It was the winter of 1978 and Christmas was about a week away, Big Tom McElwee and I waited and listened as the screws got closer. On up the wing locks rattled, doors flung open and we listened as bare feet scurried on the corridor as those before us tried to escape the heavier sounding… Continue reading Dixie Elliott on why he supports Richard O’Rawe: I owe it to six brave men who had the courage that I lacked