104 years ago today, the British occupational forces surrendered their headquarters, Dublin Castle, to the Chairman of the Provisional Government, General Michael Collins. Irish folklore claims that when the awaiting British Viceroy rudely told Collins he was 7 minutes late, he responded “We've been waiting 700 years for you bastards. You can give us seven minutes.”
However, that's not what really happened. In truth, it was a very civilised and casual handover. Mainly, everyone was confused by such an unusual situation. The Brits were polite, and Collins was jovial. That morning had seen another historic Irish first. The initial meeting of the Provisional Government in the Mansion House.
The Under Secretary for Ireland, James McMahon, who was also head of British intelligence in Ireland, warmly greeted the new regime to the castle. The Big Fella leads the delegation of W.T. Cosgrave, Eoin McNeil, and Kevin O’Higgins. These new government heads were described by obsevers as nervous and shabbily dressed compared to their exiting opposite numbers.
There were still the scorch marks and smell of burning from where boxes of old British intelligence files had been burned on a bonefire in the castle courtyard, the day before the handover. There was no formal pomp and ceremony, nor crowds to chant as the enemy retreated, imperial tails between their legs. We didn't fly our tricolour flag victoriously over the castle. It had the air of a frosty divorce.
Thus, centuries of suffering and death ended without fanfare, not with a bang but a whimper. Just a handshake from the viceroy and a grin from Collins. After the soldiers left, the Irish delegation returned to the Mansion House, where the Big Fella announced to the new governmen: "The Castle has fallen!".