Some years later still I was interned along with my brothers Jack and Eugene (RIP).
One time I had a visit from our mother and father. They got to visit Jack and ‘Gene first. Then I was called. When the visit was over, Dad said to me,
‘By the way Dan, I have here a packet of fags that Mrs McGuigan gave me for you.
I forgot to leave them at Reception.
I will leave them there for you on the way out.’
I sensed that Dad was up to something. I requested from the screw that he give them to me straight away. He took the pack and examined it carefully. But the cellophane was unbroken. It had all the appearance of never being opened. He handed it to me.
I couldn’t wait to get back to the wing, to get to the toilets and examine the packet for myself.
Inside the cigarette packed, all tightly and neatly folded was a copy of the United Irishman.
How they got it fitted in there so well, I will never know.
How they got the cellophane back in position is still a mystery!
That must have become the most-read copy ever of the newspaper The United Irishman. Having devoured it myself I sent it all around our wing and then to all the internees and finally to all the long-term prisoners in A Wing!
………. more later …….