![]() “I can remember trying to grab my mother,” her son Michael told me recently. She trembled violently as they tried to pull her out of the apartment. When the children heard the knock, they assumed that it was Helen with the food.įour men and four women burst in some wore balaclavas, others had covered their faces with nylon stockings that ghoulishly distorted their features. It was December, 1972, and already dark at 6:30 P.M. “Don’t be stopping for a sneaky smoke,” Jean told her. The stove was not connected yet, so Jean’s daughter Helen, who was fifteen, had gone to a nearby chip shop to bring back dinner. The family continued to live in Divis Flats-a housing complex just off the Falls Road, in the heart of Catholic West Belfast-but had recently moved to a slightly larger apartment. ![]() She was also a widow: her husband, Arthur, had died eleven months earlier, of cancer. A small woman with a guarded smile, she was, at thirty-seven, a mother of ten. Jean McConville had just taken a bath when the intruders knocked on the door. Clockwise from Top Right: Press Association via AP (Price) Peter Marlow / Magnum (Adams) Press Association via AP (McConville) David Caulkin / AP (IRA) Judah Passow (Divis Flats) men at the funeral of Bobby Sands Divis Flats, the Belfast housing project from which McConville was abducted. Clockwise from top right: Dolours Price Gerry Adams Jean McConville and three of her children I.R.A.
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