Television: Profile leaves us in dark about Haughey's handler
Published 22/05/2016 | 02:30
Monday night's political profile on RTÉ1 was called PJ Mara: A Legacy, though by the end of this shallow portrait it was impossible to guess what that legacy might be.
After all, Mara's most famous boss, Charles J Haughey, died in 2004 and last wielded power in 1992, making him no more than a vaguely-recalled name to anyone now in their thirties. And though Mara later continued as adviser to Fianna Fáil, it was in connection with Haughey's despotic rule that he's mainly remembered by older followers of the political scene.
So what was his legacy? Well, the same older generation may fondly recall the comic persona created for him in RTÉ Radio's Scrap Saturday, but that persona was the brainchild of others - specifically Gerry Stembridge and Dermot Morgan, whose weekly satirical skit made Mara a household name among listeners who otherwise knew little about the shadowy corridors of Fianna Fáil power. But what else did he leave behind?
He certainly didn't invent the role of political handler (even staid old Fine Gael was full of such fixers as far back as the early 80s), nor did he leave any speeches or memoirs or diaries to be studied by future generations. And as far as soundbites go, "Una duce, una voce" and "There will be no more nibbling at my leader's bum", are occasionally trotted out by veteran hacks as evidence of his wit, but that's about it.
He was a suave operator, as I recall from amusing chats with him in the Horseshoe bar at the Shelbourne Hotel, but for all his blithe bonhomie he never really told me anything, which I suppose was the whole point as far as he was concerned. And though he had a coterie of pals and admirers with whom he drank and shared quips, they were almost exclusively male. Indeed, he seemed to me to be the epitome of the man's man, and this was borne out in the RTÉ film.
There was little mention of his wife Breda, who had predeceased him, and none at all of the relationship which provided him with a child in his last years. Instead we heard eloquent testimony from U2 manager Paul McGuinness, who deemed him both "an expert practitioner of the dark arts" and "a great friend"; from Eamon Dunphy ("a great and wonderful friend"); and from Denis O'Brien, who recalled that among the people he knew "everybody cried" on the day of Mara's funeral last January.
Journalist Matt Cooper described him as "a great character, though not necessarily always a good one", but that was the nearest the film came to an adverse, or even sceptical, comment - with no questions raised about his compliant role as loyal defender of the often indefensible Haughey. Indeed, this was a skin-deep portrait of the man.
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