Tomorrow marks the 40th anniversary of the tragedy that was the Stardust fire in a night club in Artane on the north side of Dublin.

 

Some of our readers may have been there and got lucky, 48 youngsters didn’t.

 

We’d like you to firstly keep the deceased and the survivors in your prayers, and secondly share your memory of the time and your thoughts on the fact that families still have not received justice.

 

Bloody Sunday, Hillsborough, Bradford were all tragedies and yet the British system has seen justice displayed.

 

In Ireland nothing, nada, zilch.

 

Below Meathlive, Garath Monerawala recalls the event.

 

Not just as wintry as it was forty years ago as we came through the Phoenix Park  on our way to lectures in Trinity and College of Surgeons (such irony we training as charted accountants at the time)  But it was bitterly cold.

Norman Donnellan(RIP), Sean Brennan, and I were listening to the horrific news of a fire that has erupted in a St. Valentine’s night disco in Artane on the north side of the city. We all knew one or two who we studied with on the northside.

It was frightening listening to reports on the radio, information was still being gathered but the city morgue was filling up. It wasn’t good it wasn’t even sinking in such was the shock. We just listened.

Many were being treated for horrendous injuries and smoke inhalation. We were in complete shock and silence, listening to the developing news and various accounts still as harrowing and distressing today.

We were the lucky ones but it was still hard to take in. What about the poor people of Artane and surrounds what was their grief, their pain.

We had little idea of the callous political and Dublin officialdom that was to engulf the next forty years.

There was to be no real accountability. Another notch in the belt of our democratic system of scapegoating. Yes, official Ireland they are very good at it. The list is endless…

Charles Haughey, leader of Fianna Fail, his constituency had the misfortune of the tragic events that night. Oh, they called off the Ard Fheis, big deal.

Dublin was in shock, there was a stillness and disbelief that day. It was as if time had stopped and the entire city was trapped in a cloud of bewilderment.

I’ll never forget it and no one spoke there was the eerie silence drifting over the city except for the wavelengths of news,