children Patsy McGarry on the same programme said that Paisley addressed the crowd at Drumcree directly after coming from visiting the Quinn house in Ballymoney. Paisley said that he knew the family and that the attack definitely wasn’t sectarian, and asked why was the death of every catholic considered sectarian? Then he started to give out about the media saying that it was all their fault! McGarry said he was genuinely fearful for his safety at the time.

  11. Does anymore remember Paisley’s convenient “slip of the tongue” during the interview ? – as in , “This was a republican …em…. Repugnant act …..”

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