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Through the Looking Glass: Remembering the Dublin/Monaghan Bombings, May 17, 1974 By Gerald A. Regan Still, the Republic is peaceful, except . . . at moments when someone (either British secret service or Protestant Loyalist) has decided that the South should be reminded that the terrorist shouldn't have any sympathizers anywhere. Bloody Friday, May 17, 1974. Terrorist bombers turned the center of Dublin into a bloodbath. . . . I'll always remember that night distinctly as my first brush with death." – "Reflections on Eire," Ruby Magazine (Duke University, Durham, N.C.), October 1, 1974 I studied Modern British and Irish history in Trinity College, Dublin, from October 1973 to June 1974, taking a year of study abroad before returning to Duke University to finish my bachelor's degree. During my nine months in Dublin, I spent as much time in wandering as I did in studying, taking delight in walking the city's time-worn streets. On May 17, 1974, a day I hazily remember as overcast, I spent some time in Trinity's Lecky Library, I suspect finishing up research papers. I can't recall if I had my bicycle with me that day, though I may well have since a citywide strike had shut down bus service. The author, far right, with Trinity College classmates in TCD's Buttery Bar in November 1973. After emerging from the library, perhaps to head home to my digs in Glasnevin, I must have passed through the common and through the dark portal of the western gate about 5:20 p.m., and made my way up College Green, past the Bank of Ireland and its faded grandeur, and then up Westmoreland Street to O'Connell Bridge. I had crossed the bridge and entered Bachelor's Walk, heading toward the GPO, when I heard a boom behind me. I turned to see smoke emerging as if from Trinity, forming a distinct mushroom-shaped cloud, reminiscent, I thought immediately, of those given off by the nuclear explosions I'd seen in pictures, but much, much smaller. I thought, still oblivious to its portent, the cloud seemed remarkably similar to those. TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE MAY 17, 1974 BOMBINGS Dublin-resident Ruairi Lynch has produced a comprehensive look at the Dublin and Monaghan bombings of May 17, 1974. We recommend Ruairi's site as an invaluable historical resource. No one has ever been charged in connection with the bombings -- the worst mass-murder in either Ireland or Britain in this century. The possibility of being injured or killed by a car bomb in Dublin hadn't occurred to me in my prior 7 ½ months in Dublin. I was aware of the ongoing conflict festering in the North. I was studying its roots with J.G. Simms, perhaps the last of Trinity's Dickensian professors, who lectured in front of their classes wearing black robes that I imagine have long since vanished from the TCD scene. I had, in virtually all my time in Ireland, a sense that I was living in an extended parish -- surrounded by friends (or, at least, harmless cranks) that, as the Bord Failte commercial stated, I had yet to meet. I felt this from my first extended view of the city in October, from the upper deck of the #19A bus (or was it the #11 bus, which also ran to city center from Glasnevin). I had no concern for my personal safety while traveling in Dublin, and in fact had walked back to my accommodations on St. Mobhi Road numerous times in the dusk and dark, times when I particularly felt at one with the city's brooding past. THE TROUBLES -- UP-CLOSE AND PERSONAL? Have you had any personal brushes with Ireland's Troubles? To discuss this question and many others, drop by The Wild Geese Forum, where the epic sagas of Erin and Erin's far-flung exiles are our daily fare. As I pondered the cloud emerging from near Trinity, my attention was again drawn up O'Connell Street, toward the GPO, by the sight of people moving quickly down toward me. I initially thought these must be curiousity seekers, looking to see what happened near Trinity. But I quickly learned that there were explosions ahead of me as well. These people, I wager now, were fleeing city center in fear of additional bombs. That prospect never occurred to me, showing, I believe, how oblivious I was then. I moved further up O'Connell Street, and I vaguely remember a crescendo of sirens and the sight of emergency vehicles speeding by. As I learned from an online chronology, the two bombs north of the Liffey – on Talbot Street and Parnell Street -- exploded at 5:27 p.m., and the South Leinster Street bomb, alongside Trinity, at 5:33 p.m. I do not believe I heard the first two car bombs explode, nor did I see any of the chaos they caused until after the South Leinster Street bomb detonated. By that time, I was crossing O'Connell Bridge. I'm not sure why I hadn't heard the earlier explosions. Trinity College's pastoral College Park on May 24, 1974, a week after one of three no-warning car bombs in Dublin killed or wounded more than a dozen bystanders a few dozen yards away, on Leinster Street (to the right, out of the camera's view). Photo by Gerald A. Regan By the time of the bombings, I had already come to feel very much a Dubliner, as I daily walked or rode the city's streets, waited on its bus and movie queues, and drank in its pubs. That night back in my room in Glasnevin, it struck me: I had walked Talbot Street and Parnell Street and South Leinster Street. Lecky Library couldn't have been more than 200 meters from the Leinster Street bomb. Like in some perverse "Alice in Wonderland," the centuries-old Troubles had climbed out of my textbooks and nearly devoured me. The next day I wrote in my diary : We, the community of Dublin, my community, have been assaulted in a most vile and cowardly manner. To be forced to acquire the realization that an unseen enemy stalks your streets, ready to rain indiscriminate death and destruction in a flash on an unsuspecting populus means our lives in this city can never be what they were. We have lost 23 of our number (Editor's Note: 26 were to die in the three Dublin explosions), who died because they were were we have had occasion to be in the past and could be tomorrow and only for God's grace weren't there yesterday. How can we ever be the same? Gerald A. Regan (ger@thewildgeese.com), a resident of Astoria, N.Y., is the producer of The Wild Geese Today webzine www.TheWildGeese.com and is a founding member of the New York-based Irish Brigade Association www.thewildgeese.com/IBA. LINKS The experience of the bereaved and maimed of The Dublin and Monaghan Bombings. by author and activist Don Mullan More on Ireland's Struggle for Freedom E-mail us for more information about The Wild Geese Today Click to return to The Wild Geese Today's Home Page   Copyright © 1998, GAR Media. All rights reserved.