Senator Michael McDowell tells court he's only met two politicians who didn't believe Gerry Adams was in IRA
MICHAEL McDowell told a jury in Gerry Adams' case that he has never met any politician - apart from Martin McGuinness and Martin Ferris - who did not believe the former Sinn Fein president was a member of the Provisional IRA.
Senator McDowell, a former Tanaiste and attorney general, was giving evidence at the
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Gerry Adams claims the BBC defamed him
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On Wednesday, asked by BBC counsel Paul Gallagher SC about Mr Adams' reputation among the public, Mr McDowell said that Mr Adams' is known as a politician now, who was a leading member of the IRA, and who was active in the
He said he was reputed to have been a chief negotiator between the provisional movement and the British government in the 1970s, and thereafter, he was reputed to have a role in the
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Following this he was reputed to have become a member of the IRA's army council, Mr McDowell said.
Asked, in his view, how widespread these views are, Mr McDowell said that excluding former
He said during the peace process that immediately following the Belfast Agreement in 1998, the view of those in the
Asked more generally about Mr Adams' reputation among politicians, Mr McDowell said that he has never met any politician that did not believe he was a leading member of the IRA during its armed campaign, and thereafter a dominant figure within its
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Earlier, Ann Travers, whose sister was killed by the IRA in 1984, said Mr Adams' reputation was that of a 'warmonger'.
She said she believed this because of his support of the IRA and 'the murder of innocent people'.
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Michael McDowell told a jury in Gerry Adams' case that he has never met any politician - apart from Martin McGuinness and Martin Ferris - who did not believe he was an IRA member
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