Affable
Paul McCartney was always the nice Beatle, the one with the boyish smile
and easy disposition. Not much into politics or causes. That was John’s thing. One of the most gifted and prolific song
writers of all time, he specialized in catchy melodies and memorable hooks. His lyrics were simple and
straightforward. The deep stuff, well,
that was mostly John, too. As he would
put in the song for his new band Wings,
“Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs. And what’s wrong with that?”
But
on January 30, 1972 Paul got mad. Really
mad. Mad enough to write a song.
That
morning he heard shocking news from Belfast,
Northern Island. Members of a unit
of elite paratroopers had opened
fire on unarmed and peaceful demonstration against detention without
trial. 13 were killed outright and
dozens wounded.
Authorities
had decided to allow the march within Catholic
Derry but to prevent it from entering Guildhall
Square. The First Battalion of the Parachute Regiment (1 Para) was sent to the scene with specific orders to block the
march at that point with force, if necessary.
Leaders
decided not to challenge the troops, diverting the main march to Free Derry Corner, where they were assured
they would be safe from attack. A small
number of local youth, however, broke from the main march and continued to Guildhall Square, pelting an Army Barracks with stones and taunting
troops. Water cannon, tear gas, and rubber bullets were deployed, but two
rioters were shot and wounded by live ammunition.
At
4 PM, responding to unfounded rumors of an IRA sniper, the Paras were ordered
to enter the Bogside district where
the peaceful marchers were still assembled. An order was given to fire live
rounds. 17 year old Jackie Duddy was shot next to a Roman Catholic Priest as both fled from the troops. Orders were given to continue to pursue
demonstrators at the edge of Free Derry Square.
Troops opened up with indiscriminate fire and continued to shoot even
after receiving direct orders to stop.
Twelve more, all unarmed, were killed while fleeing or while attempting
to aid those who had fallen. At least
one was shot and killed while waving a white handkerchief and going to the aid
of a fallen boy. Another was shot and
injured then executed by a close range shot to the head as he pleaded that he
had lost feeling in his legs. 14 others
were shot, one of whom, shot at some distance from the main action and not even
involved, died months later. Two demonstrators
were run over and seriously maimed by armored personnel carriers. No British
soldier was wounded by gunfire or reported any injuries.
Bloody Sunday, as it came to
be known changed everything. Any chance
at peaceful change through non-violent protest was out the window. Radicalized youth flocked to the militant Provisional IRA (Provos) who stepped up their own military campaign against the
Army.
Of
course that day McCartney didn’t know all of the details. But he did know that many young men, a lot of
them with shaggy dark hair, shod in Beatle
boots, and wearing thin coats styled after the now passé—in Britain—Mod look that the Fab Four had popularized, could have been him.
Like
so many Liverpudlians, McCartney was
of Irish descent. His mother was an
Irish Catholic, his father a lapsed Protestant. While baptized Catholic, he was sent to
secular schools, not parochial ones, and brought up in a household in which
religion played a minor role. But he
knew that no matter how deep his family’s roots in England might be, he would always
be a bog hopper to many.
After
watching BBC coverage of the event, an angry, passionate McCartney set down and
in less than two hours banged out the lyrics and picked out a tune on the
piano. His wife, Linda, was by his side. He
would share writing credit for the song with her. It was the same arrangement he had with his
former writing partner, John
Lennon. And just as some Lennon and
McCartney songs were totally his own work, so was the song he called Give
Ireland Back to the Irish.
That
night he called his mates in his new band Wings
to meet him at Island Studios
in London’s Notting Hill on February 1, in just two days. For Irish guitarist Henry McCullough it was his first
recording session with the band. With
his usual meticulous attention to detail, McCartney arranged to have a crew on
hand to film and document the band as it learned and rehearsed the song. In a little more than two hours, two tracks
were laid down—vocal and an instrumental versions of the song.
McCartney
was adamant about rushing the record to release as a single. When word of his plans reached the ears of
executives at his record label, all hell broke loose. McCartney would later recall:
From our point
of view it was the first time people questioned what we were doing in Ireland. It
was so shocking. I wrote Give Ireland
Back to the Irish, we recorded it and I was promptly phoned by the Chairman of EMI [Wings’ record label], Sir
Joseph Lockwood, explaining that they wouldn’t release it. He thought it
was too inflammatory. I told him that I felt strongly about it and they had to
release it. He said, “Well it’ll be banned”, and of course it was. I knew Give Ireland Back to the Irish wasn’t an
easy route, but it just seemed to me to be the time. All of us in Wings felt
the same about it. But Henry McCullough’s brother who lived in Northern Ireland
was beaten up because of it. The thugs found out that Henry was in Wings.
Lockwood,
of course, could not afford to alienate his label biggest asset. The records were pressed and shipped,
complete with provocative shamrocks
adorning the yellow label. The
single was released with the vocal version on the A side and the instrumental on
the B on February 25 in the United Kingdom and Ireland and three
days later in the US.
As
predicted it was banned. Every effort
was made to suppress any knowledge of it. It was banned by the BBC, Radio Luxembourg and the Independent Television Authority. On
the BBC Radio 1 hit parade show Pick of
the Pops, Alan Freeman had
to refer to it as “a record by the group Wings.” McCartney and Wings were
denounced in thundering newspaper editorials and in the House of Commons. McCartney,
the former darling of the press, was suddenly a pariah, at least among the Tory
establishment and many “patriotic” ordinary Britons.
McCartney
told friends, “I’ll never be a knight now.”
He was eventually knighted by Queen
Elizabeth more than two decades later in 1995 after many lesser pop
musicians were elevated ahead of him.
Even then there was a minor furor among Tories at the honor.
Despite
the bans, folks in Britain could hear the song on broadcasts from the Irish Republic and the continent. And, as always, the lure of the banned drew
thousands to record shops to snap up the discs.
Despite the ban Give Ireland Back
to the Irish climbed to # 16 on the UK
Singles Chart, and # 21 in the
US Billboard Hot 100. Quite naturally it soared to the top of the
Irish charts and sat there for a while.
Did
McCartney’s uncharacteristic protest change anything? Who knows?
But in fact public opinion in Britain slowly changed, even though the
bloody IRA bombing campaign that
followed which hardened many hearts against the Irish. When the facts about Bloody Sunday slowly
emerged the consensus was that it was not only a tragedy, but an unmitigated
disaster. It took decades but eventually
the Accords guaranteeing minority
Catholic rights and the disarmament of
both the IRA and Protestant paramilitaries
resulted in a sometimes still uneasy peace in a war weary nation. The Army was withdrawn.
Anyway,
here is what Paul McCartney wrote that day in his righteous anger.
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don’t make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Great Britain you are tremendous
And nobody knows like me
But really what are you doin’
In the land across the sea
Tell me how would you like it
If on your way to work
You were stopped by Irish soldiers
Would you lie down do nothing
Would you give in, or go berserk
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don’t make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Great Britain and all the people
Say that all people must be free
Meanwhile back in Ireland
There’s a man who looks like me
And he dreams of god and country
And he’s feeling really bad
And he’s sitting in a prison
Should he lie down do nothing
Should give in or go mad
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don’t make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don’t make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today.
Don’t make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Great Britain you are tremendous
And nobody knows like me
But really what are you doin’
In the land across the sea
Tell me how would you like it
If on your way to work
You were stopped by Irish soldiers
Would you lie down do nothing
Would you give in, or go berserk
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don’t make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Great Britain and all the people
Say that all people must be free
Meanwhile back in Ireland
There’s a man who looks like me
And he dreams of god and country
And he’s feeling really bad
And he’s sitting in a prison
Should he lie down do nothing
Should give in or go mad
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don’t make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don’t make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today.