For all kinds of complex reasons, the city of Dublin has, throughout history, attracted a great deal of bad press in the media with regard to crime. In recent years there have been newspaper features about the ‘drug capital’ underworld nature of the city. The press always want to highlight negative elements, of course, but certainly in earlier times, Dublin crime rates were higher than the major British cities. The reasons for that are not hard to find. Poverty in some areas of the city in late Victorian years was marked by widespread deprivation and ill health in the population. Poverty is always a next-door neighbour to crime.
In 1911, the Recorder of Dublin gave an address to the Grand Jury at the City Sessions and said that there were 123 bills for them to listen to from ninety-two district cases; of these, thirteen were for riot and disorder and eleven for serious assault and intimidation ‘arising from the industrial disturbances which had prevailed in the city’. But he took time to explain the severe problems in the tenements: speaking of the housing of the poor, he said that the ‘costliness of disease and intemperance, in which much of the crime in Dublin originated, should enforce attention to the subject of providing wholesome houses’. He gave some stunning figures: the rate of mortality when the corporation bought the old houses averaged 50 per thousand in a year. Four per thousand deaths were from ‘phthisis’ (tubercculosis). Everything in his words pointed to extreme poverty, and so desperate crime was rife in some areas.
But the city has a history of paradoxes: the centre of the Irish Literary Renaissance led by W B Yeats and Douglas Hyde, and yet a place where riot and disorder were part of life for centuries. After all, the place has been the scene of many rebellions and battles that an intransigent nature settled and somehow gathered a creative spin-off into the arts. Consequently the crime and lawlessness sat uneasily alongside the incredible literary and artistic flowering of Dublin. The city can claim great writers by the handful: Oscar Wilde, James Joyce, Sean O’Casey, Bernard Shaw, Brendan Behan and many others.
Dublin has been Norse, Celtic, British and Norman. Its sense of identity has always been one concerned with divisions. The crime associated with the place had therefore always bordered on either politics in a broad sense, or with power more apparent ‘on the doorstep’ of everyday life. Hence my chapters include duels, riots, strikes and robberies. What the book does not include, with one exception, is the violence related to the political struggles for independence; I consider that to be well accounted for in thousands of books easily available. With the exception of the war crime which was a murder - that of Sheehy Skeffington – this book is concerned with such offences as homicide, theft, public disorder, libel and fraud. Some stories are grand, part of the sweep of history, such as the ‘Liberty Boys’ and some are those typical domestic tragedies taking place when things go seriously wrong in relationships and families. But what provides a constant backdrop to the crimes is a turbulent social history across the timeline of the book, from the mid-seventeenth century to the 1960s. The population of the city in 1900 was over 400,000, and the fact of a massive population in a limited urban space is bedrock to all kinds of clashes, confrontations and grievances, so Dublin crime has often been visible, street-focused crime. Back in 1790, the Hibernian magazine put the blame clearly on the English:
Dublin at this moment swarms with a flight of English sharpers – adepts at the mysteries of their profession, and general professors in the arts of shop-lifting, pocket-picking, ring-dropping, swindling and coining. They assume all shapes and appearances – clergymen, farmers, horse-jockeys, agents…. And are straight or deformed, young or old, lame or otherwise just as occasion suits.
There are also places in the city which resonate to the low, sad sound of death and suffering: the prisons. The very words Mountjoy and Kilmainham send a shiver through history. But there have been others, smaller gaols such as Newgate in the old Corn Market, and the ‘Black Dog’ (the Sheriff’s Marshalsea) and the Four Courts Marshalsea off Thomas Street. There was also the New Prison, built on Little Green. They all had their stories and scandals and they provide a part of the foundation for the stories here recalled. In 1729, the Irish House of Commons set up an inquiry into the condition of the city’s gaols, and among other problems they discovered that the keeper of the Black Dog was doing very well with a sideline business of ‘vending liquor to the prisoners’ and he also forced money out of all clients. Anyone who would not pay was stripped and beaten.
The Richmond bridewell closed in 1887 and Mountjoy after that became more important and prominent. After 1897, female convicts were placed there also, after the closure of Grangegorman Female Penitentiary. Kilmainham and Mountjoy together averaged around 10,000 prisoners each year from across the country.
The other dominant presence behind many stories is Dublin Castle, scene of so many key moments in Irish history, and a symbol of the contradictions and paradoxes which create the Dublin of times past: a place where there have been balls and parties, speeches and meetings, yet also imprisonment and torments; a place of grandeur yet a scene of fear and alien power. The ghosts of rebels and fighters surely hang around the walls, as it has seen many heads impaled on spikes. As Richard Stanyhurst wrote:
These trunkless heads do plainly show
Each rebel’s fatal end.
And what a heinous crime it is
The Queen for to offend.
Another feature of the city’s legal and organisational history is the police presence, and in addition to the trouble caused by the very military police force established in 1786, the Dublin Metropolitan Police had a very busy time in Victorian years. In the years between 1870 and 1894 half of all the major crimes committed in Ireland fell at their door. Dublin was well ahead of the rest of the land in the crime statistic, however. In 1910, there were 852 indictable offences in Dublin, compared with 541 in Belfast and 215 in Cork. Total offences for Dublin in that year came to 9,021, compared to 5,938 in Belfast and 5,178 in Cork.
Some of the following stories are not violent or in any way horrible and black tales of terrible suffering. ‘Foul deeds’ may be far more subtle. Included here are the bizarre cases of Sir William Wilde being tormented by a serial libel accuser, a fight at the opening of the contentious play, The Playboy of the Western World, by John Synge, and the antics of some wild apprentices. It would have been too easy, but also more monotonous, simply to build the narratives around the catalogue of hangings.
Of the earlier crimes, the stories have been easier to assemble thanks to James Kelly’s book, Gallows Speeches (see bibliography) and for details of the executioner Pierrepoint’s visits to ply his trade across the Irish Sea, thanks go to the work of Steve Fielding, specialist historian of the noose and scaffold. Otherwise, many of the sources have been from ephemera, and some put together from scattered memoirs and anecdotes. Crime stories do not always have a satisfying resolution, but they certainly should have drama and sensation, and these stories have those elements in abundance.