In today’s depressingly bumper issue:
Mad people who hamper the anti-paedophile cause – The Madeleine McCann industry – Exclusive Bryn Estyn victim interview – Growing doubts about Steve Messham – Hard evidence of global paedo-porn – Kenneth Clarke cleared – Michael Jackson condemned – Napier arrest may preface new Elm House arrests – The Groucho, Jeremy Hunt, Peter Bottomley, Virginia Bottomley enigma – A right Royal cover-up – Michael Gove faces Ofsted storm as another paedo-school closes.
190,ooo cases of school sex abuse
audited by Ofsted
The Slog: Plopping into my inbox and jumping out from Twitter this week are the growing evidence – undeniable evidence, if we’re being honest here – that loosely affiliated paedophile rings do manage to adopt kids, and traffic them. I have seen the trail for myself in Plymouth, but sadly a Judge in the West Country will put me in prison under a sort of lettre de cachet gagging order if I write about it. So I won’t.
But the other very obvious thing about Plymouth (which is, I think I’m allowed to say, a national scandal waiting to happen) is that it does have a lunatic fringe. That is to say, people who tell you there’s bromine and/or LSD in the water supply, that nuclear waste is deliberately being spread on the local fields to taint what we eat and reduce us to abject slavery….you get the picture. Most of it attention seeking, some of it is schizophrenia, and bits of it are for money. And all these people think Brian Gerrish is God. At least.
These two factors – the existence of an unspeakable trade and its magnetic attraction for the deranged – is (to my mind) a tremendous help to those both running and covering up the paedophile industry. The trick is very simple: you find your bonkers Van der Lubbe stooge convinced that he’s an alien, put him in front of the cameras – and then get David Mellor to call him a weirdo. At which point, I (and thousands like me) gnash our teeth and become dispirited: another bit of friendly fire that sets us back several months at least.
The most glaring example of off-with-the-fairies mania is the truly extraordinary Madeleine McCann phenomenon – now itself a 24/7 industry with the conspiracy theories easily outnumbering the number of days since this luckless child disappeared. Having sifted all the evidence on the McCann thing four years ago, I think two things are obvious: first, that it’s highly likely she was abducted for paedophile purposes; and second, that What Kate McCann shouted in the restaurant on the night in question – “They’ve taken her” – was decidedly odd. Why the personal pronoun ‘they’? But for me, that’s it: the girl may be alive, she may not. I don’t know: the only thing I do know is that the entire affair has been swamped by the mad folks. Nobody will ever get to the truth….at least in part thanks to the loonies.
Two days ago I interviewed a former Bryn Estyn resident. I found his evidence – I’ll call him Paul – compelling and to the point. Confirming that the then director (1974-77) Peter Howarth was an obviously ardent abuser, Paul nevertheless had this to say at one point:
“We were treated like garbage, bullied and physically abused, because that’s how the system saw us then. But I was never sexually abused. Also this talk of blokes turning up in cars, a lot of it is rubbish. In three years there, I never saw any evidence of that. And the Jimmy Savile thing…well, it’s a fantasy. He had nothing to do with the place. But Howarth had his favourite boys, and we all knew it. Having been through various homes, I’d say eight out of ten senior staff were sexual predators, but I managed to avoid them.”
Paul has since gone on to rebuild his life, and today has a successful business. He sounds ‘real’ enough, and he confirms a couple of things I’ve been told so many times now, it would be a conspiracy theory in its own right if they were all lying: the system destroyed the self-esteem of kids that went through it, and frequently dealt out abuse both physical and sexual. But then Paul had this to say about Steve Messham – the chap at the heart of the original McAlpine episode:
“If you look at the dates, then apparently Steve was at Bryn Estyn at the same time as me. Thing is, I can’t remember him – and neither can any of my remaining care system friends. So he must’ve been a recluse. I honestly don’t remember him at all”.
Now this is worrying – up to a point – because it confirms what another former acquaintance of Messham told me at the height of Steve’s ‘disappearance’:
“Thing with Steve is, he’s cottoned on the compensation racket….and that the papers will give you money. He’s been badly abused, and so he’s f**ked up, fair enough….but he lays it on with a trowel. I’ve heard him admit it”.
We must never forget the ways of human nature: Messham undoubtedly feels aggrieved about what the care system did to him, and much of that is justified. But he’s now an unreliable witness….and one that was used cynically by the police at the outset of the McAlpine fiasco.
The same is true of Ben Fellows. Ben is clearly an attention seeker, perhaps even a false flag run up by the Dark Forces. But much of his ‘evidence’ about rampant BBC paedophilia is now falling apart. Last week, for example, the thus far impeccable Exaro team cooperated with the police and concluded that Ken Clarke is entirely innocent of the accusations thrown at him by Ben Fellows. Since Fellows began his one-man rantathon, I have spoken to people who know Clarke, newshounds who’ve worked with him, and even his political enemies. They all say the same thing: Ken Clarke is corrupt, but he isn’t and never has been a paedophile.
Once you get on the ground and start digging into the demimonde of child abuse, two things happen. First, you rapidly become depressed by the inbuilt depravity of so many people among the powerful. And second, you have to make a judgement in every case about whether you’re talking to a victim, a fluffy, a severely mentally ill person, a very thick person, a profiteer, or more than one of those things. I’m lucky in that three decades of professionally conducting focus groups and depth interviews mean I’m pretty good at working it out quickly. My point, however, is this: it is rarely black and white, there is often grey…and it’s getting in the way of stamping out the genuinely horrific trafficking business.
It’s global nature – and associated cover-up – has been much in evidence this week. Secret FBI files exclusively seen by the Sunday People reveal Michael Jackson spent £23million buying the silence of at least two dozen young boys he abused over 15 years. The documents – case numbers CADCE MJ-02463 and CR 01046 – were not passed on to prosecutors in Jackson’s 2005 trial, when he was cleared of molesting a child. Clearly, law enforement and judicial officers must’ve been bunged as well.
According to the US State Department (their Foreign Office) China has now joined the ranks of Russia, North Korea, Iran, and a handful of other countries as Tier 3 violators of human trafficking laws. Afghanistan, Burma, Cambodia, Malaysia, Maldives, Micronesia, Sri Lanka, and Thailand were placed on the Tier 2 Watch List for their lack of compliance with human trafficking laws.
A truly ghastly story has emerged from Queensland Australia, about a kid who ‘made his debut at just 22-months old’ – not in a commercial or a Hollywood movie, but in a film made for hardcore global pornographic syndication. The boy was repeatedly filmed being sexually abused by his “adoptive parents” and at least eight other paedophiles in Australia, France, Germany and the United States. In 2005, his Russian mother sold him for $8,000 to a member of Boy Lovers – a sophisticated global network of men whose ‘thing’ is boys aged between six and eight years old. The boy was “adopted” by American Mark J Newton who lived in Brisbane and Cairns with his Australian boyfriend, Peter Truong. Police snared them after suspicions were aroused by a seemingly innocent ‘snapshot’.
Here at home, I’m not sure many people have realised the significance of the re-arrest of Charles Napier, the multiply convicted paedo-pimp cuffed last Wednesday by the Elm House Plods. Napier’s half-brother is the unpleasant John Whittingdale, an influential member of the Culture, Media & Sport Commons committee, and for many years the subject of ugly rumours in his own right. I’m reliably informed that Plod is confident Napier will lead them to some of the more unsavoury, powerful clients he introduced to the Elm House Experience in the 1980s.
I also understand (and this is genuinely encouraging) that Plod has constructed a much clearer and more solidly based audit of who came to Elm House and when. Some, but not all, have already been named on the infamous ‘guest list’. Either way, the cops claim they are poised to strike. I’ve heard this so many times now, breath-holding will not be part of my response. Let’s wait and see.
In the meantime, digging into the exact location of Nasty Napier’s rural retreat has led me back yet again to the Groucho Club in Soho’s Dean Street. It appears that Napier and those at one time closely associated with the Groucho have overlapping social circles down there in Dorset. This may of course mean nothing, but my questions about this subject remain the same:
* What is the relationship between Health Secretary Jeremy Hunt, and his financial sugar-daddy JHJ Lewis of Groucho Club fame? Why did Lewis’s daughter give Hunt money?
* Despite the now proven frauds, illegal camerawork, and paedophile network site activities of the Groucho’s management, why have they never resulted in collars being felt?
* At least two backbench MPs and a retired West End Central Plod know that church premises nearby were used by men associated with the Groucho to make kiddy-porn films. The cop in particular says he “is in no doubt” that the movies were destined for global syndication. Why has this not been further investigated?
As I’ve commented on many occasions in the past, Camerlot and others in government persistently deny the existence of organised paedophilia in their ranks because, at times, they genuinely don’t know where the trail may lead. This wouldn’t apply to the now Defunct Conservative pressure group The Monday Club, home to the Rabid Right and fond of trips to Amsterdam in pursuit of persons under three feet in height. I posted last year to ask WTF former Tory Minister Peter Bottomley was doing in the Monday Club, but was then abruptly chalked off by a Fleet Street bod who said don’t be silly, he was never in it. It turned out, however, that little Peter – on the Tory Far Left – was indeed listed as a member of this Tory Far Right organisation. Peter is married to Virginia Bottomley, now private Health consultant Baroness Frunt-Botham in the Lords. She used to be MP for SW Surrey, and was at one time a big wheel on the corrupt British Council. And here we are again, well I never, back at….Jeremy Hunt, distantly related to the fragrant Virginia, a man who sits for…bless me, SW Surrey….and who made his fortune from, you’ll never guess – supplying educational materials to the British Council. So now Jezzer is Health Secretary and Frunt-Botham is the leading private health lobbyist in the Lords, one assumes ‘Berkeley’ Hunt will want to return all those favours he’s ‘enjoyed’ over the years.
Ah, the sweet smell of the Establishment going about its business.
One place the soi-disant élite clearly fears the paedo-trail leading is Buckingham Palace. Previous Slogposts have pointed out Prince Andrew’s close relationship with paedo-pimp Jeffrey Epstein, and Prince Charles’s almost hermetically close relationship with all three branches of the national security nexus. His cultivation of the spooks has clearly paid off – as The Independent reports: (my emphases)
‘The Royal Family is to be granted absolute protection from public scrutiny in a controversial legal reform designed to draw a veil of secrecy over the affairs of the Queen, Prince Charles and Prince William. Letters, emails and documents relating to the monarch, her heir and the second in line to the throne will no longer be disclosed even if they are in the public interest. Lobbying and correspondence from junior staff working for the Royal Household and Prince Charles will now be held back from disclosure. Buckingham Palace confirmed that it had consulted with the Coalition Government over the change in the law….’
In fact, Camerlot buried this change in the small print of plans called “opening up public bodies to public scrutiny”. Clearly, the Royal Family is now a private body making the occasional public appearance. Our future George VII is quietly reversing all the good work done by his Dad. I do not foresee a happy reign for the heir to the throne.
And finally, more question marks appear above the head of Education Secretary Michael Gove, whose extraordinary intervention in favour of a child-porn-freak teacher two weeks ago created such a furore. New Ofsted data now suggest that the educational system’s sexual abuse problem is somewhat larger than originally thought. As in, it amounts to 190,000 accusations per annum. OK, some of those will be false, but rather more will have gone unreported. One wonders what Mr Gove has to say about all this. Not much I’d imagine, but that might be explained by the Minister being rather busy closing schools where pupil-bum rape has been rife: Stanbridge Earls School in Hampshire has announced – ahead of an Ofsted investigation into sex abuse there – that it is to close.
Just to remind all our listeners, Michael Gove wants to stop disclosure of school child abuse cases being mandatory. Why?
Apologies for such a lengthy piece this morning: with more time and fewer perverts in the world, it would’ve been much shorter. (With hat-tip to S J Perelman)