Bloody Sunday Page #12

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Now, the main point

I want to make is

that have I seen nothing today

that reflects in any way

with discredit on our forces

who have behaved, as ever,

with restraint

and, I believe,

great professionalism.

So, please, uh, convey my thanks

to the men, Pat.

Uh, you, of course, will be

in charge of the inquiry...

um, issues of timing,

when the Paras went in,

things of that nature.

Uh, my role on the day,

of course

was purely as an observer.

Have you anything to add?

No, sir. No.

Congratulations.

The war against the IRA

will go on.

Thank you, gentlemen.

If you want me, sir,

I'll be out here.

Thank you, Michael.

If you just give us a moment.

People... people, please.

People, please, could you

just give us a moment?

If you just have a seat quietly

for a moment

we'll issue you

with a full statement presently.

And we will take

some questions afterwards

if you'll just please bear

with us.

Just have a seat there

for a moment.

Thank you.

Uh, this afternoon, 27 people

were shot in this city.

13 of them lie dead tonight.

They were innocent.

We were there.

This is our Sharpeville.

This is our Amritsa Massacre.

A moment of truth

and a moment of shame.

And, uh, I just want to say this

to the British government:

You know what you've just done,

don't you?

You've destroyed

the Civil Rights Movement.

And you've given the IRA

the biggest victory

it will ever have.

All over this city tonight

young men, boys...

will be joining the IRA

and you will reap a whirlwind.

Mr. Cooper, what do you say

to those people

that might be joining

and what message do you want

to give to them?

I feel very ill-equipped

to do any preaching to them

after today.

The names of the dead are

as follows:

Patrick Joseph Doherty,

age 31...

Gerard Vincent Donaghy,

age 17...

...John Francis Duddy, age 17...

Hugh Pius Gilmore, age 17...

...James Gerard McKinney, 35...

William Anthony McKinney, 26...

Kevin Gerard McElhinney,

age 17...

...Bernard McGuigan, 41...

Michael Martin McDaid, 20...

Michael Gerald Kelly, 17...

...William Noel Nash, 19...

James Patrick Wray, 22...

John Pius Young, 17.

Have the families of the dead

been informed?

They have... they have been,

uh, notified at this point, yes

and, uh...

Actually, gentlemen

I think that probably

the best thing is

we adjourn just for a moment.

We have some distressed people.

So if we can have a little

sensitivity just until we...

I think we can, uh...

Wait until you get outside.

She was saying, "Where's Jack?"

Wait till you get outside.

Don't say anything

till you get outside.

I'm sorry,

can you just step aside

for one minute, please?

What am I going to say

to Barney's family?

There is nothing you can say.

What am I going to say

to Barney's kids?

There's nothing

any of us could say.

...yourselves.

You all saw it.

You saw it, you saw it.

And I would say...

I would say to yourselves

to British journalists

go home to your people,

to your government

and tell your people

what was done in their name

on the streets of Derry today.

The paratroopers

moved in last night

and waited in the streets

of Derry to mow us down.

And I would just like

to say this on behalf of us

the families of the victims

and the victims

that we will not rest

until justice is done.

A song I hope one day

never to have to sing again.

Oh... oh...

I can't believe the news today

I can't close my eyes,

make it go away

How long?

How long must we sing this song?

How long? How long?

Tonight we can be as one

Tonight

Broken bottles

under children's feet

And bodies strewn across

a dead-end street

But I won't heed the battle call

It puts my back up

My back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody Sunday,

Sunday, bloody Sunday

And this battle's yet begun

There's many lost,

but tell me who has won?

The trenches dug

within our hearts

And mothers, children,

brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody Sunday,

Sunday, bloody Sunday

One, two, three, four!

How long?

How long must we sing this song?

How long? How long?

Tonight we can be as one

Tonight

Tonight, tonight,

tonight, tonight

Edge, go!

How are you?

How are you?

You heard of

Amnesty International?

Well, they've heard of you.

And they know.

They know all about you.

Sing this...

for Belfast, for Derry...

for Beirut, for Nicaragua.

After me, sing.

No more! Sing!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No more!

No one

No one

No more

No more

No one, no more!

Wipe your tears away,

wipe your tears away

Wipe your bloodshot eyes

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Wipe your tears away

Sunday, bloody Sunday,

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday

We are so stinkin' mad!

And it's true we are immune

When fact is fiction,

TV reality

And today the millions cry

We eat and drink

while tomorrow they die

The real battle just begun

We'll claim the victory,

for Jesus' sons, yeah

Sunday, bloody Sunday,

Sunday, bloody Sunday...

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday,

Sunday, bloody Sunday

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