In 1994, Britons like me, who lived far from the conflict zone of Northern Ireland, heard Gerry Adams’s real voice for the first time after a six-year ban was repealed by the UK’s last majority Conservative government.
As bizarre as it might seem now, it was a big deal – and lots of people were really curious about what the Sinn Fein leader and supposed devil-incarnate might sound like, rather than the actor paid to dub him during TV interviews.
For me, an unusually politically interested 14-year-old who had also inherited freckles, Catholicism, sensitivity about the emerald isle and much else from Irish forebears, it was a particularly momentous occasion (or at least on a par with the six Spurs matches I attended that year where my lucky pants did the job).
Yet it was more than a little anticlimactic when this man, who had twice been democratically elected to Westminster but refused to take his seat, was finally allowed to be fully heard.
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