Group accuses DUP of putting face against progress on legacy issues.

A VICTIMS campaign group has accused the DUP of continually having “placed their face against” progress on legacy inquests.

The bullet-riddled minibus at the scene of the massacre of 10 Protestant workmen shot dead by the IRA at Kingsmill in January 1976. But a judge says gardaí have not supplied documents relating to the outrage.

The comments come as Arlene Foster said she would be “writing to the Irish Primeminister” to express concern after further delays this week in the inquest into the IRA massacre of ten Protestant workmen at Kingsmill. Mrs Foster made her comments after it emerged that documents linked to the 1976 attack and requested from gardaí by a judge in Belfast had not been produced. The request was made by Judge Brian Sherrard who is presiding over the high-profile case.

The funeral’s of 10 Protestant workmen murdered by the IRA in 1976.

Mrs Foster said: “I am disappointed that the Irish government is now standing in the way of closure for these families, who have already suffered so much.” The Republic’s Justice department said the Irish government had already taken the “unprecedented” step of producing domestic legislation to facilitate legal co-operation with the inquest. “This legislation facilitated the transfer of significant evidential material by An Garda Siochana to the North of Ireland coroner,” a spokesman said.

The Ten men murdered in the Kingsmill massacre in 1976.

“The Irish authorities have continuously sought to cooperate with the coroner and his legal team as part of an ongoing legal process.” Lord Chief Justice Sir Declan Morgan had requested just over £10m to fund a proposal to deal more expediently with legacy inquests last year. However, Mrs Foster blocked the funding prior to the 2016 assembly election saying the process was “skewed” towards killings committed by the state, and she “will not allow any process to rewrite the past”. Andrée Murphy of Relatives for Justice said while she welcomed Mrs Foster’s comments in relation to the Kingsmill delays, her decision to block funding for legacy inquests in March 2016 had caused “harm on top of the devastation already experienced”. “Families from every background and all communities are engaged in inquests”, she said. It would be hard to over state the huge pressure and ever present anxiety that the lack of progress on inquests has caused. “And movement on it would demonstrate goodwill from the British government and unionist parties who have thus far placed their face against delivering achievable remedy to these families.”

With many thanks to: Allison Morris, The Irish News for the original story.

RUC/PSNI officer said he was not aware of murders in blighted gang area

Sergeant failed to log gun find saying he had not linked discovery to paramilitaries.


Police officer was unaware of murders in area where 40 people were murdered.

An RUC/PSNI officer told ombudsman investigators he was not aware of murders in an area of Co Tyrone where more than 40 people were murdered over four years in the 1990s. An investigation found that the RUC/PSNI officer wrongly recorded the discovery of a gun, ammunition and manuals near Dungannon last year as ‘property found’ rather than an ‘arms find’. The items were uncovered by workmen at a house at Tamnamore in June and brought to a police station. When asked by The Irish News about the find, the RUC/PSNI initially said it had “No knowledge” before later confirming that a weapon had been found. A complaint was made by Relatives for Justice and Anthony Fox, whose parents Charlie and Tess were murdered by the UVF near Moy in 1992. The ombudsmen concluded that by logging the arms discovery as ‘property found’ it was not properly flagged up to senior officers and the police press office. The duty sergeant involved stated that he “was not aware of any murders back in the 1990s in the area and he had no thoughts of starting an investigation into this gun being linked to paramilitaries”.

With many thanks to: Connla Young, The Irish News, for the original story.

An RUC/PSNI officer told the Police Ombudsman he did not think of starting an investigation into possible paramilitary links to a gun find as he was not aware of any murders in an area which saw dozens of Trouble’s murders. 
The duty sergeant was speaking to investigators examining the police response to the discovery of a gun, various calibre’s of ammunition and manuals at a house at Tamnamore near Dungannon last June. The owner of the house is understood to have had no knowledge of the weapon, which was found by workmen and brought to Dungannon RUC/PSNI station. When asked about the discovery by The Irish News last year, the RUC/PSNI initially said it had “no knowledge” before later confirming that a weapon had been found. The duty sergeant, referred to as ‘Officer 1’, told the ombusman’s office that the “manuals were in very bad condition” and were later “disposed of”. The investigation concluded that by logging the weapon as ‘property found’ instead of an arms find, it meant it was not properly flagged up to senior officers and when police press officers searched for details, it did not show up. 

Charlie and Tess Fox were shot dead in 1992. A weapon was discovered within a few miles of several attacks by the sectarian gang known as the ‘Glenanne Gang’, which included members of the UVF, UDR and RUC and was responsible for dozens of murders in the 1970s. The gun, handed into police by workmen, was logged by police as ‘property found’ and not as a weapons find.

The weapon was discovered within a few miles of several attacks by the sectarian gang known as the ‘Glenanne Gang’, which included members of the UVF, UDR and RUC and was responsible for dozens of sectarian murders carried out in Mid-Ulster in the 1970s. A car used in the sectarian murder of a Catholic man in 1974 is believed to have been burnt out close to where it was found. Between 1990 and 1994 more than 40 people were killed in Trouble’s-related incidents in the East Tyrone area.

“We find it incredulous that any serving police officer would not be aware of sectarian murders in mid-Ulster in the 1990s” – Anthony Fox.

A joint complaint was made to the ombusman about the initial denial of the discovery by Relatives for Justice and Anthony Fox, whose parents Charlie and Tess were gunned down by the UVF at their home near the Moy in September 1992. The report revealed that investigators “challenged Officer 1 that they way in which the incident was recorded on police information systems would have merely suggested that this was a case of ‘property found’ rather  than an ‘arms find’.” “He stated that he was not aware of murders back in the 1990s in the area and he had no thoughts of starting an investigation into this gun being linked to paramilitaries, as he was not aware of any links or suggestions of this,” it said. “He was adamant that he did not try to hide weapons with possible links to paramilitaries.” Another officer, referred to as ‘Officer 2’, later confirmed he was “quite happy” with how the first officer had logged the incident.

However, the ombusman said the complaint had been substantiated and “appropriate disciplinary sanctions were recommended” and have been “acted upon”. It added that the PSNI’s Legacy Investigation Branch is now dealing with the gun, with ballistics testing understood to have been completed. Last month Mid-Ulster SDLP councillor Denise Mullen, whose father Denis Mullen was murdered by the ‘Glenanne Gang’ in September 1975, criticised the time taken to complete forensic tests. Charlie and Tess Fox’s son Anthony Fox last night slammed the police investigation, a quarter of a century after the murder of his parents. “We find it incredulous that any serving police officer would not be aware of sectarian murders in mid-Ulster area in the 1990s. Mike Richie, pictured at the top of the page , from Relatives for Justice also said the officer’s claim “lacks credibility”. Police said last night: “The recommendations made in the Police Ombudsman’s report have been actioned by PSNI.”

With many thanks to: Connla Young, The Irish News for the original story.

The Story by: Eamonn Corr.

The Story by Eamonn Corr:

hello,I was the victim of extreme, police incompetence, in Ireland, sadly, not one was dismissed are brought to account, for this…..

Chapter 1

My name is Eamonn. My mum and dad met on a march, I think, for a united Ireland. It was ’79. They were both 29. My mother already had a boyfriend and a daughter, my sister, Jessica. She was ten when I was born, which was the 31st of October, 1980. My father is London-Irish. These days he is also an alcoholic. On my father’s side my Nan is from Kilkenny and my Grandad was from Clonmel, Tipperary. My Nan’s dad, my great-grandfather, was in the South Kilkenny Brigade of the I.R.A. and idolised Padraig Pearse. My grandfather, Albie Corr, fought in the Spanish Civil War against Franco and against Hitler in the Second World War.

On my mother’s side, my Grandad, Neil Kelly, was an Irish immigrant in Glasgow. He married Mary-Ann, my Gran, and they had six kids, all girls, in the order of Maria, Sarah, Ita, Elizabeth, Loreto and Sadie. My mother is Elizabeth.

My mother moved in to the garden flat in St. Johns Wood, the flat my father was born in and lives in to this day. My first twenty months on earth were spent in England. Sadie used to come around and help my Mum while my father finished his degree. I obviously remember none of this. Then we moved to the beautiful suburb of Sundays Well in the beautiful city of Cork, my real home. Before this they married in Marylebone Registry Office. There’s photos. I’m there. Don’t remember though. My first memories are of my mum and dad fighting. One of them was holding the other’s hand on the gearstick and my mother was crying. I think she was driving. They always argued. Twenty years later I found a letter from my mum to my dad from around this time. It was nice. Don’t get the wrong idea, though – he doesn’t know it’s there and if he did he’d probably wipe his arse with it.

I used to go up to the third floor of the house to Jessica in tears asking her if I could watch TV with her because they were fighting again. I’d curl up with her. I was her pet for a while. I loved her. She went to Ashton, a Prods’ school. Her dad is a Scottish Orangeman. She was conceived in a threesome and he married the other woman later. Jessica had issues. She was told. I wasn’t told by my father until I was about 21. Fair play to him for not telling me before that. There’s some things you just shouldn’t know about your mother. I wish he hadn’t told me at all. I remember my mother taking Jessica into the hall and giving her a beating. I remember that at least twice.

When I was five or so, I saw my father beating my mum. She came into my room in the middle of the night to sleep with me. My dad came in in the morning.

‘I’m taking him to school’.
‘No. I’ll take him’.
‘Fuck off, bitch’.
There was a bookcase above the bed. It wasn’t on purpose but in the struggle the bookcase fell on her. He then brought me to the bathroom. She quickly followed. She was thrown down twelve steps for her trouble. She called out to me. ‘Eamonn, Eamonn’.

I joined the Model School in Angelsea Street in ’85, I suppose. An Modh school. The oldest Irish-speaking school in Cork. The school struggled for numbers. For some years it was three years to one teacher. When I did leave I was impossibly behind at my new school.

I became a tug-of-love child. My father would invite me canooing and my mother invited me to the beach for the same day. I wanted to go canooing with all my heart but I chose the beach. We went on a windy day. No-one there, not even Jessica. I amused myself for the most part of the day. I looked up at her, disappointment with the day in my eyes. She was wearing sunglasses. She just gave a soft smile. I was glad she was happy. I couldn’t see then that it was done more out of spite for him than love for me. I’d learn.

My dad got me a puppy, a tiny little thing. Then, around ’86 my dad brought a friend around with him called Dan Shaughnessy. He used to stand up in front of the fireplace to warm his fat arse. One day, after my dad had left, my mother was bed-ridden with depression and who comes in the door but Dan. Many times after, she told of how he instantly cured her by taking her to a wonderful special place and told her of fairies and whatnot. The first couple of times I met him he was overly friendly and very funny to my six year-old brain. My mother and father’s marriage was well and truly over by now.

Dan was coming around to our house a lot more. There was a court case to decide who got custody of me. My grandparents came to the court, her parents. Before the case was called for court, I was mimicking my father’s walk, he was pacing further up. Every time he took a pull of his roll-up, I’d take a sip of my pop. My mother told me to stop. The fat judge put me and Jessica in his chambers. We played with two-pences and pennies. He strolled in gravely after a long time and said, ‘Who do you want to live with, Eamonn, your mummy or your daddy?’ Memories of the beach flashed through my mind. My dad was given custody on weekends or something like that and my mother got the house in Sundays Well.

Dan was beginning to do weird things. When I was in the bath he’d come in and pretend to pour bleach in the tub. He really enjoyed me being scared. My mum came in and hit him with a toy sword. The incident didn’t really concern me but when I mentioned it to my Dad it concerned him that Dan had access to me bathing. He took me to see a social worker called Colm Doherty. I related four or five bizarre things to him. I went home to my mother and Dan that night to the words ‘We’re gonna get you’. They got the day’s events out of me. Over the next six years I was never let to forget those words. The puppy my dad had got me was put down for ‘biting a baby’.

Whenever there was a court case for custody, I was sent to hide at my sister’s flat or with Dan’s wife and kids. If the outcome was in my mum’s favour I’d get a bag of sweets. My mother was gonna win. If she lost, she’d appeal and appeal and at the end of the day she simply wouldn’t hand me back. My dad was beginning to fade from memory. They were replacing him with ‘Martin’. One day on the South Mall, me and my mother were looking in the window of a shop and my dad, ever the lad, strolled up behind us smiling and licking an ice-cream. I pulled my mother’s hand to leave, but it was too late. My father was chased down the richest street in Europe being called every name under the sun: ‘wife-beater, child-abuser, pervert, bastard, monster’. Young people were laughing at her. The ice-cream was gone. Gardai came and kept them at street length from one another. I was so ashamed.

I was taken to see a psychologist in Cork. I found his report years later. He called me a lonely unhappy child who blinked a lot. For some reason he stated that I had not been ‘sexualised’.

One weekend my dad came to collect me, we were walking down the front steps to my dad’s old banger.
‘Don’t forget to have him back at so-and-so o’clock’.
‘Fuck off, whore’.
‘so-and-so o’clock’, antagonising.
‘Cunt’.
I’d never heard language like it before. Could we not just get in the car and go? My dad started the ignition, thank God. Suddenly I felt the car thud and then I heard my mum crying. My dad had jammed her left leg between his car and another.

Neighbours started coming out to look. I was screaming at my dad and pulling his hair from the back seat. He was panicking. I don’t think it was intentional. The man who was renting the third floor flat my dad had built at our house came downstairs and without looking at anyone walked over to the shop. I knew he was going to phone the Gardai. The lady who owned McGregor’s shop, my best friend Iain’s auntie, came over to the car and smiled at me. I don’t remember leaving my mother like that. I don’t remember doing it, but I did. Maybe she’d got free.

The time my Mum was thrown down those stairs by my dad, I had been put into the car in my pyjamas and we drove to Cobh. My dad told me to make sure nobody was following. I think he’d been given a friend’s house for a week or so. We’d probably go fishing and all sorts. A couple of days later I was in the Cork Examiner paper under a ‘kidnapped’ headline. My old man was inconsolable as he realised what the repercussions in the courts would be. His friend Jim Lane drove us back to hand me over as it were.
‘Just say to her “I’m sorry and I’ll call on the weekend to take Eamonn to the funfair” ‘.
‘but she’ll only…’
‘Just say it, Martin. What else can you do? What else can you do? Y’allright Eamonn, boy?’
We got to the front door. My dad rang the bell. My mum answered.
‘Eamonn!’ she gasped with happiness.
‘I’m sorry, I’ll call o’.
She slammed the door in his face. Jessica was happy I was back. I was happy to be back in my own bed. I felt loved.

Chapter 2

In the Model School we learned all about Jesus and the twelve disciples. Any boy that said they wanted to be a priest was encouraged. I left Neenam Mora (Higher Infants) in ‘ 86 and made my First Holy Communion in 1987.

The school was massive and falling apart with leaking roofs in many areas. My mum had wars with the headmaster. She even taught Music after school for a bit. The other kids liked me a lot. I was the class comedian, but I could fight as well. As regards Maths, English and Irish, I have no idea as to whether or not I was a good student because the only thing those old Irish ladies taught us about was God. I loved Jesus so I suppose that made me a good pupil.

My mum would pressurise me to tell her where my dad’s new flat was. I claimed not to know for ages. My mother gave me the silent treatment for nearly 24 hours so I eventually showed her. 63 Grattan Hill.

One day just after school my Mum and Dan drove me to what I now recognise as Ballincollig Weirs. They pointed at all the happy families and smiling children. They said I wouldn’t be one of them because they were gonna turn the old third floor flat into a prison for me because they knew Martin had done certain things to me and they were sure as hell gonna find out what it was. We drove back along the Lee Road in silence. What they had said made no sense whatsoever. Fuck them. It’ll blow over.

Once my Mum and me, Dan and his four kids, Ciara, Tommy, Dermott and Orla, were taken to see Forty Coats at the Everyman Theater. When it finished and we got outside I could see Dan hold up two fingers and then one middle finger at a figure down the road. I looked and it was my Dad. A fight ensued and Dan duly took a hammering. Something he later claimed to have done on purpose. We all went down to the Bridewell Garda station like a pack of knackers with Dan dripping blood as he put in a rat’s charge.

Jessica let us back in at home. She didn’t notice the bruises. My dad was continuing his own demise as regards custody. I hadn’t seen him for three or four months.

One day, I was playing with Iain. We were on our tricycles. Jessica was calling me over from the other side of the road. She had her bag and was crying. She was leaving.
‘Be good for Mum’.
‘Don’t go’.
I went to tell my mum. She was crying.
I begged her to do something but she didn’t. I peddled furiously after Jessica and caught her before the shaky bridge.
‘She said to come back’.
But it was no good. My sister was going and I was alone with those two perverts.

I made my First Communion in May. I looked very sad in the photos. It had started by then, at first getting lots of biscuits and sweets. Like most kids, I had a sweet tooth. Then she began to beat me saying that my father had sexually abused me and that I had better tell them. Slowly but surely, a devil’s story was woven too depraved to recall in much detail. I got the clear impression they wanted me to say there were others as well so I said there were other men as well.

Once, when they were trying to get this story out of me, Dan tried and succeeded in getting my permission to hit me. He said, ‘the only reason you won’t remember, is because you’ve been programmed not to. I can help you. You must let me.’ He took me into the bathroom and I nodded my consent as streams of tears came down my face. I was very confused and believed him. He then started slapping me across my face.

One day they made me snap and I turned around and said that no such things had happened and I wouldn’t say it again. I was expecting a beating. That day I had lost one of my baby teeth. My mum turned around to me and said,
‘Well, if he didn’t abuse you and you’re telling the truth, then the tooth fairy will come. But if you’re lying, then he won’t’.
As I knew I was telling the truth this sounded more than fair to me and I agreed happily. That night as I got ready for bed I was content. My dog, Bran, was dragging her chain around chasing a bee. It was still daylight. Tomorrow the last couple of months of madness would be over.

My mother woke me early for school. I immediately checked under the pillow. There was no money there. My heart smashed to the ground. She was right. I had been sexually abused by Martin.

The story was perfected with more biscuits and sweets over the next couple of weeks. I now had four abusers in all for the story: my dad, my uncle Jimmy, and two others. I had to come up with faces for these two. The Fine Young Cannibals were in the charts with ‘She drives me crazy’ and I described one of my abusers with the looks of the lead singer. The other I said had grey hair and a red nose. I drew on real memories so as not to forget. I had seen my dad with a man who looked like that. They took me out in the car to look for them.
‘Is that him?’
‘No’.
‘Is that him?’
‘No’.
‘Is that him?’
‘No’.

That summer I was running out the door to play at Iain’s. She called me back.
‘Eamonn, did Martin have a name for his games?’
‘Erm’
‘Like Jockey or Horsey?’
‘yeah, Horsey’.
‘OK, have fun’.

Dan got rid of the third floor flat my dad had built. In place of it, and foregoing the thirty quid rent, they set up a publishing firm. The ‘firm’ consisted of my mum manically typing her way through mountains of his backdated ‘poems’ and ‘books’ and ‘songs’. Never paid. Ever. The conversion of the flat to an office had transpired because my mum had got in a fight with the woman who was in the flat and the offices Dan had rented on Cork’s Patrick Street now had to be vacated. He had a workforce of two young women, plus my mother. One of the young ones used to come and collect me from school. More often than not she’d have a Kinder surprise for me. One day my Kinder surprise gift wasn’t there. The next day she was in the offices with her mum arguing with Dan about getting paid. I felt bad for her. I hope she got something out of the cunt.

Dan didn’t have any male friends. His acquaintances were all strange messed-up women like my mum,. He doesn’t drink, he has teeth sticking out all over the shop. Fat. He talked and talked and talked. I found out later that this is what a lot of psychopaths do, sucking your brain out, as it were. And his personal hygiene left a lot to be desired.

With many thanks to: Niall Ó Maitiú – Forbiddenlaw policing the police.

URGENT: Irish Medium Youth Clubs in Belfast forced to close due to withdrawal of funding !!!

Parents, Glór na Móna’s Cumann Óige and all Belfast IME Youth clubs are under immediate threat of closure, and, as of today, will not be able to open next week because of the Education Authority’s (EA) decision to withdraw Department of Education funding support for our youth services.

The overnight removal of these front-line youth services for the Irish language community has decimated 7 years of hard work and capacity building whereby the right for informal education through the medium was realised and being built organically from the bottom. From next week on, 420 young Gaels will be left out on the street, and excluded from services they have a right to. This discriminatory, disgraceful and vicious assault on our young people will not accepted lying down.

Our campaign starts with immediate effect and will be require you and child’s active support in order to make this campaign a success. A public meeting will take place next Tuesday Night, 4 April in Coláiste Feirste at 7.30pm. We appeal to you make every effort to get to this meeting and show those in power that we we are united in support of our young people.

We are Dearg le Fearg, Rights and Resources are non-negotiable. An attack on our Irish language youth clubs is an attack on our community. Bigí Linn!

Tá Cumann Óige Ghlór na Móna agus na cumainn lán-Ghaeilge uilig ar fud Bhéal Feirste faoi bhagairt láithreach druidime agus ón lá seo ar aghaidh, ní bheidh sé d’acmhainn againn a bheith ar oscailt ar an tseachtain seo chugainn de bhrí cinneadh an Údaráis Oideachais le haistarraingt a dhéanamh ar mhaoiniú tacaíochta na Roinne Oideachais dár seirbhísí óige.

Scrios cealú tobann an mhaoinithe seo do sheirbhisí ríthábhachtacha óige Gaeilge seacht mbliana de dhianobair agus de thógáil acmhainn an phobail inár aithníodh an ceart d’oideachas neamhfhoirmiúil trí mheán na Gaeilge. Tógadh sin go horgánach ón bhun aníos ar feadh na mblianta. Ón tseachtain seo chugainn ar aghaidh, fágfar na Gaeil ar an trá fholamh a chiallaíonn go mbeidh siad ar na sráideanna díbeartha ó sheirbhísí cuí. Ní ghlacfaidh muid leis an ionsaí leithchealach náireach scannalach seo ar ár ndaoine óga.

Tosaíonn ár bhfeachtas, le héifeacht láithreach, agus tá do thacaíocht agus tacaíocht ghníomhach do pháiste de dhíth sa dóigh is go mbeidh rath ar an fheachtas. Beidh cruinniú poiblí ann Dé Máirt 4 Aibreán i gColáiste Feirste ar 7:30in. Iarrann muid ort gach iarracht a dhéanamh a bheith i láthair agus le taispeáint do lucht na cumhachta go bhfuil muid aontaithe ar son ár ndaoine óga.

Tá muid Dearg le Fearg. Níl cearta ná acmhainní inaistrithe! Is ionann ionsaí ar chumainn óige Gaeilge agus ionsaí ar ár bpobal. Bígí Linn!

With many thanks to: Joanne Ní Donnghaile.

Online Irish passport renewal service

A New online Irish passport renewal service will be launched today amid an increasing number of applications.

The service, which will be unveiled by the Republic’s foreign affairs minister Charlie Flanagan, will allow Irish citizens to renew their passport books and cards online from the North of Ireland and wherever they are in the world. The facility is for adults who are over 18 only, with first time applicants and children unable to apply online.The Department of Foreign Affairs said the service will be “convenient, secure and it will offer faster and more predictable turnaround times”.

The new online initiative is part of the Dublin government’s passport reform programme, which aims to mordernise Ireland’s passport systems and controls. The department said it will bring further benefits to Irish citizens at home and abroad in the coming years. But it also comes amid increasing pressures on the Irish passport service following the EU referedum result. Since the Brexit vote in June, there has been an unprecedented spike in applictions from the North of Ireland and Britain. Recent figures show that applictions from the UK for an Irish passport were up 74 per cent in January compared to the same time last year. There were more than 7,000 applications from people from the North of Ireland in January, up from 3,973 in the same month last year. The passport service also recently employed more than 200 temporary clerical officers to help with processing the applications and responding to customer queries.

With many thanks to: Suzanne McGonagle, The Irish News.

 

‘King Rat’ – Billy wright executed by the INLA

Billy Wright was a vicious, sectarian killer & murdering bastard who killed people because of their religion, he and his splinter group the Loyalist Volunteer Force (LVF), were responsible for countless senseless deaths of Catholics, God bless Crip McWilliams and the bold INLA lads who wiped out this piece of human shit.

With many thanks to: Marcas Mac Giolla Aindreis – Chaírde ar an Arm Náisiúnta Fuascailte na hÉireann.

First Lithuanian to Face Irish Republican Related Charges/Offences in Ireland.

The trial has opened at the Special Criminal Court in Dublin of the first Lithuanian to face “terrorist” related offences.

Eimantas Valteris (33) was arrested by gardai in 2013 as part of an ongoing operation to counter dissident republican activities in the border area.

Mr Valteris is the first Lithuanian to be charged before the Special Criminal Court.

Mr Valteris, with an address at Park Vale, Grange Rath, Drogheda, Co Meath, pleaded not guilty to the unlawful possession of a .32 inch auto (7.65mm) calibre IZH 79-8 model Baikal make semi-automatic pistol bearing serial number TPB358706 at Balmoral Industrial Estate, Navan, Co. Meath on June 10th, 2013.

Opening the prosecution case, Mr Tony Mc Gillicuddy BL said that Valteris operated a car sales depot at the Balmoral Industrial Estate. He was observed by gardai arriving at the depot on the afternoon of June 10th, 2013.

A man was seen getting out of a silver VW Passat car and talking to Valteris. Another black VW Passat car arrived at the yard and another man was seen speaking to Valteris.

At 2.50 pm Valteris was seen going to an nearby yard where a red Fiat Ducato van was parked. At 3.20 pm the black VW Passat car came back to the yard and stopped close to where Valteris was standing. A man was observed opening the boot of the Passat and then the car left the yard.

The VW Passat was stopped by gardai in Castlebellingham, Co Louth at 4.10 pm and a semi automatic pistol was found wrapped in material in a box in the boot. During a later search of Valteris’s yard €2,000 was found in another car.

“The prosecution case is that he (Valteris) was storing a firearm on his premises. He performed a storage and transfer role in respect of that firearm,” counsel added.

The trial is continuing before Ms Justice Isobel Kennedy, presiding, sitting with Judge Gerard Haughton and Judge Gerard Griffin at Special Criminal Court Number 2

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With many thanks to: Irish Republican Prisoner News.