Disappeared Off the Face of the Earth! [Paperback]

I consider myself to be a modern-day whistle-blower and I believe that my book and the contents therein is of greatest importance and maybe someday it will be used to bring criminals to justice.

The story is true and not fiction or faction! The story begins in Northern Ireland where I was born, married and had 5 children. It has the backdrop of the "Troubles" or the recent IRA war, which ended officially in August 1994, but it really only begins when that war ended.

My book opens up our greatest nightmares, even more horrific that the experiences of a soldier at the battlefront, and this is not an over-exaggeration! How is this possible? Please read my book and be terrified!

James Cairns - "A Pandora's Box of our worst nightmares " -

"When you face the greatest terror and survive it, death will never frighten you again!"

I was born on the 13th December 1947 in the small sleepy seaside village of Whitehouse on the shores of Belfast Lough, about 7 miles from the center of the city of Belfast.

My father Samuel Cairns, was working class and unskilled. He worked most of his life in Harland and Woolf Ship-yard in Belfast before moving to Courtaulds Textile factory in Carrickfergus, where he was pensioned off after many years of loyal service.
My father and his father before him were working class but Dad's forebears were not all from a lowly status.
(More on this later)
Mum, Sarah - nee' McCrum, came from the seaside rural village of Whiteabbbey on the shores of Belfast Lough. She was the eldest daughter in a large working class Protestant family. The McCrum family had been small tenant farmers in the Glengormley / South Antrim areas in earlier years and one McCrum married into the McKinney family, a well-to-do Presbyterian farmer at Sentry Hill.
Samuel and Sarah had seven children in total; I was the last born with five older sisters. I had one older brother - Samuel, who was killed under freakish circumstances during the WW11 years.
(More on this later)
After living in Whitehouse village for several years, my parents moved, around 1948/9, to a new council estate called Longlands Park.
In the years to come, I attended the Throne Primary School, which was quite near the Longlands Park. I passed the Eleven Plus exams and this gave me the opportunity to go to grammar school.
The grammar school I graduated to, was Belfast High School, situated near Greenisland on the shores of Belfast Lough.
After leaving grammar school, having miserably failed my GCE exams, I drifted from one job to another for several years.

I was working as a builder’s laborer at IslandMagee in 1968, when we heard the first rumblings of social unrest in Derry, Northern Ireland's second most important city. It started over the issue of housing allocations and the manipulation (gerrymandering) of constituency boundaries, which resulted in Unionist control in the city even though there was an Irish Nationalist majority. Queen's University students, Bernadette Devlin, Eamonn McCann, Jerry Fitt, Ivan Cooper (a protestant pro-nationalist) and many others were at the forefront of a new group of educated Irish Roman Catholics who were determined to challenge the Unionist establishment and demand equal rights. The New group decided to have a protest march and they walked from Belfast to Derry. Everything went fine until they reached Burntollet Bridge on the outskirts of Derry, where they were ambushed by a loyalist mob and attacked with stones. The remnants of the march were injured and battered when they limped into Derry. Immediately afterwards, an incensed Irish nationalist community began a campaign of street protests, which resulted in ugly confrontations between the RUC and the Roman Catholic protesters.
One scene, recorded on camera during a protest march, was to become world famous. The whole world watched as a senior RUC officer punched Ivan Cooper in the stomach with his baton. When he realized that he had been recorded on the TV cameras, he quickly retreated from the fracas in an undignified manner.
When the Irish nationalist workers on the building site at IslandMagee saw what the RUC officer had done, they were enraged and made it plain that trouble was coming, especially for the RUC officer on TV.
These were the first indications of an angry minority Roman Catholic community, which would no longer accept its role as second-class citizens.
However, there were darker forces in the background, which saw the opportunity to use the RC communities sense of injustice to further its own plans to remove the Unionists and British from Ulster by force of arms.
These dark forces were and are the secret society of the Irish Republican Army, the IRA.
To use a quote from a Southern Republican: "there was unfinished business in Ulster".