Our daughters are on their way to Dublin as I write. They’re
going to today’s demonstration in support of the complainant in the Belfast
rape trial. I’m delighted that they are
going to show solidarity if only just tinged with a sense of regret that I can’t
be there myself.
I like rugby and played the game a lot as a teenager. The
position of out half is key to the game, controlling how a team can attack. 70
years ago my late father took a day excursion to Ravenhill to watch Ireland win
the triple crown after a 49 year wait. Central
to that team was Jackie Kyle. Kyle was the same age then as the complainant in the
Belfast rape trial is now.
In my own time there’s been Mike Gibson, Tony Ward, Ollie
Campbell, Humphreys, O’Gara and now Sexton, not forgetting Wexford man Seamus
Kelly. Kelly filled in for Kyle in much the same way as Jackson did for Sexton.
Tony Ward came the wrong side of the
IRFU for having the temerity to pose topless for a tabloid paper. His talents
were considered surplus to requirement by the blazers subsequently and he never
recovered his place on the international team afterwards.
So where does that leave Jackson? On Wednesday after he was acquitted
of the charges he said all he wanted was to return to the rugby pitch. However his
attitude contrasts to that of the other 3 defendants who simply wanted to
disappear. An aggressive statement by
his solicitor indicated his sense of anger at being even asked to account for
the night in question. There’s a parody of South Dublin Neanderthal attitudes
to women called rugby addict Ross O’Carroll Kelly. Not in the wildest dreams of
Paul Howard could his fiction actually come close to what has been heard in
Laganside Court House in the last 2 months.
Jackson has already indicated he wants to sue the BBC over
claims breach of privacy. Yesterday he said he’s sue my colleague Senator Aodhán
Ó’Riordáin arising from a tweet that Aodhán posted highlighting the middle
class nature of accused after the verdict was delivered. With all those legal appearances
in the diary one wonders where Mr Jackson will find the time to play the game
he loves. Mr Jackson will be in and out court houses like a merry go round,
except he may find that it’s easier to threaten action rather than face the
roasting in either a courthouse or indeed the court of public opinion.
Threatening people with legal action after the details of
your private life become public knowledge isn’t smart. It stinks. In fact the
basis of Jackson’s defence was that he was a decent middle class boy. His co
accused in fact said, he’d be the last person in the world to rape someone. I
have to accept that because the jury did. Why when you rely on an argument in
court for a defence do you threaten someone with legal action outside the court
house when they draw attention to that argument?
On the field of play the out half takes split second decisions
that can turn a game in your favour. I’ll leave it for readers to conclude how
effective Mr Jackson is in that role off the field concerning this matter.
The entire case exposes a laddish culture of drink and
divine right to act as you wish and leave the consequences to later and a
whatsap group pow wow. I wonder what some of the distinguished players I
mentioned above would think of that. I doubt if many would find much in common
with the values of today. Kyle famously spent most of his life doing voluntary work as a surgeon in Africa.
For me it’s a case that #Ibelieveher