Canon John Pigott
Source: Athenry ADC’s publication-The Athenry Journal Vol. 8, Christmas 1997
This historical document was discovered recently, as written by Canon John Pigott in the 1960’s at the request of the late Fr. Liam Martin, on behalf of Archbishop John Charles McQuaid. It concerns a period in Irish history when Irishman fought Irishman as the civil war which followed the Treaty of 1922 raged on. On the 6th December 1922 the Irish Free State officially came into existence. The following day 7th December Sean Hales, a government T.D.. was assassinated and the deputy speaker in the Dail, Padraic O Maille, was badly wounded while on their way to a meeting of the Dail. In retaliation four Republican prisoners, one from each of the provinces were executed without trial or legal process of any kind. One of these prisoners was Liam Mellows whose association with Athenry is legendary.
This year 1997 marks the 75th anniversary of the death of Liam Mellows and his colleagues, Rory O’Connor, Dick Barrett and Joe McKelvey.
The then Archbishop of Dublin, Dr. Edward Byrne, spent some hours with President W.T. Cosgrave on the eve of the executions trying to persuade him to reverse the decision of the Executive Council. In a letter, which has only now come to light, the Archbishop wrote to Cosgrave on 1st December 1922: “… the policy of reprisals seems to be not only unwise but entirely unjustifiable from the moral point of view. That one man should be punished for another’s crime seems to me to be absolutely unjust.”
In 1922 Fr. Pigott was one of the first three chaplains in the new army. His attendance at Mountjoy was requested by Rory O’Connor. Phil Cosgrave was the brother of W.T.Cosgrave.
The two “Provo-officers” referred to – not to be confused with later use of the description – belonged to the army of the Provisional Government of the Irish Free State.
Canon Pigott was Parish Priest of Holy Redeemer Church from 1964-1982. Now in this 89th year, he is still living happily here in Bray.
FOR FATHER LIAM MARTIN
With reference to the Executions in Mountjoy Jail on December 8th 1922, there have been many different and very contradictory accounts of what actually happened. Many reports were spread abroad for their propaganda value without any regard for the truth. It was said that Rory O’Connor died a cowardly death: that Liam Mellows was refused the Last Sacraments by the Chaplains and that he went to his death without the aids of his religion. That lie has been so persistently repeated by a small anti-clerical group that it is possible that a number of our people believe it. It was said that the actual shootings were carried out in a brutal manner, etc., etc.
As one who was personally involved in the tragic and deplorable events of that 8th December I shall set down here what I know to be the truth. Even today I have a clear and vivid recollection of everything that happened – and indeed I am never likely to be without it. In one respect only I cannot claim to be accurate, and that is with regard to the hour each event took place, but indeed on that question I could not be sure to be accurate if I were asked on the 9th December!
CALLED TO MOUNTJOY
About 1.30 a.m. or perhaps a bit later, on December 8th an Officer phoned me from Mountjoy Jail and informed me that there were to be executions – that one of the prisoners had asked for my attendance – that I was to dress and be ready to be called for. I was collected and driven to Mountjoy, arriving probably about 2 a.m when I was immediately taken to Rory O’Connor’s cell. He was pale ;but perfectly calm and composed and when I suggested that we waste no time in any discussions, but get down to the actual preparation, he said: “that is exactly what I want, Father” and I can say that no one could have made a more Christian preparation for death than did Rory O’Connor. He spent the few hours that were left to him in humble and fervent prayers and never at any time right up to the end did I see in him any sign of fear or even nervousness. Just before I took him to Mass, where he was to receive Holy Viaticum, he said to me: “Do you know, Father, isn’t it strange – this is the Anniversary of my First Holy Communion.” I thought that the recollection must have given him some extra consolation now as he was about to receive his Last Holy Communion.
CALLED TO LIAM MELLOWS
I had been a few hours with Rory O’Connor when I was called out by Canon McMahon, who asked me if I would see Liam Mellows. He said: “We have not been getting on at all.”
When I saw Mellows I found him in a strange mood for one who was to die in a few hours. He was obviously agitated and talkative, and I believe, elated that he was to die for Ireland. He said he had written to his mother, and handing me the letter, he said: “Read that” I did so and saw that he had informed his mother that he had a disagreement with the Chaplain, that he was not receiving the Sacraments, but that anyone going out to die for Ireland did not need the Sacraments. I do not remember the exact words, but that was the substance of his message.
I told him that he should not send such a letter to his mother. I begged him to use the very short time that was now left to him speaking out to God and humbly pleading with Him for the direction and grace he now needed. I knew that God would not fail him, but I was convinced that it was best that he be left alone with God just then. There would be no arguments with God and precious time would not be wasted, and telling him that I would see him again I went back to Rory O’Connor.
HURRIED TO THE CHAPEL
Much sooner than I had expected, we were all taken to the Chapel for Mass and I had not seen Mellows again until he knelt with the three others outside the altar rails. During the Mass, which Canon McMahon said, I stood inside the altar rails facing the prisoners, reciting with them the prayers and litanies for the dying. Barrett, McKelvey and O’Connor received Holy Communion (which was their Viaticum) at the Mass, but Mellowes did not. After he had concluded the Mass Canon McMahon joined me at the altar rails and continued to offer prayers and litanies for the dying. I have never known any Priest who could have prayed more fervently and more perseveringly than did the Canon during that fateful hour. Time and time again he repeated all the prayers with the prisoners joining fervently in the responses. I was certain that God’s grace was flowing about abundantly, and that Mellows would not be denied his requirements.
I don’t know how long we were there after Mass, but it must have been a full hour.
HOW TO SPEAK TO LIAM AGAIN?
At this stage my chief concern was to get Liam Mellowes on his own, but how to do it was the problem. The Canon still prayed on: Phil Cosgrave, the Governor of Mountjoy, stood “to attention” at the side of the altar – and he had been standing there like a statue since Mass began – probably about an hour and a half? Several times I looked at him, but he never moved a muscle. He knew that Mellows had not received Holy Communion, and he was evidently reluctant to bring the prayers to an end, for he, as well as everybody else present, was well aware of the intention in all the praying.
Finally, there was an end to the prayers, and the prisoners were led out of the Chapel in single file, with Mellows leading, and O’Connor, with whom I walked, at the rear.
As they walked along the passage they were suddenly halted, and Officers immediately proceeded to blindfold them. This was done in a matter of seconds, and I was afraid my last chance of helping poor Mellows was gone. I ran up to him and took the bandage from his eyes and said “Liam Mellowes, you are not going out there without Viaticum.” He replied: “Ah! It’s too late now, I have held them up all the morning.” I said: “No, it’s not too late, they will wait a little longer for you, come with me and make your peace with God.” That he was now ready to do so, I had not the lightest doubt.
A DEEPLY RELIGIOUS MAN
I took him by the arm ten or fifteen yards back the passage to a cell, the door of which I saw open, and in a few minutes he was shriven. He was a deeply religious man, and his fervent prayers at the end had gained him a very special Grace from God. Canon McMahon went to the Chapel to bring him Viaticum, but he did not return in a few minutes as I had expected he would. He was a long time away and just as I was about to go out to look for him, Father John Fennelly arrived at the door and he stayed with Mellows while I went to the Chapel.
As I approached it I heard loud knocking and I called out “Canon McMahon” and he shouted in reply: “I’m locked into the Sacristy, I cannot open the door”. Paudeen O’Keefe, the Deputy Governor, was doing his rounds with his huge bunch of keys, saw the Sacristy door open, he closed it and locked it at once not knowing the Canon had gone in! I found Paudeen as quickly as possible and brought him to unlock the door. I have never forgotten his words when I told him what he had done: “Well, Blasht him, what took him in there?”! The Canon was released.
THE LITTLE CRUCIFIX
Liam Mellows received Viaticum, and in a few minutes we were on our way to rejoin the others. He asked me to go and see his mother and tell her all, and taking a little Crucifix from his pocket he said:” I want you to give her this when all this is over,” and looking lovingly at it, he added: “It was out in 1916 too “! He held that little Crucifix firmly in his hand until the end.
As he was being blindfolded again, I suddenly remembered the letter he had written and I asked him if he would write a few words more now. He said: “Ah! There’s no time now”. I’m sure I could have got him time, and sure no one there would have refused it, but seeing the others, I could not press him. He said his mother would believe me, but I knew she would not.
In a few minutes we were all in the Prison yard and the four, all brave and calm, were lined up before the Firing Squad. I gave a Last Absolution and as I was having a final word with Rory and Liam. I saw Liam shuffle the gravel from under his feet so that he could stand up more firmly. I moved a few yards to the right, and as I did so l heard Liam Mellows say his last words: “Slan Libh Lads” – his farewell to the Firing Party.
In another instant the sign was given; the volley rang out; the men fell, and Canon McMahon and I anointed them where they lay on the ground. Two Provo-officers stood by, to put out of pain anyone not already dead. McKinley, who was conscious, needed attention and I heard him call, “give me another “… “and another”…and then there was silence … a great Silence ….
It was after 9 a.m. I was already hours late for Masses in Griffith Barracks and I had to rush away, leaving the Canon to attend to the burial. When I reached the outer gate of the Prison I remembered the little Crucifix. I went back and found it beside the body, and took it away to fulfill my promise.
To convey to a grief-stricken mother the last written words of her son was for me a terrible prospect, but I had promised. And next day, with a heavy heart I called to that door in Mount Shannon Road.
I felt I could never face the ordeal had I not in my pocket that little Crucifix “that was out in 1916 too.”