1977 in Ireland - Events

Events

  • January 29 - Seven Irish Republican Army bombs explode in the West End of London, but there are no fatalities or serious injuries.
  • February 4 - British police discover an IRA bomb factory in Liverpool.
  • February 10 - The three IRA terrorists involved in the 1975 Balcombe Street Siege in London are sentenced to life imprisonment on six charges of murder.
  • February 21 - A crater on the planet Mercury is named after the Irish poet W.B. Yeats.
  • May 29 - A massive peace rally takes place in Belfast organized by Betty Williams, Mairéad Corrigan and Ciarán McKeown.
  • June 15 - Fianna Fáil wins the 1977 general election with over 50% of the votes and a 20-seat majority
  • July 5 - The 21st Dáil elects Jack Lynch as Taoiseach.
  • July 14 - The Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland is granted recognition as a recognised college of the National University of Ireland.
  • August 10 - Elizabeth II visits Northern Ireland as part of her Silver Jubilee celebrations under tight security.
  • September 10 - Irish horses are prevented from entering the United States because of an outbreak of venereal disease in Irish, British and French horses.
  • September 18 - In Ennis, County Clare, the Christian Brothers celebrate their 150th anniversary.
  • October 10 - The Peace Movement founders, Mairéad Corrigan and Betty Williams win the Nobel Prize for Peace.
  • November 18 - The National Council for Educational Awards is given degree awarding status.

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