The minute history is written down it becomes, I feel, subjective. Take for example the death of the last King of Dublin, Hasculf Thorgillsson, in 1170. According to Annals of the Four Masters who were Irish writing in the 17th century, he was defeated and killed in battle, while according to Giraldus Cambrensis who was writing at the time, but was foreign, he was captured and beheaded in the town square. Which is history?
I have always been fascinated one particular individual. He was born in Dublin in 1737, the son of an ironmonger. He was Secretary of the Dublin branch of the United Irishmen which with Wolfe Tone he helped found and whom he then went on to represent in America after they were outlawed in 1792. He played a central part in the mismanaged French ‘invasion’ at Kilala Bay in 1798. He was the lynchpin in the events which led to the Peace of Amiens between England and France in October, 1801. He was sentenced to death by the English, but never executed, a fact which may well have denied him the martyrdom and fame which came to others like Wolfe Tone and Robert Emmett. He was a Brigadier General in the French Republican Army, and received both salary and pension as such until the day he died, August 24th.,1803, in Bordeaux. His name was Napper Tandy.
In this series I present my version of his story, a chapter at a time, and invite comments, criticisms or abuse from those who know better than I.