Christopher Owens ✍ “The grist that curtails will make us strong/And you'll be dead before I'm born/Puh!” - The Fall
31st August.
A memorable date for a variety of reasons: the terror of knowing that summer was over and that a new term of school was coming up still takes up space in my psyche around this time. It’s also a time whenever Seasonal Affective Disorder can kick in for many.
However, two anniversaries occur on this date that, for many, helped to shape the world we currently live in.
On this day 32 years ago, it was announced that the Provisionals had declared a ceasefire.
I vividly recall the euphoria and mistrust in the air. We were in uncharted terrain. Looking back at the process that began in October 1982 and would only be concluded in July 2005, this was a major milestone that had come about through sheer bluff and deception on the part of Gerry Adams whose personas of 'man of war' and 'peacemaker' became a high wire balancing act and, remarkably, he pulled it off while avoiding a major split within the IRA (although he was nearly deposed during an IRA convention in 1996).
Was it worth it?
For republicans, it meant they could call the Provos an undefeated army (although how they square that with British rule still in place is a different matter). For loyalists, it meant that they were still British (although the next 30 years would throw up many an ideological quandary that haunts them today). For the ordinary people, it was the first step on a road to normality that is not finished but does at least offer a way forward.
In some ways, globalisation has now given the situation in this country a wedge that has pushed both sides even further apart: nationalism/republicanism (generally) has gone Eurocentric while unionists/loyalists (generally) has gone in a Brexit style direction. Both of these, combined with a decaying infrastructure, loss of common bond within communities, disconnect between elected representatives and the voters and stagnant wages, has added an extra layer of gunpowder onto a tinderbox (as we saw in Belfast a few months ago).
But the road to peace must continue.
Undoubtedly a preventable death given an added layer of sordidness thanks to the knowledge that paparazzi snapped pics of the aftermath without offering assistance, it was undoubtedly a shock to wake up that morning and hear the news.
However, what was unprecedented was the public display of mourning which veered into mass hysteria. Even William and Harry have talked about feeling bewildered at what was unfolding.
Of course there were other factors at play, ones that you could trace from Gazza's tears at the 1990 World Cup. With the fall of the Soviet Union, the launch of the Premier League, Britpop, the rise of New Labour, the pre-millennium optimism and the 'end of history' euphoria that would be further emphasised by the IRA ceasefire arguably contributed as well. Britain was seemingly ready to throw off the shackles of its recent past and wanted to party like it was 1966 but at the same time demonstrate that the old stoicism was gone, to be replaced by emotional vulnerability.
Thus, the caring 90's was born.
And Diana fitted in perfectly: a wronged woman who was seemingly going against the aloof and staid royal family by not only divorcing but also with her choice of partners. Don't believe me? Bea Campbell wrote of Diana’s Panorama interview that, to the ‘chagrin of the establishment’, Diana had:
joined the constituency of the rejected – the survivors of harm and horror, from the Holocaust, from the world war and pogroms, from Vietnam and the civil wars of South America and South Africa, from torture and child abuse.
Mourning her death not only allowed you a chance to have a pop at the royals but also show just how much of a good person you are. And woe betide anyone who dared step out of line with the prevailing sentiment.
This included the likes of:
🔴Private Eye, with Ian Hislop later told The Independent that “The fact is that is that this supposed deep grief expressed itself in terms of self-righteousness.”
🔴Christopher Hitchens, who described the whole thing as being fuelled by “…a deferential mass media that became an echo chamber and feedback loop to the blubbering classes.”
🔴Fabio Piras, who was attacked by a former builder because he stole a teddy bear from outside the palace. The builder was later quoted as saying that he “…did it for Diana. She was the Queen of everyone's hearts. How dare he come over and do this.''
All these years later, seeing a defanged Sinn Fein get upset by Andy Burnham’s comments re. a border poll while celebrating Kieran Nugent and downplaying reports they had defaced a mural for Brendan Hughes, I can’t help but marvel at how the revolution has gone.
Likewise, seeing various politicians and political commentators use the suicide of Jason Arday as an opportunity to batter their enemies and regulate the press goes to show how dissenting voices are needed now more than ever.
August 31st. The end of summer but also the beginning of post-truth.






















