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  A Woman to Blame

  The Kerry Babies Case

  NELL MCCAFFERTY

  First published in 1985 by Attic Press

  Attic Press is an imprint of Cork University Press,

  Youngline Industrial Estate

  Pouladuff Road, Togher

  Cork, Ireland

  Reprinted with a new Foreward 2010

  First published in 1985 by Attic Press

  Attic Press is an imprint of Cork University Press,

  Youngline Industrial Estate

  Pouladuff Road, Togher

  Cork, Ireland

  Reprinted with a new Foreward 2010

  © Nell McCafferty, 1985

  © Foreword Nell McCafferty, 2010

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  British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data

  McCafferty, Nell

  A woman to blame: the Kerry Babies case.

  1. Hayes, Joanne—Trials, litigation, etc.

  I. Title

  364.1’523’0924 HV6541.172K4

  ISBN–13: 9781855942134

  Printed by ColourBooks Ltd, Baldoyle, Co. Dublin

  Typeset by Tower Books, Ballincollig, Co. Cork

  www.corkuniversitypress.com

  Attic Press wishes to thank the publisher Faber and Faber for permission to reproduce an extract from Seamus Heaney’s collection Door into the Dark (1969), p. 22.

  The publishers gratefully acknowledge permission from the following to reproduce photographs: John Carlos/Sunday Tribune, Ray Cullen/Irish Press, The Irish Times, Pat Keegan/Irish Press, Gerry Kennelly/The kerryman, Ronan Quinlan/Irish Press, Derek Speirs/Report, Sunday Tribune, Magill.

  It will not escape the notice of the reader that all the photographs reproduced in this book are by men. Attic Press went in search of the best photographs available and we found the best. For those aware of our publishing policy to promote women in all areas of our work you will also be aware of how disappointing and problematic it was for us to be unable to locate, after much effort, photographs by women. It was felt the book would be unfinished without photographs and a decision was therefore taken to go ahead.

  Main Characters

  FAMILY AND FRIENDS

  Joanne Hayes Kathleen Hayes Joanne’s sister Ned Hayes; Mike Hayes Joanne’s brothers Mary Hayes Joanne’s mother Bridie Fuller; Joan Fuller; Sister Aquinas Joanne’s aunts Mary Shanahan Hayes family cousin and neighbour Mary O’Riordan; Martina Rohan Joanne’s work colleagues and friends Jeremiah Locke Father of Joanne’s children

  GUARDS

  Superintendent John Courtney; Detective Sergeant Gerry O’Carroll; Detective Sergeant P.J. Browne From murder squad in Dublin Detective Dillon; Detective O’Donnell Detective Smith; Detective Coote Kerry police involved in interrogation of Hayes family on 1 May Guard Liam Moloney Local Abbeydorney policeman, friendly with Hayes family

  LAWYERS

  Justice Kevin Lynch Tribunal judge Michael Moriarty James Duggan Counsel for judge Kevin O’Higgins Counsel for Attorney General Anthony Kennedy Counsel for guards Martin Kennedy Dermot McCarthy Counsel for Hayes family Brian Curtin Patrick Mann Solicitor for Hayes family Doctors John Harbison State pathologist Declan Gilsenan Deputy state pathologist John Creedon Gynaecologist (treated Joanne after the birth in St Catherine’s hospital) Liam Hayes Hayes family doctor Aidan Daly Liam Hayes’s partner (referred Joanne to hospital after birth) John Fennelly Chief psychiatrist at Limerick psychiatric hospital (treated Joanne after arrest) Robert McEneaney Physician (examined Bridie Fuller) Francis Chute GP (did not examine Bridie Fuller) Robert Harrison Obstetrician (called as expert witness) Brian McCaffrey Psychiatrist (called as expert witness)

  Calendar of Events

  25 June 1982 Mary Locke’s first child is born

  19 May 1983 Joanne’s daughter Yvonne born

  23 December 1983 Relationship between Joanne Hayes and Jeremiah Locke ends

  6 April 1984 Joanne’s regraded job advertised

  13 April Joanne’s son is born and dies

  14 April Body of baby boy found at Cahirciveen

  25 April Mary Locke’s second child is born

  1 May Hayes family taken in for questioning by police

  Joanne charged and taken into custody

  2 May Body of Joanne’s baby found on farm at Abbeydorney

  11 May Joanne released from Limerick psychiatric hospital, where she had been transferred from Limerick prison

  10 October Charges against Joanne dropped

  Mid-October Internal police inquiry set up, which proves inconclusive

  28 December Tribunal of inquiry, set up in response to public outcry, meets for first time

  14 June 1985 Tribunal meets for last time

  In the opening days of the ‘Kerry babies’ tribunal a married man went to bed in a Tralee hotel with a woman who was not his wife. He was one of the forty-three male officials – judge, fifteen lawyers, three police superintendents and twenty-four policemen – engaged in a public probe of the private life of Joanne Hayes.

  When this particular married man was privately confronted with his own behaviour, he at first denied it. Then he crumpled into tears and asked not to be exposed. He had so much to lose, he said. ‘My wife . . . my job . . . my reputation . . .’ He was assured of discretion.

  No such discretion was assured to Joanne Hayes, as a succession of professional men, including this married man, came forward to strip her character. The lawyers, doctors and police were guaranteed the full protection and licence of law to do so. The priests who had dealt with her were not called to testify and the Catholic Church stayed silent through the whole affair. However, the Church has ways of making itself heard: when it was all over, the priests of her parish refused to say Mass in her home.

  This is the story of professional men, the lawyers, doctors, police and priests, who found woman to blame. It is also the story of one woman and the ‘Kerry babies’ tribunal.

  It was medieval. A group of men put a young unmarried woman on the stand and questioned her about the exact circumstances of the conception and birth and death of her newborn baby. She came from a tiny village in the west of Ireland. They had come down from the capital, Dublin. The Pope had just come and gone from Ireland. The men wondered aloud if the woman had in fact given birth to two newborn babies who had been found dead in Kerry, though blood tests showed that she could only have been mother to one. The men put forward and examined for six months a theory of superfecundation, which postulates that a woman can conceive of twins by two men if she has sexual intercourse with both in the space of twenty-four hours. ‘There were times when we all thought she had twins,’ said the presiding judge, Justice Kevin Lynch.

  The legal men and a succession of male doctors, psychiatrists and police officers – forty-three in all – spent six months probing the young woman’s mind and body. A doctor gave the dimensions of her vagina during a previous birth. Ordnance survey maps were used to pinpoint the exact locations of the places where she had sexual congress with her married lover. The question was asked, ‘Did she love this man or what he and other men were prepared to do with her?’

  It was medieval, but it happened in 1985. The probing of the woman’s sexual history brought the men gathered round her to such a fever pitch that she collapsed. She was
excused, temporarily, and could be heard retching and sobbing in the corridor. The judge ordered that she be sedated and then brought back to testify. She gave evidence in a daze, her head bobbing off the microphone. The judge asked that her friends keep a suicide watch on her that night.

  The country was sickened, and showed support for Joanne Hayes by sending her flowers and Mass cards. When the inquisition finally ended, the country rapidly changed, by constitutional vote, and a new Ireland came into being. It was forged on the anvil of Joanne Hayes’ suffering. Never again, the changes showed, would one woman be held to blame for the ills that had beset Ireland. Or, at least, never again would an exclusively male panel sit in judgment of one woman.

  To understand what was done to Joanne Hayes, and why, and how much has changed as a result of that, it is necessary to set a context. When John Paul II came to Ireland in 1979, he preached against contraception, divorce and women’s work outside the home. There had been stirrings of modernity on the island, thanks to the Irishwomen’s Liberation Movement, founded in 1970, and accession to the European Union in 1972. The IWLM demand for the legalisation of contraception had met with popular support, and opposition from state and church. The sale or advertisement of contraceptives was illegal and punishable by penal servitude. The legal prohibition on married women engaging in paid work outside the home had been lifted in exchange for massive European funding, though the enforced entry of women into the paid workforce was treated with reluctance by business, trade unions and parliament. At the time of the ending of the marriage bar in 1975, less than ten per cent of married women were in the workforce, and single women were mostly confined to work in the unskilled service sector.

  Still, the appetite among women for freedom from the kitchen sink was growing. There had been growing unease at state-sanctioned punishment of those women who had incurred state or Church displeasure. The punishment had been aimed mainly at single mothers, whose children were deemed illegitimate in law, an official sanction of bastardy that the Catholic Church relished. It was normal to incarcerate single mothers in Magdalene homes run by the religious, usually until their children were adopted, but often for life. Thousands of Irishwomen, in succeeding generations since the foundation of the state, had thus been spirited away and forced to put their children up for adoption. Others escaped to England and came home childless. This seems medieval now. It was normal right up to the legal crucifixion of Joanne Hayes, who had defied sanction by giving birth to and rearing her first child at home, and holding down a paid job.

  It seems ridiculous now that divorce was unobtainable in Ireland until 1996, though marital breakdown and separation had been steadily increasing. Even more puzzling, on the face of it, is that the IWLM did not include a demand for divorce among the six demands published in its initial manifesto. It is not that we lacked courage. It is, simply, that the demand did not occur to us in Catholic Ireland, the constitution of which expressed state approval of the special position of the Catholic Church. We had little or no idea how a woman who was forbidden the right to work might survive, usually with children, after marital breakdown. At that time the children’s allowance was paid to the father. There was no welfare payment for separated wives. Women in financial need relied on the discretionary judgement of a Poor Law officer. There was no knowledge, much less recognition, even among us, of the extent of wife-battering in the home. There were no refuges for such women. There was grim stoic acceptance of the adage that if you make your bed, you must lie in it. Romance and sex had little to do with marriage, within which, as the late Nuala Fennell put it, women faced a nightmare of unremitting pregnancy. Six children per marriage was the norm, often exceeded.

  Though our plight was ostensibly sad, all our feminist wars were merry. In the heyday of the seventies, the laws against Irishwomen were so self-evidently silly that taking aim at them was like shooting fish in a barrel. Then the Pope came. The Irish lived easily with the contradiction of adoring him while simultaneously breaking his edicts. So did some priests – an effective underground network made known which clerics would give absolution for what were, officially, mortal sins. It was in the aftermath of the papal visit that civil hell was visited upon Catholic Ireland in the form of a constitutional referendum on abortion.

  Scarcely had John Paul departed these shores than a tiny group of right-wing, ultra-conservative Catholic lay people, mostly medical practitioners, visited parliament to announce that abortion could and would be introduced into Ireland via a loophole in the constitution. In the space of two hours, these people wrung astonishing commitments from a Fianna Fáil government and the main opposition Fine Gael that the constitutional loophole would be closed. The fight to save fertilised eggs was on. The country was put through a crash course on such hitherto unknown facts as the existence of zygotes. In the space of two years, three governments came and went. Bishop Joseph Cassidy declared with smug certainty that the most dangerous place in the world was in a woman’s womb. The Constitution was amended in November 1983 to give the fertilised egg a right to life that was equal to that of the woman in whose body it was growing. The era of the unborn was upon us.

  Joanne Hayes conceived during that time of perfervid dictat. Her baby died after it. The men were sent to find out what had happened to the fertilised egg they had spent years theoretically defending. After they had filleted her to their satisfaction, the judge pronounced that ‘she had hit her newborn baby with a bath brush, after giving birth, to make sure that it was dead.’ One cannot, of course, kill a dead baby, but damage to Hayes was done by the judicial implication that she wanted the child dead.

  A measure of his temperament and attitudes to women in the Kerry babies case is the judicial pronouncement made at its end by Justice Lynch. He asked, ‘What have I got to do with the women of Ireland in general? What have the women of Ireland got to do with this case?’ He presumed to lecture Irish women on what he saw as their misguided support for Hayes in her agony, by sending her flowers and Mass cards. He found that the ‘most wronged woman’ in the matter was Mary Locke, the wife of Jeremiah Locke who had fathered Joanne’s babies. ‘Why no flowers for Mrs Locke?’ he asked. ‘Why no cards or Mass cards? Why no public assemblies to support her in her embarrassment and agony? Is it because she married Jeremiah Locke and thus got in the way of the foolish hopes and ambitions of Joanne Hayes?’

  Mary Locke’s reply to his query was simple, dignified and devastating for Lynch. She declared, ‘Joanne Hayes was harshly treated.’

  After the waters closed over this vile and cruel episode in Irish life, the spotlight swivelled onto Irish holy men. It was discovered in 1992 that a Catholic bishop, Eamon Casey, had fathered a child by a young woman who had been placed in his care; that he had tried to force adoption upon her; that she had been sent back to America whence she came; and that he had rifled church funds to contribute to his secret son’s upkeep. The child was conceived in 1974. The bishop had shortly afterwards sold a church-owned hospital to a private medical consortium on condition that no sterilisations were performed in it, a condition to which the medical men happily subscribed.

  During his affair, the bishop of Kerry had availed of the clerical network which allowed him to confess his sexual sins every morning and receive absolution before saying daily mass. The bishop had welcomed the Pope to a youth mass in Galway in 1979, then set off in defence of the unknown fertilised egg.

  The rapid decline of the Catholic Church is dated from the revelation of his philandering. Unlike its incarceration of unmarried mothers, the Church found a posting for Casey in South America, and brought him back to Ireland when it adjudged that the fuss had died down. He still retains his title.

  The decline was hastened by the further revelation that the bishop’s sidekick on the altar from which the Pope was serenaded by the duo, the priest Michael Cleary, had fathered two children by his housekeeper, who had come to him in distress as a teenager in 1967, and who lived with him in the priest’s house until hi
s death in 1993. Cleary had been a particularly vulgar and crude leader of the pro-life brigade. He announced on his national radio show that wearing a condom was akin to wearing socks in the bath. Known as one of the ‘singing priests’ cabaret show, he would joke onstage that ‘you can kiss a nun once, you can kiss a nun twice, but you mustn’t get into the habit.’

  He, who denied the existence of his own children, infamously brought severely disabled children (cherished by their mothers) onto television to promote his case against abortion.

  National tragedy turned to farce when it was revealed that Cleary, father of two, had confided his actions in Casey, father of one, and that Casey had admonished him to mend his ways.

  Church reaction to Cleary’s common-law wife and son was to evict them from the parish house.

  Farce turned to horror when it was revealed that a paedophile priest had been knowingly sheltered by the Church, and given further access to children. The holy men considered the protection of their institution more important than the protection of children.

  Horror turned to despair when it became known that the Church had given sanctuary and protection to thousands of holy men who had systematically sexually abused thousands of children since the foundation of the state. The abuse was perpetrated especially on orphans, bastards and the children of the poor who had been sent by the state into church care in institutions – though hospital chaplains were found to have abused sick and crippled children and the practice of child sex abuse by parish priests was also widespread.

  Despair turned to disbelief when it was revealed that the Vatican knew of such abuse, worldwide, and kept secret files on the abuse. The woman who first revealed the nature of this abuse, Christine Buckley, was vindicated by the publication in 2009 of the Ryan Report into clerical abuse. Buckley’s insistence that the somewhat sanitised report be fleshed out with intimate detail of what exactly had been done to children was magnificent. Thanks to her, it would be impossible henceforth to bury the sexual sadism of clerics under a blur of bland statistics. Ms Buckley, a fount of righteous anger, told the nation on television and radio and in print exactly how bureaucrats went about deciding what compensation should be paid to the victims of holy men: ‘They sat there and asked adult plaintiffs to estimate how much of the penis was inserted into the anus, when they were children.’ Television history was made when the former mayor of Clonmel, Michael O’Brien, spoke at length of how some Rosminians held him down and raped and beat him. Catholic Ireland was dead and gone and its adherents numbed.