His intention was to stop the Rising as he felt it would inevitably fail and that valuable blood would be shed. His arrival in Banna was the beginning of his end. He was captured but treated very well in Tralee RIC barracks but for some reason was never rescued from there. He was walked through the town on Easter Saturday morning to Tralee Railway Station (some years go I gave a painting of Casement to mark his presence there and also to provide young people with a lasting image of the man) and was brought to Dublin. From here he was brought by mailboat to London, tried for treason, sentenced to death and after a failed appeal (see Sir John Lavery's Appeal of Roger Casement) was hanged at Pentonville Prison on August 3rd, 1916.
A few years ago I wrote a poem/play entitled 'Roger Casement's 1916' which is available on Amazon covering the period from Casement's landing on Banna Strand, his trial, appeal and execution and re-patriation. It is 1916 lines long. The first 20 or so lines of this were written on Banna Strand at the location where I believe he came ashore, accompanied by two others.
In 1965 the British acceded to a persistent request by Eamonn De Valera to have his body exhumed. They did so, paid for his iron cast coffin and ensured it swift passage a nearby military airport where the Irish Air Corps brought it home. His remains were given to the Irish on condition that he was not buried in Murloough Bay, Northern Ireland as it was decided that such an event it would stir unrest. Casement's remains were given a huge state funeral at Glasnevin in 1965 in terribly rainy conditions. Despite medical advice, De Valera gave the graveside oration.
Throughout his career he showed genuine compassion for his fellow man both at home and abroad. His fearlessness in the face of certain death once he was captured was quite extraordinary. The revealing of his homosexuality by British intelligence - a crime at that time - was a crushing blow to any chance of success for his appeal case.
It seems Casement was made an example of by the British establishment. His persistent challenging of the status quo ultimately proved his undoing but his memory would never fade. I am very proud that he spent even a short time on Banna Strand - the most beautiful place in the world to me - where he noted the primroses below and the skylarks overhead. I am delighted that Ireland will celebrate him properly next Friday, April 21st in that special place. I wish I could be there.