Irish Lives Matter

Irish Lives Matter – the BLM of the 1920s!

The Black Lives Matter (BLM) movement has grabbed headlines over the last year but many of its demands and tactics echo what Irish people were demanding back in the early 20th century.

This was brought home to me in recent research on my great-granduncle William McEnhill (1863-1943) who was Irish born but emigrated to the United States and lived most of his life in New Jersey. He was, to put it mildly, an ardent Irish Republican.

Irish people and the British Empire

Irish Americans were highly organised throughout the 20th century in support of what they viewed as a life and death struggle to remove the British Empire from Ireland. In 1922, the Irish Free State was declared. In effect, the first part of the British Empire since the American Revolution to get its freedom.

And what happened in Ireland was closely observed by those seeking to overthrow British rule in South Africa, Palestine and India. The interconnections are fascinating. For example, William went to fight in the Boer War in South Africa – on the side of the Boers against the British.

Although we now look at the Boers as responsible for the subsequent racist hell of apartheid South Africa, at the turn of the 20th century, many Irish people viewed them as plucky rebels taking on the Brits.

Irish Lives Matter in 1927 – issues that chime with BLM

By 1927, William had been elected as an officer of the American Association for the Recognition of the Irish Republic. On 3 October of that year, The Yonkers Herald reported that the association had adopted an America First resolution. That demanded the United States “should manage its own affairs without entangling alliances with other countries, specifically the British Empire”.

As with BLM today, this Irish Lives Matter movement objected to Hollywood’s depiction of Irish people. It successfully managed to remove a Metro Goldwyn Mayer movie called The Callahans and The Murphys from distribution. And that movie has now been totally lost. It seems to have been a screenplay that played to all the most hackneyed stereotypes of Catholic Irish families – ie, zillions of children.

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The association also supported the ousting of Chicago’s rather dictatorial schools superintendent William H. McAndrew who was described as “the stool pigeon of King George”. McAndrew had no time for the teaching trade unions and was accused of imposing a curriculum that denigrated the Founding Fathers.

His removal was engineered by Mayor William Hale Thompson who later staged a weird “trial” of McAndrew by the board of education alleging he was un-American (an unfortunate foreshadowing of anti-Communist witch hunts in the 1950s).

Given the public discourse now around statues, school curriculums, representation, enfranchisement and media attitudes – it seems that the Irish Lives Matter movement of the 1920s has found a strong echo today in the Black Lives Matter protests.

Peter Anthony McMahon

My father dies of Covid – a reflection

Little did I expect at the beginning of the Covid pandemic that my own father would succumb to this virus. But just over a week ago, he died in hospital of Covid-19 related pneumonia.

This was given on the death certificate as the primary cause of death. Being an 83 year-old, there were other underlying conditions including COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease), gradual onset of dementia and E.coli, which he’d more than likely contracted in the care home – leading to his collapse.

My father had been a heavy smoker up until ten years ago but giving up had given him a new lease of life. However, his lungs were impaired and in 2012, he’d punctured one of them falling off a ladder.

Two weeks before his death, he collapsed at the care home where he’d been resident for nearly two years. Those of you with elderly parents or other relatives know only too well that the final years are punctuated with repeat falls and trips to hospital. But this time, I sensed it was a lot more serious. Though I didn’t know he had Covid.

Covid at the care home

The virus had ripped through the care home with 32 staff and residents being infected in a four month period from October 2020 to January 2021. I was eventually rung in January to be informed of this by the care home manager.

It also emerged that the GP (family doctor) was unwilling to give vaccinations on site for at least four weeks. However, the GP then relented and my father received his first Covid jab a week before collapsing.

What amazes and frankly distresses me about the care home situation generally is the refusal of about 20% of care home staff nationally to be vaccinated for ‘cultural’ and – yes, believe it or not – ‘medical’ reasons. Think about this – staff refusing to be vaccinated and then looking after your loved ones. I call that negligence.

At the hospital, he displayed all the signs of Covid infection but there was some uncertainty at the outset. However, a swab test came out positive after he’d been there for a week.

In the days that followed, he seemed to be resisting the worst of the virus. So much so that medical staff thought he could be transferred to an intermediate facility and then sent back to the care home. The E.Coli was presenting the great challenge and the difficulty he was experiencing with swallowing food. But my father seemed to be defeating the Covid virus.

This turned out to be very wrong.

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That turnaround moment

A week to ten days after being in hospital, the information given from the ward led us, as a family, to believe that he’d displayed once more what we called his ‘bounceability’. Time and again, the old man had looked ashen-faced and positively deathly only to claw his back to the land of the living.

So, we seemed set for another bounce.

The only thing I’d noticed was his dementia getting a little worse. This manifested itself in various vaguely paranoid ideas involving shadowy conspiracies against him. All pretty standard stuff I’m afraid to say. But it was still possible to engage him in rational conversation once you got through some initial nonsense.

What started to overturn the optimism were the daily reports to me by the doctors that indicated the antibiotics weren’t working and that he was becoming more delirious. I was assured, though, that the objective was still to get him back to the level he’d been in when he was admitted to hospital. Not perfect – but stable.

However, on the Sunday evening before his death a new doctor came on the line and asked me whether I fully appreciated the seriousness of my father’s condition. I was flabbergasted. I knew the antibiotics hadn’t been working and that he’d ingested material into his lungs.

But now I was told that if I wanted to come on to the ward and see him, Covid restrictions would be lifted. That could only mean one thing. I asked for some candour. And I got it. The doctor told me that the problem with swallowing was linked to the dementia – he was forgetting how to do this basic human task.

He’d now developed ‘aspiration pneumonia’ and was not conscious. In combination with his underlying conditions, it was doubtful he’d make the night.

But then he did.

All through Monday my father clung on. His breathing now becoming the classic ‘death rattle’. And even though he wasn’t particularly religious, I agreed to a chaplain giving last rites. I’m an atheist myself but the thought of him being entirely alone in his final hours overrode that consideration. A bit of ritual and company seemed right.

There are many awful decisions to make as the clock ticks to the end of a life. The doctor posed the question to me – do we try and cure or do we manage the situation? I opted to manage the situation knowing full well that there was no cure. A Rubicon had been crossed in health terms.

He died at 01:20am on Tuesday morning. As agreed, I was phoned. Amazingly, I’d fallen asleep. But then found myself at my desk emailing family, writing death notices for the newspapers and even, I kid you not, amending the Ancestry.com website. The things you do to stay sane in that moment!

Within 48 hours, I had the death certificate in my hand with Covid-19 related pneumonia as the primary cause of death and COPD as the secondary.

Already, I’d had to deal with funeral arrangements. We’d decided, because of Covid, for my father to go directly from the care home to a crematorium and the ashes to be delivered to my home. Then later in the year, we’d have a service when the pandemic had lifted.

Now, I had to redirect the undertakers to the hospital. And then discovered that because of a Covid backlog, my father wouldn’t be cremated for nearly a month. So, suddenly, I was having to find out where his body would be kept. Whose fridge? The hospital to begin with – and then the crematorium – it turned out.

Disconnects in the health service

I’m a huge supporter of the National Health Service (NHS) in the UK. But those of you who’ve had to process your ageing loved ones through the system – will have lost your rose-tinted spectacles on the way. I should mention that both my parents worked in the NHS – my mother in a psychiatric hospital for thirty years. So we were an NHS family!

The plus sides of the NHS include having access to top medical care from paramedics, nurses and doctors free of charge. I was having lunch with my father when he had a stroke in 2018. The ambulance arrived promptly and the London hospital brought him back from the brink.

The staff were amazing and selfless. And I would say the same of the doctors in my father’s last few days. Always keen to update and keep me informed. Plus a pleasant and understanding manner.

So what about the downsides?

Well, the inability to share data in the NHS is mind boggling. With my mother, she would turn up from the care home (with advanced dementia) for a hospital appointment, after developing cervical cancer, and another hospital or the GP wouldn’t have sent her file in advance.

This wasn’t a one off. And it begs the question – can’t all this data be shared on these curious modern devices called computers?

I was also asked on two occasions – in an ambulance after my father had suffered a stroke and a week before my father died when he was in hospital – whether my father was allergic to penicillin. Now, I knew he was. But I bet a lot of people might not be able to answer that question.

Why on earth don’t we have a central database with this information accessible via our NHS numbers? Answer: because some people think it would infringe our civil liberties. So the next time you’re given an antibiotic that takes you to death’s door – thank your local libertarians.

Care homes

If we’d got my father into sheltered accommodation earlier, it would have been a godsend. But he’d experienced several falls at the home he’d lived in for fifty years, most of them with my mother. The GP’s records showed these falls and no sheltered accommodation provider would accept him. So – he had to go straight into a residential care home with nursing care.

The cost – about £1500 a week. Goodbye savings! I can only liken it to pulling a plug on his bank account. And for a man who saved diligently and was terrified of going overdrawn, he protested furiously at paying out this money. But we prevailed on him as a family that he should have the best even though it was our inheritances going up in flames.

From Spanish flu to Covid

After my mother died in 2016, I’d got my father involved with Ancestry.com. We opened an account and I began to plunder his grey cells for details on the family. And what a mine of information he turned out to be! In fact, he’d been doing a whole load of research for years as well as being able to churn out names and stories from memory.

At the time, he was at the very early stages of dementia. I’d certainly recommend something like family tree research as a great way to engage those whose brains are at risk of degenerating. Apart from anything else, I became totally addicted to Ancestry.com as we made some amazing discoveries together. So, keeping him mentally active wasn’t a chore – but good fun.

One of the things we uncovered were relatives who died of diseases like tuberculosis and the dreaded Spanish flu. The latter was the Covid equivalent of the years immediately following the First World War. My grandfather’s sister was one of those who sadly died of Spanish flu aged 29.

Final thoughts

This Covid pandemic has taken us all on quite a journey. Not a physical one but into our own minds and our closest relationships. I had no expectation that it would claim my father. And I’ve seen friends and acquaintances contract Covid but mercifully pull through. But it’s changed all of us.

How we emerge from this horror is anybody’s guess. I used to worry that every day would be like the next until the grave. Now, I’m craving normality and routine stuff like going for a walk, shopping and popping down the pub.

In recent years, digital strategists blathered about the virtue of ‘disruption’. You don’t hear so much of that anymore. But the virus has disrupted us. In our families, Covid has robbed us of loved ones. In our communities, it’s blighted the prospects of the young. And in our wider societies, it’s devastated entire sectors like retail and hospitality.

Covid came to visit me this month – and now I’m mourning a much loved father.

Strange Evidence Tony McMahon

Finding primitive humans – Strange Evidence

I’m on season five of Strange Evidence airing on a TV channel near you. Most likely you’ll catch it on the Science Channel so look out for it!

In this clip from Strange Evidence below, the team and I look at an unexplained incident in south east Asia where some bikers chanced upon what looked like a three foot human. Was he a long lost cousin of ours startled by the sound of those roaring bikes in the jungle?

Go to 59 minutes exactly to see that segment of the show – or knock yourself out and watch from the start – it’s a great show!

Other episodes of Strange Evidence season five to whet your appetite:

  • Curse of the Zombie Graveyard
  • Hunt for the Nuclear Monster
  • Church of the Death Eaters
  • When Bigfoot Attacks
  • America’s Atomic Aliens
  • Escobar’s Ghost
  • Nuclear Demon Mummy

I really enjoyed participating in the Strange Evidence episode on the ghost of notorious drug dealer Pablo Escobar. His luxury residence was being dynamited after his death when somebody filming the demolition picked up a white, translucent figure wafting through the rooms. So – had Pablo come back to haunt his pad one last time?

You can see me at 33 minutes here talking about Pablo Escobar on Strange Evidence

As the opening titles to Strange Evidence explain – the series is based on our surveillance culture. We are being watched all the time by fixed cameras in multiple locations. Most of us also have smartphones and record every aspect of our lives.

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So it’s hardly surprising that every so often something is caught on camera that defies explanation. On Strange Evidence, we look at the footage and then the options getting expert opinion on what might be going on. And there’s some pretty crazy stuff as you’ll see that gets captured on phones and cameras.

Hitler really only had one ball

In the Second World War, British soldiers used to sing a saucy song suggesting that Hitler only had one testicle. I always assumed this single ball slander had no basis in fact.

Interestingly, medical reports on Hitler when he was imprisoned in the 1920s suggest that far from being an invention of British propaganda, the Fuhrer may indeed have only possessed one properly descended ball.

The lyrics to the song sung by soldiers varies. As a child growing up in London in the 1970s, this ditty was still being belted out by kids. We all knew the words!

Hitler has only got one ball
Göring has two but very small
Himmler is rather sim’lar
But poor old Goebbels has no balls at all

British Army song – possible author: Toby O’Brien in 1939

Another version says that Hitler’s missing ball is in the Albert Hall – rhymes you see!

It’s been asserted that an even earlier version of the song had Göring, a leader of the Nazi high command, with the testicular deficit. He was said to have lost half his manhood during a Nazi failed coup d’etat in 1923 in Munich known as the Beer Hall Putsch.

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It was after that 1923 attempt at a Nazi revolt that Hitler was put in prison. While under lock and key, he was examined by Dr Josef Brinsteiner. His report, alluding to the missing ball, was discovered in an archive by a professor at the University of Erlangen and published a few years ago in the German mass circulation tabloid Bild.

Here I am discussing this on Private Lives – the history documentary series presented by Tracy Borman and broadcast on UKTV and Yesterday.

It’s true – Hitler only had one

Me as Henry VIII on ITV!

You may have seen me dressed up as Henry VIII in The Sun this week.  The story was about the launch of a new ITV prime-time show called The Big Audition

Each week, viewers will follow the struggles of a group of candidates vying for three very interesting jobs!

I decided to throw my hat in the ring for one of those jobs but I can’t go into any details ahead of transmission. You’re going to have to watch at 9pm on Friday, 5 October to find out what happened.

Just to say it was great fun filming and I suspect you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.

Buried: Templar treasure quest on History

Screen Shot 2018-07-17 at 23.18.33On 17 July, UK viewers finally got to watch Knightfall – the History channel’s multi-million dollar drama series about the Knights Templar and their quest for the Holy Grail. A thrilling adventure set in medieval France partly based on fact but lots of fun story telling thrown in as well.

Buried – follow the Templar treasure trail!

But even more exciting – on the 24 July, History starts to air an accompanying documentary series called Buried where two intrepid history experts will follow the trail of Templar treasure from the Holy Land to Portugal and possibly the New World – for which read, the United States.

In the third episode of Buried, I appear in Portugal investigating some mysterious caves in the Templar citadel of Tomar. This was great fun to film last summer and swelling with pride to finally see it hit the TV screens in the UK. Make sure you tune in because it’s well worth the watch!

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Beardy History roaming around Templar caves in Portugal with the History channel

Join me to discuss the Knights Templar at the Bradford Literature Festival

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If you’re in the United Kingdom on 30 June, 2018 then make your way to the Bradford Literature Festival in the county of Yorkshire – where the mysteries of the Knights Templar will be revealed.

Tony McMahon and Professor Helen Nicholson

I’m sharing a platform with Professor Helen Nicholson, a globally recognised expert on the Templars and author of several amazing books on the subject. She has recently written a well received work on the everyday life of the Templars, an angle you may not have explored previously.

Click HERE to get your tickets to The Knights Templar at the Bradford Literature Festival!

 

Discovering my US Cavalry ancestor on Ancestry.com

Ancestry.com allowed me to discover that an ancestor of mine – falsely identified as a police officer in the NYPD – was actually a US Cavalry lieutenant who fought in the Spanish American war.

In a pile of old photos from the Irish side of my family (Dad is from the Emerald Isle), there’s always been a couple of photos that confused us. A moustachioed gentleman in some kind of uniform in the early 20th century. Who was he? What was the uniform?

Ancestry.com identifies Lieutenant Francis McEnhill

Well, the mystery has been solved thanks to doing some work on Ancestry.com – which I’ve become horribly addicted to. It has given us a very full picture of an interesting guy.

Some of my relatives talked about an Uncle Francis who emigrated to the United States from County Tyrone, in what’s now Northern Ireland. They speculated that he might have become a police officer in the NYPD because of the uniform in the photo.

If he had been aware of their musings, Francis might have been deeply offended.

Because Uncle Francis, it transpires, was in the US Cavalry! An immigrant to the US, he married the daughter of a senior New York military officer James Joseph Butler (1832-1910) who had fought alongside a future US president, Chester Arthur, in the American civil war – with the Union, not the Confederacy. This familial connection seems to have smoothed the path for Irish-born Francis to join the US cavalry.

War record revealed on Ancestry.com

And what a time to have joined! Lt Francis McEnhill (born 1872) was very soon in Cuba and then the Philippines fighting with American forces against Spain – the colonial ruler of these two countries. From 1898, President William McKinley used various pretexts and a fevered press campaign to justify attacking what was then Spanish colonial territory.

This heralded America’s arrival on the world stage. Spain was a declining imperial power and these countries were sad remnants of a once huge empire that covered all of central and Latin America. The war, begun by McKinley and continued by Teddy Roosevelt, led to the US annexation of Cuba, the Philippines, Guam and Puerto Rico.

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Ancestry.com reveals the sad death of Francis McEnhill

Francis enjoyed the military life. But he seems to have picked up some bug in the Philippines that destroyed his health. Tropical disease was rife and did impact the cavalry. Whatever he contracted led to encephalitis. This was a death sentence back in those days.

Poor Francis ended up in a hospital in Philadelphia where he died in 1909. Thanks to Ancestry I’ve even found the bill sent to his widow for the coffin, transfer of the body back to New York state and things like the silk Stars and Stripes to be draped over his casket. Also through Ancestry, I now know that he’s buried at Sacket’s Harbour – which was once a major military base.

It’s a quirk of the digital age that I know more about Uncle Francis than my Irish granny, who was his niece, did in the 1970s. She only had sketchy details about him to share. But through the power of the internet and Ancestry.com, I have a surprisingly detailed picture of my dashing ancestor.

As a postscript, I discovered his military chest on Craigslist where a young man had bought it in a house sale. The name Francis McEnhill was on the side of the large wooden crate and documents relating to the widow’s pension were found inside with the gold cavalry insignia you can see on his uniform in the photo.

I offered this young man a very generous price but he chose to give it to a local military museum. I guess it’s gone to a good enough home!

Lieutenant Francis McEnhill – Born 10 June, 1872 in County Tyrone, Ireland. Died 3 June, 1909 in Philadelphia, buried in Sacket’s Harbor