'If today,' writes Eamonn McCann, 'the Lord Chief Justice were appointed as a one-person tribunal to inquire into a major political problem affecting Ireland, there would be a rattle of empty laughter throughout the land.' That, he says, is a 'measure of how far the British judiciary has fallen in esteem over the last twenty years'. There was absolutely no laughter twenty years ago when Lord Chief Justice Widgery was appointed to investigate the killings by the British Army of 13 demonstrators on the streets of Derry on Bloody Sunday, 30 January 1972. Most people in Derry probably regarded the appointment of the very top judge as a sign of respect. They were impatient with sceptical references to the fact that Widgery was a former Army officer, not to say a Freemason, that he arrived in Derry in an Army helicopter and stayed in Army barracks. He was, to all appearances, a kindly old gentleman, well-versed in the law, listening courteously to the civilian witnesses who flocked to tell him their story. The analysis and narrative in this, Eamonn McCann's second book, is interweaved with interviews with relatives of the Bloody Sunday dead. But the book's central thrust is a clinical and almost embarrassing demolition of Lord Justice Widgery's report.

LRB 26 March 1992 | PDF Download