The British military patrol froze in momentary disbelief. Down one street in the Belfast working-class district around Newtownards Road came the funeral procession of James McCurrie, one of six Protestants killed during a weekend of fighting between Ulster's two religious factions. Down an intersecting street came the coffin, weeping widow and keening friends of Henry McIlhone, the riot's only Catholic victim. The British soldiers quickly detoured McCurrie's cortege, but not before the two groups of mourners had caught sight of one another. There were jeers, fist shakings and muffled epithets like...
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