13. Dear Prime Minister. It is easy to imagine that a severe upset emotional as well as a financial one would reflect proactive action for redress for the wrong done. In my case unfortunately not so: due to feelings of disbelief and trust in the British system, I was unable to comprehend that the British via one of it’s major companies ‘British Aerospace Systems Security and Defence’ would withhold from me fourteen years of severance pay: which in natural law belongs to me. The withheld amount equated in November 1996 to approximately Thirty Thousand Pounds Sterling, the action by Aerospace has created great hardships for me. First of all the loss of my family home plus in today’s economic situation with regards to owning/purchasing a home: the inability to achieve this as things went pear shape for me due to the lack of self esteem due to these events. The action by Aerospace at the time resulted in a total review of my feeling for all things British. The personal hurt caused by BAE’s action is impossible to take on board: I gave more to the company than most employees did: firstly as a supervisor and again as a temporary superintendent in the Avionics Centre at the ‘King Fisal Air Academy’/Riyadh Airbase at the time of the ‘Gulf Crisis’. The company at that time had difficulty in persuading people to remain in kingdom to protect the contract. A great number of employees were not keen to remain and see the crisis through, instead opted to go home to the U/K.
14. I viewed their actions as disappointing and not what I would expect from them they were happy to take the salary when it suited. When the crunch came it was embarrassing to see how unsuited some were to the responsibilities of the time as they rushed to get onto the buses to the airport. I was always involved in my work believed in what I was doing, thinking of the bigger picture: my attached records will vouch for that. After a minor incident in a company bar in Izdahar 2 Riyadh in October 1996 after a disco I was suspended and then dismissed. Unfortunately I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and had reached the wished for service period of 14 years where I then qualified for full severance pay. I believe untruths were told that evening , The Irish Ambassador arisen from his bed by some mischievous person (who believed that I was from the ‘Republic of Ireland’ rather than from the ‘North of Ireland’ ) which resulted in senior ‘BAE’ management getting involved. Incredulous statements were taken from people who were clearly under the influence of locally produced alcohol: made and sold in company compound bars. Due to the lies told that morning at approx. 6am, when statements were taken from people who were under the influence, I lost fourteen years of accrued severance pay that devastated my life.
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27. This island mist and mystic blend of time. Torn by bloodlust for religious power. Power wedded by Norman and Tudor Horde. A dance set in new time to ease their desires. Footsteps a heavy thud upon our graves. An island once a dream. Now trampled by the leaded heels of malice themes. We now old before our time find this dream, is just a dream within a dream. We different in so many ways. Fate decided not by where we are born but by the shabby empire served. The die caste hand of fate leads in its own cold way. Allowing others reason to comply. Honour blinded by prejudices carried by small large hurts of desire. Therefore indifference must occur. This crazy world of rights and wrongs. Dictates of families, politics for empires to endure. To allow the theory of chaos to assist the 'Horsemen' in their everlasting brooding tasks. Time to awaken to witness what has gone. The sorrowful events and history have passed replaced with stepping-stones and wished for bridges to pave the way. The people of the Islands still different in many ways ponder to find understanding to their own thoughts and ways. They with gracious intent lead with honest hearts. Undermined by a vicious belief dressed as sheep in wolfs clothing. The lust for power and blood salivating from its carnivorous grave. Hidden under a mask of righteousness as from times before. This evil just as cruel with intent as any. Veiled under false modesty and purchased collar dictate from the sands of time. Determined in its will to destroy and undermine goodness and free will. This lesson learned and carried by a son of ‘Connell’. Let us not fail our destiny to listen and fall to the masons of mistruth. Allowing their corrupted views to visit our future and cloud our dreams of peace. Time will hopefully come when the masters of deceit will fall to the hand of fate. Neil O’Donnell
