The story is a sadly familiar one. A young girl comes forward, supported by her Mother, to detail the sexual abuse which her Father has inflicted on her since the age of four years old. It is the detail of how this information was handled by the authorities which have taken this from the realms of ’sad but not unheard of’ to plumbing new depths of treachery, cynicism, and a desire for political power that surpasses all accepted boundaries of justice.
The young girl was Aine Tyrell, not a name that would make you sit up and pay attention, until you learn that she is Gerry Adams’ niece. The abuser was her Father, Gerry Adams’ brother, Liam. Gerry Adams has known of this abuse for many years, 20 in fact, and never doubted that it was true, but it was only last night, secure at his pinnacle of political power, that he felt able to speak out and support his niece.
There are all sorts of bad things here, but really the most shameful is Adams's top-like spinning of the situation: only releasing a statement when his niece has gone public having not done anything about flagrant incestuous child abuse. He could have reported his brother to the police, he could have told his brother to stop, he could have had his brother knee-capped, he could have had his brother killed and made it look like an SAS operation. There are probably other options I could think up if I had slept properly last night.
But now the full story is coming out, he rushes out a press release to limit the damage and "spoil the story". He also shamefully tries to defend his brother by saying that his dead father was a child abuser -- although somehow he didn't know about that till he was 50.
In this shameful attempt at garnering some sympathy, he comes out with this gem:
"So you have to look after the living as opposed to the dead," he said.
Pity you didn't look after your niece, you utter cunt.