7th November, 2002
You know the way most of us amble through life,
doing whats right, paying our taxes, road tax for our cars
- when you know that only 13% of what is collected goes on our
roads, but we pay it. We are a controlled race. Some experts
maintain that over 700 years of colonial rule has made us this
way. Go for a meal, order a fillet steak, very well done please,
it comes out, and when its cut, its pink in the
middle. Dont make a fuss, eat what you can and leave the
rest. How many things make you angry, but you shrug your
shoulders and say, Sure, we cant change it, and
life goes on. Nobody ever told us that life was fair. Some will
tell you that lifes a bitch, maybe theyre
right. Life goes on and then something happens and you say,
This is wrong, I have to make a stand - say my piece.
Well, this day has come!
I bought my house in 1981, and everybody who has had a mortgage will know what its like, tough times, hard times, recession. But we struggle on to keep not just four walls, but a home. Our house was built by McInerney Builders in 1964. A few years after we moved in I began getting a solicitors letter from the UK seeking money for somebody known as Henry Hunt. Something about ground rent was mentioned. This went on for years, and I ignored them, and they stopped. I since learnt that Henry Hunt is a company owned by McInerney Builders. They build you a house, they sell you the house, but they own the ground under it!! I eventually paid off my mortgage last year, and it was a good feeling, but now my past has come back to haunt me! I got another letter from a different firm of solicitors in Dublin, representing Ellard Lipson. It seems that Ellard Lipson now owns my little plot. It did some research, it seems Henry Hunt (aka McInerney Builders) sold my ground rent to Ellard Lipson, in 1992 for £10. In fact, McInerney sold 3,200 ground rents for £32,000 to Ellard. Ellard Lipson is based in London and theyre giving me seven days to come up with hundred of euros or else Ill be named in the press (Ive done that now!). It could affect my credit rating (the financial people I deal with know my character). It goes on with pieces of subtle intimidation. I also discovered that almost all the army barracks and old garda stations pay ground rents. The landowners are people such as Lord whats his name, the Duke of something else... the list goes on and on. Ive just realised that as Im sitting writing this piece that a man Ive never met owns the piece of ground under me!!
I have a few questions for Ellard. Do you own the back and front garden also, and the hedges? If so, when was the last time you cut the grass, trimmed the hedges, fed the nestled birds in their nests within the hedges. So, one final message to McInerney Builders, Henry Hunt and Ellard Lipson - Ive had enough. A man must stand up for what he believes in, and I believe this tax is something out of the 18th century, and shame on an Irish building company, which makes millions of euros from house buyers, such as us, selling our ground to agents in London. At the end of it all, what did we really achieve in 1922?
Good to see my old friend John Horgan going from strength to strength with his driving school. John captained the Rockies to an historic treble many moons ago, when they won an unprecedented three All Ireland club championships, something that has never been equalled. He also won four All Ireland medals with the Cork Hurling team. Today the soccer fans of Man. Utd. have their blonde hero in a red shirt, but we had our own blonde hero in a red shirt, many moons ago, John Horgan. Continued success John, and thanks for the sporting memories.
Another horror story emerged last week. One word summed it up, Letterfrack What horrors were committed within those grey walls. Childrens bodies buried secretly in the woods. Good God its like something from the Balkins a few years ago. The Church leaders talk about forgiveness, a new start. I believe that the people who were abused are not seeking revenge, but justice. During the past number of years we have seen old Nazis wheeled into Court or on zimmer frames being led into court, and some people will say that they are old men and that it happened long ago. Rubbish!! The dead are entitled to justice, we owe it to them, they have nobody to speak for them - except us!! Thirteen year old John Curley died in agony in 1950. He died in Upton. John, they put you into care, but nobody cared for you or about you - but I saw your name carved in stone in Upton on a cold Winters day, and I took a photo of the headstone, which is in my office on the notice board. The dead cannot speak, but we can speak for them, and demand justice for children who died in care. What a word to use for, God only knows, what they went through. Perhaps God was on vacation, or had lost faith in mankind. I wouldnt blame him.
Bye for now,
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