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Fortnight Publications Ltd.
Nativity StoreyAuthor(s): Mark StoreySource: Fortnight, No. 30 (Dec. 15, 1971), pp. 9-10Published by: Fortnight Publications Ltd.Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25543852 .
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FORTNIGHT 9
Shock Treatment
Martyn Ttorner
During the third week in October
Fortnight received, a letter which stated
that the power station at Ballylumford was
operating at one third of its capacity and
the the government wasn't telling
anyone about it and its inevitable
consequence - that there would be power
cuts this winter. We receive a fair amount
of information like this in our post. A lot
of it is, regrettably, such that it cannot be
checked, or verified, and therefore not
suitable for publication. The information
regarding Ballylumford was different,
however, as a detailed examination of Northern Ireland's electricity supply was
available from the Marsh Report. It was
clear from the figures within the report that any problem with supply from
Ballylumford would put the whole system in jeapardy. In the course of checking the
story we received confirmation from two
of the local papers that they had been told
that Ballylumford was in trouble and
that there was likely to be supply failure at
some time in the winter. They also, added
that the local papers were unwilling to
publish the story because, firstly, they didn't want the responsibility of increasing I.R.A. attacks on power stations and,
secondly, because publication of the story would do nothing more than give the
I.R.A. the satisfaction of knowing that their campaign
was meeting with success.
The arguments for publication centred around the theme that to be forewarned is to be fore armed.
Industry had already been given warning with the introduction of the government grants for standby generating.
No one had bothered to tell smaller industrial concerns, agricultural
enterprises or the private consumer. Many small enterprises, for example the rearing of day old chicks, are dependant upon a continuous power supply. With warning the domestic user, would be able to lessen the blow by getting in alternative sources
of lighting and heating for use in the event of an electricity break-down.
Following the appearance of the article 'In The Dark' in the issue of Friday 12th
November not one of the papers took up out point about the liklihood of cuts
despite the fact that the publication of the affair meant a lessening of their fear of having the responsibility of increasing I.R.A. sabotage. The only people who become interested in the story were the B.B.C. On Monday following the appearance of Fortnight the B.B.C. phoned to say they wished to do an item
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about the electricity situation. While this conversation was going on another could
be heard in the background, with the E.B.N.I. at the other end. The outcome
was that the E.B.N.I. said they hadn't read the article and would not comment until they had. A provisional scheme to record a 'confrontation' between Fortnight and the E.B.N.I. on the same evening
was thus postponed to give the E.B.N.I. time to study the text of 'In The Dark'.
In order to add a little more weight to our argument we spent the time doing
more checking on the story. Contact with three people produced three direct hits.
One person at present engaged on work at
Ballylumford, confirmed that there was a dire shortage of supply, but refused to say
more. An electrical engineer engaged
upon research at present said that one of the many problems was that after the outer casings of the damages boilers were
repaired it was discovered that the
damage was greater than at first feared.
Hairline fractures had been discovered in both the concrete and metal casings of the boilers. This meant that work had to start from the beginning again. Our third source said he thought everyone know about Ballylumford (!) and that the imminence of power cuts was common
knowledge. The B.B.C. did not contact us again.
The E.B.N.I., we learnt later, had said
that the matter was nothing to do with them and no other official agency was
willing to comment.
In the light of Mr. Faulkner's recent declarations about allowing the press to
print the whole truth etc. etc. this makes dismal reading. Nothing one can actually pin point but seemingly all along the line a
high degree of self censorship by the local news media. This is the second major case that had received no publicity at the time it most mattered. The water shortage was
inevitable as from June, yet no efforts to conserve resources or warn the public was
made until many months later when drastic rationing was imposed.
Since our article was published three
developments have taken place. On the debit side the Government has introduced
legislation to be given emergency powers in the event of any sort of supply failure of
essential services. Not concrete evidence but a little more smoke to go with the
generator grants scheme. On the credit side. . . we have had some quite harsh
weather conditions in the past two weeks. Conditions which often lead to over use of the power supplies, icy mornings and in
evenings. The electricity supply managed to survive these and this may be some slender hope that we will survive the
winter. Further the E.B.N.I. announced
that as there was less electricity being used at present they were going to raise the prices. If the drop in consumption is such as to guarantee continual supply throughout the winter then, for once, this
price rise must be welcomed.
Nativity
Storey Mark Storey
In this traditionally festive season,
thoughts turn to children and especially to the problems of childbirth ....
Having a baby in Ulster is a woman's
job; according to belief, the man is either an uninteresting, not particularly interested, partner to a pretty frequent
occurence, or is he is a disgusting irrelevance. Certainly when you bring
your ripe and fruitful womankind to the hospital, you might, more often than
not, just as well be dumping the dirty laundry. No time for fond farewells, and
strict segregation (sexual) in these lifts that whish the hapless females up into the skies of the top floor; husbands are instructed to 'wait here for the case'. Sure
enough, five minutes later, down CQmes the case, and you're sent off briskly, like a
naughty boy caught in flagrante delicto. They're a bit put out when you say you want to be there when it happens. Uood heavens, man, what will you suggest next. The usual formulae are trundled out with some pride: of yes, we're an efficient lot
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10 WEDNESDAY, 15th DECEMBER, 1971
here, you know. You've got to have your doctor's permission (and if I have my way you're not going to get it, says that rather assualted look. For goodness sake woman, I don't want to watch your baby popping out). Ah, but it's got to be in writing, in advance. A good ploy this : make sure the
game's nearly over, and then tell them the rules. If it's not in writing you're on a
sticky wicket. The only thing to do is to stand firm and resolute. Yes, he knows all about it, its been talked over (and how), he dosen't mind a bit (if I'm fool enough to want to be in at the kill). No, I haven't
got his written permission, I'm sorry, I shan't make the same mistake again
heavens, what am I saying?). I just want to be there when the baby's born (if you'll pardon the phrase). Compassion wins the
day. Come back in an hour and a half's
time; nothing can happen before then (you bet it can't don't you people ever learn:
I tlBgj) 1 the place is rife with rumours of babies
born on the floor and on the ward beds, with everyone miles away tra la).
Sure enough, upon returning to said
establishment, things are beginning to
happen. In no time at all it's all over; the
poor mite emerges, looking a bit the worse
for wear, and do you wonder with that big fellow yanking and tugging at him.
Another job finished, you can take your mask and boots off now (my word,
though, they do make you look rather
dashing). A quick look at the little
monster and he's carted off; no nice cup of
tea to revive man and wife after the
ordeal. Just wait for your grub, there'll be
some before night fall. Big deal. The good news is hearalded abroad (yes
another another boy; you mean you didn't know she was pregnant yes, I was there,
ring-side seat), euphoria subsidies and
implications impinge on your dulled brain.
Visiting is allowed, but only just. It tends
to be in the evening (husbands only) and
is rather a macabre ritual. It's almost fatal
to go in the daytime, unless you're cleric in which case you have free run of the place, and only the filthy habit of
breast-feeding can deter proselytising zeal. At night the poor unfortunates with their burdens of responsibility lurk, smoking, at at the corner, waiting for the magic hour when the door will open; they clutch at
selophaned flowers and fruit, chocolates,
magazines, all the flotsam and jetsam of a world they have just enlarged. Once in, it's a rather doleful stampede; the
respective womenfolk are either propped up in bed, or flitting around lightheadedlv, or dozing against the muddled blare of the
television, eyeing resentfully those blessed with a visit. Curtains are quickly drawn round the lucky ones, the presents offered and accepted and opened and munched and crunched, the wretched, frustrated
men getting in a quick slobber before the bell goes and hot chocolate comes round for the inmates. The infant screams in its cot. Oh, that's ours; it usually is.
After a week or so, you go and fetch the
laundry, now nicely cleaned up. But if
you're misguided, you proceed to claim
your Maternity Grant. This would be
quite amusing if you didn't actually want the money. The problems come when for some reason or other you need to make up
contributions. You fill in the forms and send them off. Back comes a letter telling you to write somewhere else. You do so,
and back comes a reply telling you to write to where you first wrote. You ring up, and are eventually told what to do; go to the nice little place in Fredrick Street behind the Co-op, and hand over the necessary stamps class 3. All will be well .
Said place is calculated to induce despair; if they have any money, which looks
doubtful, its unlikely that they're going to
part with it without a struggle. There is a
snag. You need written approval from the
people who told you to go there. But they told me to come here, and never said
anything about a letter. Ah, well, you need a letter. Of course, you could stick the
stamps of that card you've got there. But it wouldn't do you much good. You see
(the plot thickens, constructioning obstacles), you see, Class 3 stamps, which
you've paid through the nose for, won't
do; you can only make up the
contributions with Class 1 stamps. And since you were not employed in that in that period, that would be illegal; in
addition, the cost (exorbitant) would
outweigh the advantages of the grant, and
you'd be running the risk of arrest as well Ho ho ho what a joker this fellow is.
Dejected you write to the head office
again, explaining all. No reply. You write
again. No reply. Time is running out. You
ring up, and are told that you and your wife don't exist. However, we'll see what
can be done. Then, out of the blue, the
money comes in the post from Newcastle on Tyne. You can get back to the nappies. The Min. of Health and Soc. Sec. loves
you after all.
SIDELIMES
Good
Newes
The papers and the media are always under attack these days for providing an undiluted diet of gloom and despondency It is not all their fault, of course. No-one has yet suggested that the Irish News or the Belfast Newsletter has moved from
simple distortion of the news to actually arranging for things to happen the way they want them to. But the critics have a
point. A lot of the news could be
presented in a more cheerful way. Like this perhaps: 'Last week's visit by the
Minister of State, Dr. Newe, to Newry was considerabl e success. Three quarters of those involved enjoyed a splendid
Turkey Dinner in the Hotel Ballroom, leaving only a small minority protesting
outside in the rain. And some of those were observed to make off for a quiet drink as the evening progressed. A fine time was had by all! Or this perhaps: 'During the month of November almost
half a million Ulster men and women kept at their jobs; a mere 40,000 were out of
work. This was less than half the adjusted figure for the Republic of 94,000 (including underemployed farm workers). It all depends how you put things, doesn't it? Or does it?
For the past six months the Ministry of Defence have been denying the presence
in Northern Ireland of the SAS, described
by some observers as the british
equivalent of the Green Berets. Reports of their activities within Northern Ireland,
especially with regard to special interrogation techniques at Holywood
Barracks, have been published from time to time. A small but steady flow of informationon the techniques and
personnel of the SAS has appeared in the
following journals; Irish Press, Private
Eye, Sunday News, Hiberia and the Irish Times. Nevertheless despite these reports they, officially, are not operating in
Belfast. So where are they not housed when they're not doing what they don't do in the Palace Barracks? No one, of course,
knows, how can they since they aren't here. Visitors to the Northern Ireland Tourist Board offices in River House, High Street, however, are advised to make sure they go into the proper offices. A visit
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