SOCIAL MEDIA ‘DETECTIVES’ TRY TO SOLVE MYSTERY OF FREEZER GIRL’S DEATH
It is a place where nothing much happens.
But in the last few weeks it has been the talk of the internet.
In the early hours of September 10, the body of 19-year-old Kenneka Jenkins was found in a walk-in freezer in a kitchen on the ninth floor of the Crowne Plaza Chicago O’Hare Hotel and Conference Center.
An autopsy later that day failed to identify the cause of death but almost immediately Facebook, Twitter and Instagram lit up as conspiracy theories and rumours started circulating about the pretty teenager’s demise.
Many of these were circulated by Jenkins’ friends and some went into great detail about who was involved in her rape and murder.
A Facebook Live video – which had been taken on the night of the party – also shed an eerie light on the case.
It featured Irene Roberts, a woman who has been accused of being at the center of the case, singing to music while wearing sunglasses in a hotel room.
Throughout the six-minute video, two men’s voices can be heard and what sounds like a woman crying.
A few days later Rosemont’s Mayor Brad Stephens criticized people for trying the case on social media and said: “It’s unfortunate that some of that stuff is convoluting the investigation because all those leads have got to be followed up on.”
Twelve people were said to be “involved in some way” in the incident and one of the rumours doing the rounds was that Kenneka had been lured to her death by a friend, who was allegedly paid just $200 to get her drunk enough to be targeted.
But video has since emerged which showed Kenneka wandering alone in the corridors and kitchen of the hotel, apparently the worse for wear.
So what do we know for definite?
Well, on September 8 Kenneka was invited to a party on the ninth floor of the hotel with her friends.
One friend, Monifah Shelton, said she left her mobile phone in the room as the group was leaving. They went back to get it and when they returned to the hallway she had disappeared.
Kenneka’s mother, Teresa Martin, arrived at the hotel at 5am on September 9 but hotel staff refused to look at surveillance footage from inside the hotel until a missing person report was filed.
Eventually, at 10pm that day, they agreed to look at the footage and spotted Kenneka “staggering drunk” by the front desk shortly after she went missing.
But the freezer is reportedly very hard to open, as it has two large doors, and social media speculators said there was no way she could have accidentally wandered in there on her own.
Roberts handed herself in to police, has been interviewed and released.
Kenneka was buried on Saturday, September 30.
Nobody has been charged and activists protested in Rosemont, calling for the FBI to be called in.
On October 23 the police released “graphic and disturbing” photographs showing Kenneka Jenkins’ body as they claimed it was found in the freezer.
Sam Adam Jr, a lawyer for Jenkins’ mother Tereasa Martin, said the questions posed more questions than they asked. But the Rosemont police declared the case closed.
Few believe that is the last we have heard of Kenneka Jenkins.
THE SERIAL KILLER WHO STRUCK TERROR THROUGH AMERICA’S OLDEST DISTRICT…AND THEN JUST VANISHED
Blaine Pardoe, a New York Times best-selling author, and his daughter Victoria Hester share a love of true crime and they have collaborated together for the first time with a new book, A Special Kind Of Evil, which tells the story of a serial killer in Virginia who has never been caught.
Victoria told Totalcrime: “Even as a little kid I was interested in true crime.”
“I wouldn’t have won any Father of The Year awards because I used to take her to notorious crime scenes when she was a girl,” joked Blaine.
Although he was born in Newport News, Virginia, in 1962 he had moved to Michigan by the time the Colonial Parkway Killer had claimed his first victim in 1986, and Victoria had not even been born.
So why did they choose this case to write a book about together?
“It’s a very historic area. Williamsburg and Jamestown were the first colonies in America (and nearby Yorktown is where the British surrendered in 1781) and it’s only a few hours away from where we live,” said Blaine.
Blaine said: “Cold cases are always interesting. It’s a sub-genre of true crime. People like to be given all the facts and everyone can come to different conclusions.”
Victoria said: “There have been lots of books about Jack The Ripper or The Zodiac Killer but there is no other book about the Colonial Parkway Killer. It’s an old case and it’s almost forgotten.”
As they researched the crimes and wrote the book Blair found himself describing the era to his daughter.
“The 1970s and 80s were my decade. It was my music, my era. But things were different. People hitch-hiked, there was no internet or cellphones and attitudes were very different,” said Blair.
The Colonial Parkway Killer killed eight people – four couples – between 1986 and 1989.
The murders were very different but they all took place in the Colonial Parkway area, a scenic route (pictured, left) which in summer is popular with tourists visiting historic Jamestown, Williamsburg and Yorktown.
Their bodies were found on October 12, 1986, in Thomas’s Honda Civic car. They had been strangled, their throats slashed and an attempt had been made to set fire to the car. There was no evidence of robbery or sexual assault.
“They were a lesbian couple but in those days gay people were persecuted and were forced to endure a closeted lifestyle,” said Blair.
Thomas had graduated from a US military academy but quit the Navy shortly before the murder, disillusioned because women at the time were not allowed on combat vessels. She quit and became a stockbroker.
Thomas and Dowski are believed to have been “making out” in the car, which was parked in a lovers’ lane just off the Colonial Parkway.
All of the killers’ victims were attacked in cars in lovers’ lanes.
Almost a year after Thomas and Dowski were murdered, with the police clueless about who had been responsible, the killer struck again.
On September 22, 1987, David Knobling, 20, and 14-year-old Robin Edwards were shot dead. His pick-up truck had been found at the Ragged Island wildlife refuge and three days later the bodies discovered on a riverbank.
But few people made the link between the first and second murders.
It was only after the third attack that the story really hit the headlines.
On April 9, 1988, Keith Call, 20, a student, and Cassandra Hailey, 18, went missing. Call’s red Toyota Celica was found the next day near the Colonial Parkway but neither body has ever been found.
“Local news covered it extensively after the third murder. The state police put together a taskforce and the FBI became involved,” said Blaine.
But the police and FBI had drawn a blank when, on October 19, 1989, the bodies of Daniel Lauer, 21, and his brother’s girlfriend Annamaria Phelps, 18, were found by hunters just off Interstate 64.
That was the last killing ascribed to the Colonial Parkway Killer and nobody has ever been charged with the crimes.
“At one of the scenes the killer hung a roach clip from the window (pictured, left) and police felt it was a taunt,” said Blaine.
“The investigators believed if they solved one it would solve all of them, but it didn’t work and the families have suffered so much angst over the years,” said Blaine.
Several suspects have been identified over the years, including Michael Nicholaou, who committed suicide after killing his wife Aileen and stepdaughter Taryn Bowman in Florida in 2005.
He was living in Virginia at the time of the murders and reportedly had bondage items, whips, chains, and hard-core porn tapes, including scenes of bestiality, at his pawn shop but there is very little hard evidence to link him to the crimes.
The other suspect, Fred Atwell, a police officer, only emerged in 2009 when he claimed crime scene photographs from the Colonial Parkway case had been inappropriately taken from the FBI’s office.
He was later convicted of a felony related to fraudulent fundraising and remains in jail.
But Blaine says: “Everything we have looked at with Fred Atwell has ended up as a dead-end. He inserted himself into the case and drew interest from the FBI. But when you expose the failings of the FBI you incur their wrath.”
Blaine and Victoria spoke to seven of the eight families involved.
“They just want closure. They have gone through years of not knowing what happened. We are hoping the book will help. Hopefully somebody saw something and will come forward,” said Blaine.
A Special Kind Of Evil is out now.
BULLET AND THE TAMIL GANGSTERS THAT BROUGHT VIOLENT CULTURE WITH THEM FROM SRI LANKA
by Chris Summers 15 June 2017
There have been many waves of immigration to Britain from Asia but few groups have spawned as much violence as young Sri Lankan Tamil men, many of them born into a horrific civil war.
As a gangster called “Bullet” starts a life sentence, what lies behind the violence?
Between 2000 and 2003 violence between Tamil gangs in London spiked, with 10 murders and a series of other bloody incidents. The gangs took their names from towns and villages back in the north and east of Sri Lanka.
The most prominent were Mannar, Ariyalai, Urundari and Valvettithurai, known as VVT. But Scotland Yard swooped on them and after a series of trials most of the killers were jailed and the violence died down.
In May 2009, the civil war in Sri Lanka came to a bloody end when the Tamil Tigers (pictured, left) were surrounded and killed in their jungle hideout by the Sri Lankan Army.
The death of the Tigers’ legendary leader, Velupillai Prabhakaran and their total rout by soldiers from the island’s Sinhalese majority came as a body blow to many Sri Lankan Tamils, who had dreamed of a homeland called Eelam.
Back in London many members of the Sri Lankan Tamil diaspora had protested in Parliament Square, urging the British government to do something to protect the civilians who became caught up in the violence in the spring of 2009.
Many more Sri Lankan Tamil refugees came to live in Britain, many of them psychologically damaged from what they had witnessed. New gangs began to emerge on the streets of London — the Jaffna Boys, Tooting Tamils, the Harrow Gang and the notorious DMX, from Wembley.
Within the Tooting Tamils were two groups of friends who would fall out with each other because of disputes over money from cash machine frauds they were involved in.
Just after 7pm one of the gangs, armed with axes, swords and machetes, started chasing the other group.
Justin Neel Croos, 26 (pictured), was cornered and attacked with an axe.
Another man, Rajendren Mahindaskaran, had three fingers almost severed when he put his hand up to shield his head from a weapon. Mahindaskaran was a promising semi-professional cricketer but his sporting career was ended by the attack.
A third victim suffered a fractured skull.
The leader of the attackers, Prashad Sothalingham — known by the street name “Bullet” — fled to Portsmouth and then Essex, where he was arrested.
Another defendant fled to Yorkshire while one murder suspect, Inkaran Balasingham, fled the country entirely and is believed to still be abroad, possibly in India or Sri Lanka. Eight men were charged with Mr. Croos’s murder and this week the last in a series of trials ended with one being convicted of murder and several others convicted of violent disorder.
Prosecutor Mark Fenhalls, QC, told the Old Bailey it had been a “vicious attack” by men with a “complex history of grievances and violence.”
This week Sothalingam, 25, was jailed for life for the murder of Croos.
Sothalingham (pictured) came to Britain, as an illegal immigrant, at the age of 15 and lied about his past – claiming both his parents died in the 2004 tsunami – in order to stay in the UK.
“Your reaction in the witness box was to state that the feuding of Tamil gangs was based on respect. But where is the slightest respect for the country which has taken you in and supported you?” the judge told him.
“Those who come to this country for a better life or to escape a war-torn country, as Sri Lanka was at the time, are not expected to be grateful. But they cannot simply carry on as before, with feuding criminal gangs using swords, axes and machetes. It will not be tolerated,” the judge added.
A witness had told the jury he saw Sothalingham armed with an axe and saw him hit Mr. Croos on the head with it.
Sugan Selvarajan was found not guilty of murder.
Two other men — Aranventhan Puventhiran, 21, and Sivakaran Ockersz, 18, were cleared of murder by a jury last year but Puventhiran was jailed for 33 months for violent disorder.
Selvarajan, Ockersz and Dayaparan were convicted of wounding and violent disorder and jailed on Wednesday.
35 YEARS AFTER THE DIRTY WAR WILL THE VICTIMS FINALLY GET JUSTICE?
HOW MODERN TECHNOLOGY AND CASUAL SEX MADE FOR A DEADLY COCKTAIL
The cases of Stephen Port, Stefano Brizzi and Ben Bamford were all very different but they all highlighted the vulnerability of promiscuous gay men who cannot resist the thrill of illicit sex.
Port, a serial killer who would have carried on claiming lives if he had not been arrested, has been given a whole life tariff for the murder of four young men at his flat in Barking, east London.
His preference was for skinny young men – known in the gay community as “twinks” – and his four victims all met up with him willingly.
What Gabriel Kovari, 22, Daniel Whitworth, 21, Jack Taylor, 25, and Anthony Walgate, 23, did not know was that Port had a fetish for raping unconscious young men.
He dosed them up with the drug GHB – commonly used for gay sex – but went too far, killing all of them.
Port (pictured, below) dumped their bodies outside his flat or in a churchyard nearby and due to an inadequate police response managed to get away with it for months.
In the same week that Port was convicted, Ben Bamford, 18, was jailed for life for murdering Paul Jefferies, 52, a senior civil servant who advised the government on tax policy.
He sought out sordid gay sex encounters on Grindr and it was there he found Bamford.
But the teenager was in debt to a drug dealer and when he got back in contact with Jefferies he had a hidden agenda – he wanted money.
When Jefferies refused to give him the money he needed he stabbed him with three knives and beat him to death with a candlestick before fleeing in his Audi TT car.
Bamford had been injured in the struggle and was pictured (below) smirking and holding up his middle finger in a selfie taken in his hospital bed.
Brizzi was very different.
Unlike the confident Port or the arrogant Bamford, he was a broken man when he appeared in court, nervous and highly strung, constantly on the verge of tears as he gave evidence.
He had hooked up on Grindr with Gordon Semple, a police officer who was cheating on his live-in boyfriend with a Friday afternoon rendezvous with Brizzi.
Brizzi, an Italian investment banker who had lost his job after becoming addicted to crystal methamphetamine, was into BDSM, as was Semple.
But things went too far and Semple ended up dead.
Brizzi (pictured, below) tried to claim it was all a terrible accident but his actions after Semple’s death – failing to raise the alarm, cutting up the body, cooking part of it in his oven and dis
posing of it – led to him being convicted of murder.
What also counted against him was that he had changed his story.
When he was first arrested he told detectives: “I killed him last week. I met him on Grindr and I killed him. Satan told me to.”
But he later dropped the “voices from Satan” defence and claimed instead that he panicked when he went through Semple’s belongings and found his police ID.
After he was sentenced to spend at least 24 years in prison, Chief Crown Prosecutor for London Baljit Ubhey said: “An evil and calculating man, Brizzi lied to the police and then to the court, claiming that Mr Semple’s tragic death was caused when a sex game went horribly wrong.”
But they also show just how dangerous it is. The stranger could turn out to be a killer.
Of course there were similar killings long before Grindr.
In the 1980s Dennis Nilsen was convicted of murdering 12 men at his home in north London. He famously “killed for company” and would often have sex with his victims’ dead bodies. He was caught when the flesh of his victims clogged up the drains.
On the other side of the Atlantic, Jeffrey Dahmer committed very similar crimes in the 1990s in Milwaukee. He was later murdered in a prison shower after being jailed for life.
And then there was Colin Ireland.
Ireland was a homophobic serial killer. Known as the “Gay Slayer”, he murdered five men in the space of a few months in 1993, all of whom were picked up in gay pubs.
Scotland Yard put out an urgent appeal to catch him (pictured, below).
Ireland, who claimed not to have a grudge against gay men but just chose them because they were easy targets, was eventually jailed for life and died in Wakefield prison in 2012.
Brizzi was found dead in his cell at Belmarsh prison in south-east London on 6 February 2017.
by Chris Summers 5 September 2016
Buller grew up in Toronto but spent summers as a child with relatives from the Mistawasis First Nation in Saskatchewan, and some of her childhood friends became victims.
Buller knows the inquiry will be a painful process for many First Nations people and said this week: “We don’t want to hurt you, and we’ll be respectful. It’s very important to remember in all of this that there are real people and we can never lose sight of that.”
“We need to identify the causes of those disparities and take action now to end them.”
“We know that the inquiry cannot undo the injustices that indigenous peoples have suffered over decades but we can review what has happened in the past, reflect on our present circumstances and chart a path moving forward.”
“I DIDN’T WORRY ABOUT HIM. HE SAID HE WAS ON HIS WAY HOME” – MUM RECALLS HOT SUMMER NIGHT WHEN HER SON WAS MURDERED
by Chris Summers 1 August 2016
Curran, who had been armed with a beer bottle, was jailed for 18 months for her part in the attack and for covering up for Paraschakis after he fled the country. Spouse, who was 28, was cleared of grievous bodily harm with intent and wounding with intent and walked free from court. Sentencing Paraschakis, Judge Giles Forrester said: “The carrying of knives in public places is a menace which blights out streets and makes law abiding citizens fearful. “The streets become dangerous places when young men carry and use knives as you did. “Julian Knight was aged 16 years and his untimely death has had a devastating effect on his family.” That is never more true than today, 10 years after his death. Mrs Jeacock said: “I think about him every day. He was taken away so suddenly.” She said she, and her youngest son – who was 12 at the time – had undergone counselling. “It was devastating for him to lose his older brother. They used to do everything together. He had no-one to look up to and take guidance from. Buster would have been a good role model. It was very difficult for him,” she said. Mrs Jeacock has set up a football team – the JB Knights – in memory of Buster, who loved the sport and was a big Arsenal fan. It started off as a memorial match that his friends organised but nine years later they are still playing in division one of a local league in south east London. The team’s shirts (pictured) are emblazoned with an anti-knife crime message.
WHY DID A VISIT TO A HAIR SALON END IN DEATH FOR SIX YOUNG WOMEN?
by Chris Summers 9 July 2016
It started out as a robbery. It soon went wrong. And by the end of the night it had turned into a tragedy.
Six young women died when fire destroyed Campus Trendz, a clothing boutique and hairdressing salon in Bridgetown, the capital of the beautiful Caribbean island of Barbados.
The victims were Pearl Cornelius, 19, Shanna Griffith, 22, Kelly-Ann Welch, 20, Kellishaw Olivierre, 23, Nikita Belgrave, 24, and Tiffany Harding, 21.
Three of the girls worked in the shop while the others were friends.
They had stopped by, waiting for their friends to finish work so they could hang out together.
Renaldo Alleyne and his hapless Jamar Bynoe really had not thought through their crime.
They arrived around 6.45pm on the night of September 3, 2010 armed not with knives or guns but with Molotov cocktails.
They were planning to rob the owner of the shop, Bibi Ally.
The girls panicked and locked themselves in a storeroom at the back of the shop.
Alleyne and Bynoe grabbed some cash from the till and as they left the bungled raid they tossed the petrol bombs into the shop and started a deadly inferno and the six trapped women died from asphyxiation after breathing in the deadly smoke.
Alleyne was recognised by local people as he fled, many of whom had gone to school with him.
Police also found a CCTV tape of the entire robbery which left no doubt as to what had happened.
Alleyne was arrested almost immediately, pleaded guilty in 2011 and was jailed for life.
But Bynoe denied his guilt.
He said: “I did not in any way plan or was part of any plan to rob that store, Campus Trendz, or setting fire to anyone there. I know nothing whatsoever about these crimes different [from] being here charged and that’s the gospel truth.”
Pearl, who was originally from Guyana and was sometimes known as Amanda, worked part-time at the salon.
Her friend told a Guyanese newspaper: “I knew Amanda was in there but there is nothing we could’a do because the fire was so big. I think when the fire start get hot, they get confuse and ran to the back of the place to hide and could not get out.”
Her mother, Nichola Marshall, told Bynoe’s trial she was in a beauty parlour nearby when she heard there was a fire.
She called her daughter’s mobile phone but there was no answer.
Her mother, Nichola Marshall, told Bynoe’s trial she was in a beauty parlour nearby when she heard there was a fire.
She called her daughter’s mobile phone but there was no answer.
She ran towards the fire and realised with horror that the flames were coming from the building containing the salon.
Mrs Marshall told the court: “Campus Trendz was on fire…I asked for my daughter…I stood outside of the building praying and hoping for my daughter to come out. She never did. I was there from after 6 til 10 or 11 at night. She still didn’t come out. I went home.”
At 3am she was called back to the salon and was asked to identify the lifeless body of her beloved daughter.
Judge Kentish told Alleyne: “You took the lives of six very young women, in one fell swoop, in an act of callousness and utter lack of thought that defied understanding.”
She said Alleyne had devastated the families of the six women and traumatised an entire society.
The judge accepted he was too dim-witted to realise the possible consequences of their actions.
The first trial of Bynoe (left) collapsed on a technicality and it was only this month, after a retrial, he was convicted of murder. The jury took only 51 minutes to reach their verdict.
But Barbados has not executed anyone since 1984 and in 2014 the Barbadian government announced plans to abolish its mandatory death penalty.
Attorney-General Adriel Brathwaite said he expected strong opposition to the plan, as many on the island believed the death penalty was an appropriate punishment.
The island has recently suffered a crime wave, with an increase in robberies, burglaries and murders, which may lead the government to shelve its plans to abolish the death penalty.
But it seems doubtful Bynoe will ever make it to the gallows or Pearl, Shanna Griffith, Kelly-Ann, Kellishaw, Nikita and Tiffany will ever get the justice their families believe they deserve.
HOW THE ‘BALKAN LIAM NEESON’ ENDED UP IN A BRITISH JAIL CELL
By Chris Summers 3 April 2016
“Me and my sister have seen the film Taken and we commented on how much the Liam Neeson character is like our dad,” says 18-year-old Jensila Avdyli.
Avdyli (pictured left, with Jensila) was jailed for 14 years this week for the manslaughter of Asim “Zeni” Marku in the Dolce Vita restaurant in Walthamstow, north east London in April last year.
The killing was caught on CCTV footage and in it Avdyli marches in purposefully, confronts Marku and others at his table, punches him and a few seconds later pulls out a large kitchen knife from his back pocket and stabs him once in the heart.
Earlier in the day Avdyli had been beaten up in the garden of a nearby café by Marku and six others after he tried to stop them abusing his childhood friend, Skender, the owner of the café.
Jensila told totalcrime: “He was always sticking up for people even if it wasn’t his position. He didn’t like to see people bullied.”
Avdyli’s trial at the Old Bailey heard claims that Marku was a bodyguard who worked for Albert Doda. The court heard that Albert and his brother Florin were involved in drug dealing and human trafficking.
Avdyli said that after they beat him they threatened that if they saw him again they would kill him.
He reported the attack to the police but they did not even photograph his injuries and asked HIM if he could obtain CCTV footage from the café.
Later that evening Avdyli walked into the Dolce Vita. He said later he was told Skender was in there and was hoping to get the CCTV footage from him.
But he suddenly found himself face to face with his attackers.
Avdyli claims Marku told him: “This time you’re going to go back in your mother’s pussy.”
He punched Marku and said he only stabbed him because he thought he saw him reaching for a knife.
At 4am he began texting Jensila, saying he was going to prison for “murder” and wanted her to know he loved her.
Jensila told totalcrime: “I saw the texts when I woke up and I thought he was just drunk and it was all bulls***. But then I heard on the radio that a 44-year-old man had been arrested.”
Avdyli, a bear of a man with an angular face, had been a policeman in the town of Tropoje in northern Albania but in 1998 he came to the UK.
Jensila explains: “There was a lot of corruption. My dad’s family was in conflict with the government and a lot of my dad’s cousins had been killed by the government. That is why he left.”
Jensila arrived as a baby, along with her mother, and the family set up home in Crouch Hill, north London.
Avdyli got indefinite leave to remain and began working as a carpenter.
For 10 years things were good. He earned good money and they went on regular family holidays to places like Egypt and Spain.
But when the recession hit in 2009 he lost his job with a construction firm.
Unemployed and bored, he began hanging around Albanian cafes and got addicted to gambling, spending a fortune on fruit machines and roulette tables.
There were frequent rows with his wife and later incidents of domestic violence.
Eventually they got divorced and he moved out.
But he remained a good dad.
Jensila says: “We were very close. It was not really like a father/daughter relationship. It was more like a friend. Now it’s like I have lost a father and a friend. He held the whole family together.”
But another girl has lost her father, and not just temporarily.
“Sadly for both Klea and I our worlds changed on this day.
“Zeni was our provider and protector, and now that man had been taken from Klea and I. He is a husband who I will never grow old with, and Klea cannot remember her father’s hugs or kisses.
“I will have to explain to her how her father was killed. How do I tell her this? What impact is this going to have on her and me for the rest of our lives? None of us know. All we know is that a loving husband and doting father has been taken from us needlessly.”
Jensila and her younger sister plan to visit her dad in prison and she said: “He is disappointed. He claimed he acted in self-defence but the jury decided it was not reasonable self-defence. He feels let down by the system. It’s frustrating because I have seen the killers of completely innocent people get far less.”
She also said her father was worried that his elderly parents, who live in Albania, might die before he is released.
GUNS, BOMBS AND BOLLYWOOD: THE MURKY UNDERBELLY OF MUMBAI
Dawood Ibrahim is not your ordinary gangster and his gang, the D-Company, is not a simply organised crime syndicate.
But that is exactly what Ibrahim (pictured, left) and his sidekick Tiger Memon did on 12 March 1993.
The bombs hit iconic targets like the Bombay Stock Exchange, the Air India building, the Sea Rock hotel and The Plaza cinema and killed 257 people.
The headquarters of the Hindu extremist Shiv Sena party was also a target.
The bombings were said to be revenge for Hindu extremists demolishing the Babri mosque in Ayodhya and then killing Muslims in riots between December 1992 and January 1993.
Mumbai is a city with a large Muslim community and Ibrahim drew his support from them.
But from a business point of view the bombings (pictured, left) were a disaster.
Last year India executed Yakub Memon, another member of D-Company who was accused of financing the bombings.
Ibrahim remains in hiding but D-Company still controls large parts of the Mumbai underworld and is said to launder much of its money by investing in Bollywood movies.
Ibrahim was named a “global terrorist” in October 2003 and three years later then US President George W Bush labelled him a “foreign narcotics trafficker”.
He is said to traffic drugs all over the world, using Mumbai as the hub.
One of Ibrahim’s biggest underworld enemies is Chhota Rajan. The pair fell out after the Mumbai bombings and in 2000 one of Ibrahim’s acolytes, Chhota Shakeel (chhota just means young or junior) tried to kill Rajan in a Bangkok hotel room.
Rajan (pictured left) stayed on the run for years but in October last year he was arrested in Bali and finally extradited back to India where he is wanted for numerous murders.
Shakeel, who is said to be heir to Ibrahim’s crime empire, was interviewed recently by an Indian newspaper.
He said of Rajan: “Today or tomorrow, we will kill him. We missed him in Bangkok and in Australia he escaped before we could attack him. In Bali, we could not get the weapon in time. It was not a failure – he escaped before we could attack him.”
The violence and the back-stabbing in the Mumbai underworld is by no means over.
It is like a Bollywood movie, without the dance numbers, and with a lot more bloodshed.
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUNG GIRL HAVING FUN IN AMERICA?
Kortne Stouffer was just a young girl having fun.
They came round to drink beer at her apartment in the small town of Palmyra, Pennsylvania, and were planning to go to a bar in the centre of nearby Harrisburg later.
At 9.05pm the police were called because neighbours suspected that some of the drinkers were under-age.
They were right. There were seven people in the apartment and everyone was breath-tested.
Only Michael Burdge, 19, and Corey Bowman, 18, tested positive so they were the charged with under-age drinking and taken away.
But Kortne’s boyfriend, Brad Herr, was also arrested, because he was on probation for drink driving.
When the cops left Kortne and her friends tried to laugh it off.
They headed into Harrisburg and had a good night, although there is a suggestion she had a row with another girl and was thrown out of the bar.
A police officer was called again after neighbours complained about Kortne’s dog barking.
The cop spoke to Kortne and left about 3.45am.
Half an hour later the cop came back after neighbours complained about banging noises.
This time nobody answered the door.
But the man who spent the night at her apartment told her father he did not see or hear anything and when he woke up at 7.30am she was gone.
She did not show up for work the next day.
When her mother, Wendy, went to her apartment she found the door unlocked, her wallet and cellphone inside and her car parked outside. But Kortne was nowhere.
Friends mounted several searches on foot, with dogs and on horseback.
Wendy and her husband Scott (pictured left) held “Come Home” vigils to spread awareness of the case, posted up 5,000 flyers and raised $40,000 towards reward money.
But like the character in the book and film Gone Girl, she has vanished.
Unlike Gone Girl though, her friends and relatives are pretty sure she has been murdered.
Pruett obviously became the prime suspect. But he has taken a lie detector test and passed with flying colours.
Police also searched a car owned by Milton Rodriguez, one of the men Kortne went into Harrisburg with, and they also checked out his house.
He is said to have wrapped her body in a carpet and a large plastic bag, taken her from the apartment in a silver van, dismembered her in it and then disposed of the remains in a lake.
Burdge then supposedly cleaned it at the car wash where he worked.
Sadly Burdge (pictured left) died in a car crash in June 2013 and took his secrets to the grave.
There is also a suggestion that Kortne may have been pregnant and that was the reason why she was killed.
Other rumours – discounted by the family – suggest Kortne and her boyfriend, Brad Herr, may have been involved in drug dealing and this led to her death.
But Scott Stouffer is not giving up and is determined to find answers to what happened to his daughter.
He said recently: “In a sense, not having closure is hope for me. Having the hope that she might show up one day. With closure comes reality.”
WILL MILLION DOLLAR REWARDS HELP SOLVE MURDERS OF 18 CHILDREN?
Earlier this month a man was charged with the murder of two-year-old Khandalyce Pearce, whose body was found beside a road in South Australia a few months ago. But the murders of 18 other children in the same state – some as far back as 1966 – have remained unsolved. Will huge new rewards help?
Crimestoppers was founded in New Mexico in 1976 in a bid to solve the murder of a young gas station attendant during an armed robbery.
There are now 1,700 Crimestoppers organisations around the world and they have helped to catch a million criminals.
They enable people to give crucial information anonymously. It is passed on to the police but the informant can stay out of it.
They also help to raise rewards to offer in tough cases which are hard to crack.
South Australia is bigger than Britain, France and Germany put together but it has a population which is less than half that of the Republic of Ireland.
But for some reason there are 13 unsolved child murder cases in South Australia involving 18 children. Crimestoppers, in association with the police and the state authorities, have now offered A$1m rewards in each case.
They vary from the little-known to some of the most notorious in Australian criminal history.
One of the most famous cases is the disappearance of Joanne Ratcliffe, 11, and Kirste Gordon, 4 (pictured, with Joanne on the left) who vanished during an Aussie Rules football match in August 1973.
Joanne was at the game with her parents and little Kirste was there with her grandmother, who regularly sat near the Ratcliffes and knew the family well.
When Kirste wanted to go to the toilet during the match, Joanne agreed to take her.
The toilets were on the other side of the stadium, the Adelaide Oval. But when the girls failed to return 20 minutes later Joanne’s mother asked for the alarm to be raised.
Another famous case is that of the Beaumont children, Jane, 9, Arnna, 7, and Grant, 4, (pictured left) who vanished from Glenelg Beach in January 1966. It may seem odd nowadays in an era where we are so safety-conscious and neurotic about paedophiles, but their parents had allowed Jane to take the younger children to the beach on their own.
Announcing the A$1m rewards the Premier of South Australia, Jay Weatherill, said: “These families deserve justice and they have been deprived of that all these years.
“Even the smallest piece of information can lead to a chain of inquiry which can lead to an arrest of a perpetrator.
“It would not only be an important relief to the family but an important sense of relief for the whole South Australian community if these people could be brought to justice or if we could know just a little bit more about the final resting place of these victims.”
The other killings are:
– Patricia Schmidt, 16, whose body was found off a dirt track at Hallett Cove on December 18, 1971, hours after she was last seen;
– Marilyn Qualmann, 14, who disappeared From her Moorook home on September 21, 1975;
– Alan Barnes, 17, whose body was found under the South Para Bridge near Williamstown on June 24, 1979, less than a week after he disappeared;
– Peter Stogneff, 14, whose remains were found on June 23, 1982, at a Two Wells property, almost 10 months after he disappeared;
– Michaela Godau, 15, who disappeared from her Elizabeth Field home overnight on December 19-20, 1982;
– Richard Kelvin, 15, whose body was found near an airstrip at Kersbrook on July 24, 1983, 19 days after he was abducted from North Adelaide;
– The Pearce family murders – the bodies of Meredith Pearce and her three children Adam, 11, Travis, 9, and Kerry, 2, were found in the ruins of a fire at a Parafield house on January 6, 1991;
– Juan Morgan, 15, who disappeared some time in 1992;
– Rhianna Barreau, 12, (pictured, left) last seen at her Morphett Vale home on October 7, 1992;
– Heather Turner, 16, whose body was found on January 31, 1998, partly submerged in a Port Gawler creek, about two weeks after she was last seen;
– Melissa Brown, aka Trussell, 15, last seen on May 13, 2000, leaving a Blair Athol address with her mother Rosemary Brown, whose body was found at Garden Island on July 2, 2000.
The murders are featured heavily in What Is Crimestoppers by former Toronto crime journalist Cal Millar, which is available on Amazon.
You can contact South Australia Crimestoppers on 1800 333 000 in Australia or online: https://sa.crimestoppers.com.au/crime-stoppers-information-report
HOW AN INNOCENT JOKE LED TO THE DEATH OF TWO YOUNG WOMEN
Mr Osahon (pictured below, left) said the driver of a bus going to Luton was angry and waiting to leave, and local hotel rooms were fully booked.
Asked why he did it, he said: “It was just to motivate people to leave. I would say nobody was making a move towards the door. There was just the same amount of people on the dance floor.”
He said he thought people would know he was joking and added: “I’m well-known on the university scene, I put on an African accent as a comedic persona. I understood that people would see it as a joke and not something very, very serious.”
But his joking triggered a stampede.
People began having trouble breathing and as people pushed from the back some girls fell to the floor, with others piling on top of them.
Revellers began having trouble breathing and, after people in the crowd pushed from the back, some girls fell to the floor with people piling on top of them.
Nabila, a leisure and tourism student who lived in Northampton, died on the night while Laurene-Danielle, a student from Wembley, died three weeks later in Leicester Glenfield Hospital.
Head doorman Chris Edwards gave a statement to police that the club had a capacity of 1,600 and for this Wickedest, Wickedest event 900 tickets had been pre-sold and up to 700 had been bought on the door on the night. He said according to the devices used to count people in and out of the club 1,519 people had gone in and only 60 had come out by the time of the incident.
Fire Officer Steven Swan said there were up to 300 people “packed like sardines on the staircase” and another firefighter described it as being like a “mini Hillsborough”.
The foreman of the jury said Mr Osahon’s announcements telling people to leave was “the most significant factor” in the two deaths.
The foreman said: “We believe the safe exit from the club was not adequately considered by the promoters and the club. We believe the most significant factor that caused the overcrowding in the vestibule and the crush on the stairs was the DJ announcements in that 14 were made in the space of 30 minutes.’
The foreman added that lack of management in the cloakroom and crowd’s attitude and behaviour was also a factor.
He said: “I feel very strongly that there must be a clearer understanding of accountability from this tragedy.”
THE FAMILY LUNCH WHICH ENDED IN MURDER
“Then the phone cut off, I didn’t hear anything else, just a car skid.”
Earlier Michael Magarian QC, representing Mikey Bagnall, suggested Bayne had “a desire to prove yourself” and added: “That’s why you did what you did that day.” The events of 23 November 2014 created a brutal fracture in the previously solid and united Bayne/Bagnall family. Mikey threatened Andrew Bayne in Belmarsh prison, while Andrew and Anthony clearly loathed Mikey. They blamed each other for what had happened.
The trial was told that Mikey had forged a letter claiming to be from Andrew’s girlfriend, Nicky, in which she told him she was dumping him, had been seeing someone else while he was in prison and told him to hang himself. This week Mikey Bagnall and Andrew Bayne were convicted of murder.Bagnall was jailed for life with a minimum of 28 years while Bayne got a 30 year tariff.
His uncle Anthony Bayne was convicted of affray.
ARE POLICE COVERING UP MURDER IN GOA?
by Chris Summers 2 November 2015
Goa is an idyllic, tropical paradise where millions of people go on holiday every year.
But when Felix Dahl was found dead on a road in Goa in January this year his family were to discover the woeful shortcomings of the local police.
Felix was a 22 year old economics student from Finland who decided to travel to India in October last year.
Ms Pirhonen has now set up a Facebook page – https://www.facebook.com/felix.dahl.info/ – and has offered a reward of 1 lakh (1,400 euros or £1,000) in a bid to get information about his death.
His father and brother game to visit him in Goa.
His Finnish girlfriend then came to stay with him for three weeks. She left on January 8 and at the time Felix had 700 euros in cash but had lost his Visa card.
His mother said: “This money was supposed to be enough as he was coming home a few weeks later. “
Ms Pirhonen said: “Something happened during the January 24-25 weekend. I think Felix’s money was stolen or finished this weekend. I suspect that Felix was warned that somebody wants to kill him that weekend, because his behaviour changed. He was afraid and nervous and he started to sleep on the beach.”
On the Monday – January 26 – his mother received a disturbing phone call from Felix.
She said: “He told me that I am not to blame for anything, I have raised him in the best possible way and it is not my fault. I could not understand what he talked about. He did not explain it. “
He also said that in the summer of 2011 he had some contacts with criminals, but this does not be true. Probably he wanted his mother to remember that he mentioned criminals, in case something would happen to him. However, he assured her that everything was okay and he was happy in Goa.
She expected him to call back later that week for a longer chat.
That evening Felix went into the town of Patnem and ended up in a fight with two men on the beach.
Ms Pirhonen said there were various accounts of what happened that night: “According to police in Goa, Felix was involved in looking for a bag of a tourist on the beach. The dogs had taken the bag that contained passport and other documents of that person, and Felix helped to look for that bag when the dogs attacked him.
“While he was fighting with the dogs, locals came to rescue the dogs and for a while there was a complete chaos on the beach. During this chaos Felix was beaten by the locals.”
Whatever happened what is known is that Felix was badly beaten by the men and was taken back to Agonda by the police. No-one was arrested.
The next day Felix appeared paranoid to acquaintances and he told a Norwegian photographer that his life was in danger and he needed help to get out of Goa.
He asked: “Do you think I will be alive tomorrow?”
The Norwegian promised to help him but Felix left with a Goan acquaintance, Lenslood Fernandes, who had borrowed a car and took him to the home of a doctor, Dr Tavares.
Ms Pirhonen said she had spoken to Dr Tavares who confirms he gave Felix a tetanus shot, put some iodine on his wounds and gave him a prescription for antibiotics.
He described Felix as depressed, nervous and afraid but not intoxicated.
At around 9 pm they went to a restaurant in Patnem but Mr Fernandes said Felix left while he was in the toilet.
Felix’s body was found in the morning down a lonely road (pictured) that led into a forest.
A woman who lives nearby and had been hosting a dinner party saw a shirtless man – possibly Felix – walking towards the forest at around 1.30am.
She warned him the road was a dead end and he turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, towards the place where he was later found.
Felix had suffered a fatal wound to the back of his head and a small wound over his one eye.
But nobody knew who the dead man was for several hours because he had no phone or identity documents on him.
Ms Pirhonen said the area where Felix found was never treated like a crime scene and any forensic evidence was trampled on.
Police Sub-Inspector Prashal Desai told The Goan newspaper: “The post mortem report also don’t show any major injury which can convert the case as murder case…Cause of death is due to the head injury as specified in the report of government hospital. But the injuries are an irregular shape and it can happen with the fall.”
But Felix’s head injuries could not be caused by falling along a road according to two forensic doctors.
Felix’s friend, who identified Felix based on pictures taken by the police, told Finnish journalists: “You could see that he had a wound in the back of his head, as if someone hit him from behind. I think someone killed him.
But the Goan police did not admit a crime had been committed.
Ms Pirhonen (pictured, hugging a young Felix) says of the police in Goa: “They should have investigated the crime, instead of trying to cover it up. The uninvestigated crimes against tourists and locals alike in Goa are human rights violations. The task of the local police seems to be to cover up the crimes against tourists so that no negative news is spreading of Goa as a dangerous holiday destination. They should remember that even the news about uninvestigated crimes brings negative publicity. It would be better for the tourism in the long run to investigate the crimes properly and bring the criminals to the justice.”
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MUM TURNS SLEUTH IN BID TO PROVE SON WAS MURDERED
by Chris Summers 16 October 2015
A plucky mum has turned Miss Marple in a bid to prove her son was murdered in north London.
Ambrose Ball, a father-of-two, went missing in January this year but his body was only found three months later, in the River Lea in Tottenham.
His mum, Ruth Lovell, was told by police that her son had crashed his BMW car before disappearing.
Ms Lovell said she was shown a body at Haringey mortuary but she does not believe it was her son. She pointed out that a recent tattoo of a Mexican lady on one side of his torso had vanished.
An inquest into Ambrose’s death which was due to open in August has now been delayed until the New Year as the Independent Police Complaints Commission (IPCC) investigates the actions of police officers after he was reported missing.
She is demanding a fresh, independent autopsy on her son’s body.
Ms Lovell believes her son was “set up” by a friend and then ambushed and stabbed to death in front of a crowd of people, many of whom were filming events on their mobile phones.
She said she was only shown CCTV footage from the pub seven months after her son’s death and she said it was riddled with inconsistencies.
Ms Lovell said she believes he was killed 24 hours before the police claimed and she also said the footage showed her son, having been attacked by several men, take off his shirt and then run towards a group of police officers.
The police claim Ambrose (pictured, with one of his children) then got into his car and drove off. But she said the man in the film getting into a car was not her son because Ambrose had a pronounced limp from a car accident.
Ms Lovell said her son worked as a car sprayer and doted on his two children but his relationship with their mother, Zoe, broke up in 2014 and he was forced to move into a flat with a friend, Alpesh Mistry.
She said her son was trying to save up for a deposit on a flat and became involved in a hydroponic cannabis operation.
The crop was harvested in December and Ms Lovell said friction developed with Ambrose’s partners suspecting him of ripping them off.
Ms Lovell said: “My son was not a drug dealer or a gang member and he had not ripped anyone off but he was being threatened two weeks before he died.”
On Wednesday 21 January Ambrose came to see his mother and she said: “He was frightened of something and I couldn’t help him. He said ‘I love you, mum’ and left.”
But Ambrose’s mother never saw him again.
On the morning of Saturday 24 January Mr Mistry came to her house “looking like a ghost” and said they had gone to The Fox on the Friday night, Ambrose had got into a fight and then had driven off and crashed his car before walking off.
Ms Lovell went out to the area in Tottenham Marshes where Ambrose had reportedly crashed and she found one of the car’s wheels and some debris.
A few days later another friend, Jason Wright – who goes by the street name of “Feak” – said he had found Ambrose’s jacket.
It later transpired that the police had towed away Ambrose’s BMW (pictured, left) and taken it to a forensic examination centre in Perivale, west London.
But his body was only found by chance three months later, in the water.
The police later claimed they carried out a three-day fingertip search of the area.
In August the police showed Ms Lovell CCTV footage from The Fox in Palmers Green which they claim had been taken on the Thursday night.
In it Ambrose can be seen fighting with several men while a crowd gathers around and films events on their phones.
She says she knows who attacked him and she believes she knows who killed him and who “set him up”. She believes some of those involved are possibly police informers.
But she says the police remain convinced Ambrose died in an accident.
On the eve of the inquest the IPCC launched an investigation and the coroner, Andrew Walker, has now delayed proceedings until the outcome of that probe.
Ms Lovell said: “The police tried to section me (in a mental hospital) at one point. But there is nothing wrong with me. I’m not delusional. I just know my son has been killed and I’m going to prove it.”
A Metropolitan Police spokeswoman said: “Following concerns raised by Ambrose Ball’s family, the Met made a referral to the IPCC on 15 July. The IPCC are now carrying out an independent investigation into the circumstances surrounding Ambrose’s death.”
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I DON’T WANT MY SISTER’S KILLER BACK IN MY CITY
By Chris Summers 2 October 2015
The brother of a woman stabbed and thrown out of a 12th storey flat in Nottingham is outraged to hear that her killer has been released from prison and is living in a hostel on the outskirts of the city.
Susan Hooton, 36, a mother of three, was attacked by Paul “Scruff” Hufton, 41, in December 1997.
Her brother Kevin takes up the story: “She went out for a few drinks on the night of 30 December 1997 and after going to a few pubs in the St Ann’s area ended up back at my uncle Fred’s flat in Sneinton.”
Burrows Court, the block of flats where Fred Hooton lived – he has since died – now lies derelict and is due for demolition. Ironically Kevin Hooton can still see it out of his bedroom window.
But Kevin Hooton and his family have never had an answer to the mystery of how exactly his sister met her death.
“She had a boyfriend and three children and she was a very likeable and popular person. She was free-willed and she liked a good night out. She was probably too friendly and trusting for her own good,” said Kevin.
He said: “She had been drinking and at some point she left my uncle’s flat and said she was going home. But a while later there was a knock on the door and there was Scruff, who said: ‘Susan’s jumped out the window’.”
Kevin, who is now 43, told totalcrime: “Fred called an ambulance and ran all the way down 12 floors, he was in such a state he couldn’t wait for the lift so he just ran down.”
Kevin said: “The first I heard of it was when I had a call from my mother and she was in tears. I’d never heard her cry in my whole life. She said ‘Susan’s dead’.”
Detectives soon realised Hufton’s story about her jumping was nonsense. The window was not easy to open and fall out of and the autopsy soon revealed that she had been stabbed six times prior to the fall.
There were no CCTV cameras covering the 12th floor but police did find footage of Hufton going to a rubbish chute and putting her handbag and some clothes down it.
He had also cleaned his flat and his kitchen stank of bleach. But forensics officers were able to find traces of blood in the kitchen.
“We don’t know whether he dragged her into his flat or whether he was being friendly and talked her into coming in. But he must have picked her body up and thrown out the window like garbage,” said Kevin.
Hufton was tall and well-built while Susan had been “stick thin”, according to her brother.
Police had enough evidence to charge Hufton with murder and, at a plea and directions hearing, his lawyer came up to Susan’s mother and said: “I’m sorry for your loss but my client is going to plead guilty today.”
In 1998 Hufton was jailed for life for murder and was given an 18 year tariff by the judge, but this was later reduced to 12 years.
Kevin said: “We made a victim impact statement at the time and the Victim Support and probation people kept us in the picture about him. I wanted to say that he should never be allowed out but they told me I shouldn’t say that and it wouldn’t affect whether or not he gets parole anyway.”
Susan’s mother died of lung cancer in July 2012 and Kevin says: “She was so happy as she lay dying because she knew she’d be reunited with Susan.”
In 2013 they were told Hufton was being moved to an open prison – as happened recently to notorious gangster and M25 killer Kenneth Noye – to prepare him for his release.
At one point Hufton was sent back to a Category C prison but the following year he was again brought to an open prison.
As his parole board hearing approached Kevin was asked for another victim impact statement and he wrote in it that he did not want Hufton to be allowed to come and live in Nottingham again.
“They put an exclusion zone around Nottingham, including her grave. I didn’t want him going there in case he had a guilt trip,” said Kevin.
“I found out he was released in July and is now in a hostel on the outskirts of Nottingham. I was very upset,” said Kevin, “How disrespectful to even come back.”
Kevin said: “I told the probation service that he has never given any explanation for why he did it. They wouldn’t tell me whether he had ever said anything about it while he was in prison.”
He said Hufton was now 56 and he said: “What happens if he goes out for a drink? We have all done silly things when we’ve had a few beers but Hufton is a killer and he killed after drinking heavily. He’s a danger to society.”
Kevin said he will not stop until he finds Hufton and he fears what he could do if he came face to face with him.
“He stabbed my sister. He murdered my sister. I will not forgive him. I would like to confront him and see what he has to say for himself. But he has had 15 years to make something up. Whatever he says would it be believable?” says Kevin.
INQUEST LIFTS LID ON WORLD OF STREETRACING
By Chris Summers 14 September 2015
A coroner this week asked the Crown Prosecution Service to consider prosecutions after sensationally suspending an inquest which shed light into the dark and secret world of streetracing on Britain’s roads.
Three men died in the early hours of 23 December 2013 after a crash which could have been a scene from a Fast & Furious film. Their car – a high-performance Subaru Impreza (pictured) – collided with another vehicle, flew into the air and smashed head-on into a lorry on the North Circular Road in Bounds Green, north London.
This week an inquest heard the Subaru – a model which has appeared in several Fast & Furious movies – was reported by witnesses “racing” three other cars at the time of the accident. At least one of the cars is believed to have had a special nitrous oxide kit and all four had been souped-up to make them go faster.
The inquest heard the cars were believed to have been at a midnight gathering of high-performance car enthusiasts at a McDonald’s near the A10 in Enfield shortly before the crash.
PC Paul Tydeman, a senior forensic collision investigator, told the inquest: “It’s a problem that occurs in a lot of places in and around London. It’s an unofficial meet. It’s not sanctioned by any body and it tends to move around so it’s difficult to police.
”They are organised on social media and by word of mouth and if the police turn up they just move to another location.”
Witnesses said the four cars were driving at between 70 and 80mph in a 30mph zone, weaving in and out and cutting in front of each other.
Motorist Thomas Mangold told police the four cars appeared like “bats out of hell” from a slip road and described their driving behaviour as “very dangerous”. The drivers of the three surviving cars all gave evidence at the inquest.
A passenger in one of the cars, Ramzi Saba, gave police a statement
Ali Hassan, who was driving a high-performance Vauxhall Astra, claimed he was driving at 35-37mph; Bader Nokhas, who was driving a black VW Golf, said he was doing 40mph and Abdul Hussain, another Golf driver, admitting only to driving at 40-50mph, although he admitted he had not been insured.
All three men denied they had been racing and said they had simply been driving home.
Coroner Andrew Walker suspended the inquest and said he would be writing to the CPS and asking them to reconsider whether they wished to prosecute in the light of evidence which had emerged at the inquest.
One of Jawad Qureshi’s brothers, Seyjad, welcomed the coroner’s action and told the inquest: “It’s quite clear to us that there are a lot of lies going on. I can safely say that we would like further action to be taken.”
Detective Sergeant Helen Lambert told the inquest there were no speed cameras along that stretch of road and there was no CCTV footage of the accident.
Earlier Mr Walker asked the police officer if streetracing itself was illegal and she said: “There are potential offences of speeding and careless driving but we were unable to find evidence of careless driving.”
The inquest heard from eyewitness, Anil Makwana, who said two blue flames shot out of the back of one of the Golfs and it suddenly crossed from the inside lane to the outside lane, causing Mr Hassan’s Vauxhall Astra to brake suddenly.
Mr Qureshi’s Subaru clipped the back of the Astra, flipped into the air, crossed the central reservation and hit a Warburton’s bakery lorry.
Lorry driver Bambos Kyriacou broke down as he was asked about the crash. He said he had been driving his 13 ton DAF lorry back tothe depot after delivering bread to supermarkets when he saw a vehicle flying across the central reservation towards him.
“It happened so quick,” said Mr Kyriacou who paused and had to take a sip of water as he was overwhelmed by a flashback of the incident.
He was unable to go on but the coroner read from his statement in which he described a “massive exploision” and said his lorry veered to the left and ended up colliding with a bus stop.
PC Tydeman told the inquest both the Golf cars had been examined and only Mr Nokhas’s had two exhaust pipes.
Mr Walker said: “Key evidence has emerged which has identified the driver of the black Golf which moved in front of the Astra, causing it to brake and thus causing the collision.”
Jawad Qureshi, who lived in Headstone Drive, Harrow, managed a car park at Heathrow; Haider Qureshi(known as Hadz or T) was from Westfield Close, Kingsbury and was married with a four-year-old son, and Mr Rubani was from Litchfield Gardens, Willesden and wasmarried with two children.
Streetracing is more common in the United States. Earlier this month Julio Lopez, 46, died in Pomona, California, after a souped-up Mustang crashed into his silver Nissan Altima at an intersection. The Mustang driver had been racing a friend, who was also driving a high-performance Mustang. Two men have been arrested.
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by Chris Summers 1 September 2015
The murders of elderly people can sometimes be overlooked and that was very nearly the case with serial killer Stephen Akinmurele. He is thought to have killed at least three pensioners in Blackpool and the Isle of Man before he happened upon Eric Boardman, 76, and his wife Joan, 74, (pictured below) in October 1998. Former Detective Superintendent Mick Gradwell was head of Blackpool CID at the time and he recalls: “Akinmurele was quite a handy lad but there was something missing from his eyes.
“I’ve never seen a great white shark but they say they have dead eyes. He was like that. There was no remorse or understanding.”
by Chris Summers 11 August 2015
When Margaret Livesey died 15 years ago her will contained an extraordinary clause: it instructed her solicitors to fight to clear her name of murder.
She had been convicted of murdering her 14 year old son Alan in 1979 in the small town of Bamber Bridge, Lancashire.
The main evidence against her was a confession which she had made and then recanted.
Dan McCauley, a criminology lecturer in nearby Blackburn, is fascinated with the case and last year he finally forced Lancashire Police to release witness statements under the Freedom Of Information Act.
As a young woman Mr McCauley’s mother Ruth had lived four doors down from the Liveseys in a road called The Crescent and was friends with Leslie Matthews, who had found the body.
He said: “When you read the statements the police’s version of events just does not add up.”
On the night of 22nd February 1979 Alan’s father Bob was working a night shift at the nearby British Leyland lorry factory and his mother had gone to the pub for a drink with friends Frank Bamber and Marion Walker.
She returned to The Crescent around 11pm and called in on her friend, Eileen Matthews, after spotting her son Andrew hanging around in the street.
The police would later claim that between being dropped off and going to the Matthews home – which was at the other end of The Crescent – she had returned home, murdered her son, cleaned herself and completely regained her composure.
The “window of opportunity” was no more than 11 minutes.
Mr McCauley says: “It just doesn’t add up and there are so many unanswered questions. Why was Alan wearing his cadet uniform when he didn’t even have cadets that night? Why had a scarf been tied around his neck and then he been stabbed through it? And what about the cigarette packet?”
Mr and Mrs Livesey smoked Dunhill cigarettes while Alan, despite his age, often smoked Player’s Number 6 but an unopened packet of a third brand, Benson & Hedges, was found in the house and no explanation was ever given for who it belonged to. It was not mentioned at the murder trial.
Peter Knightingale, an autistic boy who lived next door, told the police he had seen a boy leaving the Livesey house around 10pm and next door neighbour Susan Warren said she had heard shouting coming from the house around the same time, when Mrs Livesey was in a pub more than a mile away.
An investigation by the BBC’s Rough Justice programme in 1982 suggested the killer was a young man and the motivation could have been some form of “homosexual torture”.
Mr McCauley said of Mrs Livesey’s confession: “The police’s story was that Alan had stolen a car and had been misbehaving and she was sick of him but when they said to her ‘You’ve done it, haven’t you?” she replied: “If you are telling me I have done it then I must have done.”
He said the police led her through the events and she just went along with it.
But she recanted her confession a few days later and maintained her innocence for the next 22 years.
Mrs Livesey was freed from prison in 1989 after 10 years but her appeals failed and she died, aged 64, in February 2001, of throat cancer, without having cleared her name.
In 2009, the Lancashire Evening Post ran a series of articles on the 30th anniversary of the case. Alan’s father remained convinced of her guilt, as did the officer in charge of the case, Detective Superintendent Ian Hunter, but Alan’s brother Derek, who had been serving with the British Army in Germany at the time, remained convinced of her innocence.
Mr McCauley says: “If a case like this came to court today with this sort of evidence it would be thrown out before it even started. But things were very different in the 1970s.”
As for the real killer he says: “It could have been that it was a one-off, maybe they panicked and moved away and he has felt no reason to admit to it since. We may never know.”
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IS JOINT ENTERPRISE JUST A DRAGNET FOR CRIMINALS?
by Chris Summers 16 July 2015
If you were looking for a poster boy for miscarriage of justice you would not choose Joe Tingle.
He was a drug dealer who sold heroin to addicts on a poverty-stricken estate on Teesside, in the north of England.
But he was no killer and his case illustrates the problem with the law of joint enterprise.
As his wife, Natalie, told totalcrime: “It’s a massive dragnet which targets working class people. We can’t fight against it. None of those involved in Joint Enterprise are rich and most can’t can’t fight against their convictions without legal aid, which has been cut back and is extremely hard to get.”
Billingham, near Middlesbrough, is a town which has been in decline for decades.
As jobs in the shipyards and at the massive ICI Chemicals factory nearby have dried up, the area has suffered from high unemployment for years.
Joe Tingle supplied drugs to junkies on Billingham’s Low Grange estate.
On March 24, 2007 one of his dealers, Mark Fairweather, was robbed of £80 worth of heroin by an addict, 34-year-old Richard Petty.
The following morning Petty was stabbed to death.
But Tingle, who was 23 at the time, did not deliver the blow and was not even in the room when it happened.
He claims he did not even realise his friend, Mark “Peo” Pearson, 28, had been carrying a knife when he went to confront Petty.
Natalie takes up the story: “The witness statements are a joke but what is clear is that they went to the flat where Petty lived, which had a concierge, and Joe made no attempt to conceal his identity, which surely he would have done if he was planning on killing someone.
She says: “Joe deserved to go to jail for drug dealing but not for a murder that he did not commit.”
In September 2007 Tingle and Pearson were both jailed for life with a minimum tariff of 18 years for the murder of Petty.
So Joe, now 31, will not be eligible for parole until at least 2025.
Natalie (pictured below) says: “We got married earlier this year and he has taken on the father role role for my daughter Tillie, who is four. He draws her pictures and speaks to her on the phone.
“My life is on hold but that’s alright, that’s my choice. But when he gets out he’ll be quite an old dad if we want to have more children.”
She says he has changed in prison. He regrets the drug dealing and has thrown himself into education – completing his English and Maths GCSEs which he neglected at school – and she says: “He has tried to make the best out of what he can.”
He wants to do an NVQ qualification in cooking but has to wait until he is moved to a Category C prison.
Jan Cunliffe, from the pressure group Joint Enterprise: Not Guilty by Association (JENGbA), says: “Joint Enterprise allows prosecutors to build a case on speculation and possible foresight that a crime may occur instead of real physical evidence.
“The public are unaware that they can go to prison for life for the actions of another. When it comes to murder there is no need for the prosecution to prove that death or really serious harm was intended.
“The burden of proof in a JE case so low we are all at risk. When prosecutors are calling crimes a joint enterprise even in spontaneous unplanned situations we all need to show our concerns.”
At the General Election earlier this year both Labour and the Liberal Democrats called in their manifestos for joint enterprise to be reformed.
But the overwhelming Conservative victory has destroyed JE campaigners hopes of dismissing a law which they believe is intrinsically unfair.
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HOW WAS KILLER ALLOWED TO GO MISSING AND KILL AGAIN?
by Chris Summers 23 June 2015
As Britain heads towards a referendum on leaving the European Union the spotlight will increasingly be focused on keeping out dangerous foreign criminals.
But it is a two-way street as the case of Sean Heiss proved.
Imagine the uproar if a foreigner – who was the prime suspect for a murder in his own country – was allowed into the UK and then killed an innocent British woman.
Well that is exactly what happened, in reverse, to Clementina Naura Liscano, killed by a rogue British citizen in Spain.
Earlier this month Heiss, 30, (pictured left) was jailed for life for murdering his mother, Margaret Sheehy, in the London suburb of Kingston-upon-Thames in June 2012.
But it emerged during his trial at the Old Bailey that after the murder he had disappeared off the radar, spending months travelling across Europe before killing a second woman, almost beheading her, in a horrific attack in Barcelona, Spain.
Heiss, who had been diagnosed with schizophrenia, was found guilty of murder by a jury who rejected his plea of guilty to manslaughter due to diminished responsibility.
While there is little doubt he suffered from mental illness Heiss’s actions were clearly those of a cunning criminal who was trying to evade justice.
After strangling his mother he stole her debit cards, travelled to Paris on the Eurostar and withdrew money from her account before heading to Spain.
The Metropolitan Police were 99% certain Heiss had killed his mother and issued a European arrest warrant.
But the wheels of bureaucracy turned too slowly and when Heiss was detained by Spanish police in San Sebastian on 23 June after threatening a hotel receptionist with a knife they were not aware he was wanted in Britain and he was released on bail.
He vanished for most of that summer and is believed to have been living rough in northern Spain.
On 29 September Heiss, who had been sleeping in an ATM foyer, attacked Clementina Naura Liscano, punching and kicking her before stabbing her in the throat and almost cutting her head off.
This time he did not try to get away and was arrested on the spot.
Heiss claimed Ms Liscano told him: “You stink, you are stupid.”
He said, in his typically self-pitying way: “This is the story of my life. I keep getting disrespected by people I don’t even know.”
Heiss was convicted of Ms Liscano’s murder in Spain last year but the Spanish authorities agreed to extradite him to Britain on condition that he be returned to serve the rest of his sentence at the end of the trial.
On 4 June Judge Gerald Gordon sentenced him to life with a minimum tariff of 27 years. Four days later he was flown back to Spain to serve the rest of his 22 year sentence for Ms Liscano’s murder.
At the conclusion of that sentence it is expected he will be sent back to Britain to begin his life sentence for his mother’s murder.
The trial heard that Heiss had quit his job as a supermarket worker and was relying on unemployment benefits at the time of the killings. He had his own flat in Surbiton but would often spend evenings at his mother’s flat in Kingston.
Heiss told police his benefits had been cut off and he had run out of food. He was £200 overdrawn. He claimed his mother refused to feed him and he was turned away from a local food bank. He even suggested she was trying to poison him.
The prosecutor Sarah Plaschkes QC, told the trial Mrs Sheehy, a telemarketing executive (pictured above), had been planning to sell her flat and live mortgage-free in Bournemouth or Spain.
She had considered paying off some of Heiss’s debts but then changed her mind and decided to stay in her flat and continue working after all.
The judge rejected Mrs Plaschkes’ claim that Heiss was motivated by money, saying: “In my view the cause of the killing that night was anger, not greed.”
But he said nothing about the failures of the authorities to detain Heiss before he carried out a second murder three months later.
WHEN DOES CRIME JOURNALISM BECOME A CRIME?
By Chris Summers 1 June 2015
Last month The Sun’s crime reporter Anthony France was given a suspended jail sentence following an investigation by Scotland Yard’s Operation Elveden, which looked into payments by journalists to police officers.
His conviction came as a surprise to me and many other crime reporters because it came only two months after The Sun’s chief reporter John Kay, 71, royal editor Duncan Larcombe, 39, executive editor Fergus Shanahan, 60, and deputy editor Geoff Webster, 55, were all cleared of wrongdoing in a very similar case.
Kay, Shanahan and Webster had been charged with paying a Ministry of Defence official, Bettina Jordan-Barber, around £100,000 for a series of stories which she leaked to the paper.
Jordan-Barber, 42, was jailed for 12 months but the journalists’ defence was that they were “acting in the public interest” by exposing stories about army failures in Afghanistan and Iraq, disciplinary proceedings and sexual misconduct among officers.
Jordan-Barber was known as Kay’s “number one military contact”.
So what was different in France’s case?
He too had a “Deep Throat” source within the police – PC Timothy Edwards, who worked at Heathrow airport.
PC Edwards, who received £22,000 in payments from The Sun for tip-offs, admitted his role and was jailed for two years.
But why was France’s public interest defence rejected by the jury?
Was it simply because some of the stories he ran were considered not important enough?
The trial heard that one occasion The Sun ran a story under the headline “Sexual Heeling” about a British Airways engineer who had a fetish for high heels.
BA installed secret cameras at the airport to discover why some of their ceiling tiles were being damaged. The cameras revealed the man – who I will not name to spare him further embarrassment – prancing around in a bodice and stilettos on a home-made catwalk made out of tiles.
The police were called in but no charges were brought. The man resigned from BA but did not tell his wife the reasons why he had left.
A year later PC Edwards – who had arrested the man – recalled the story and tipped off France about it.
France (pictured above when he exposed lapses in parliamentary security) confronted the man, who had three children, and his wife found out for the first time what he had been up to.
At the trial Zoe Johnson QC, prosecuting, asked France: “Was that story in the public interest or was it just ‘of interest to the public’?”
France insisted it was a story with a legitimate public interest because the man had security clearance at the airport and could have laid himself open to blackmail.
The jury evidently disagreed.
In sentencing him, Mr Justice Pontius, said the “Sexual Heeling” story and another article, about airport staff making lewd comments about a colleague after she used on of their security body scanners, were the “worst examples” of unwarranted invasions of privacy.
The judge said: “The Heathrow ‘body scanner’ story is an example, intended to titillate and published regardless of the private life of the woman concerned – herself already the victim of disgraceful behaviour by a colleague – to the inexcusable extent of revealing her name and printing her picture. The apology, a couple of centimetres square and tucked away at the bottom of a page deep inside the paper, regrettably did not appear until about 18 months after the original article.”
France was supported in court by The Sun’s crime editor Mike Sullivan and former News of the World reporter Lucy Panton, who comforted his tearful mother when he was finally released from the dock.
Many people reading about France’s conviction might consider it good news and a sign that “corrupt journalism” is being rooted out.
There are cases – like the murder of private detective Daniel Morgan – where the relationship between some journalists and police officers has been extremely unhealthy.
But is there not a danger that some crime stories will simply go unreported?
The judge said much of France’s reporting was genuinely in the public interest and added: “Obvious specific examples are those stories which concerned airline safety, such as drunken pilots and the smuggling by crews of drugs, the importation from the United States of vicious ‘X-men’ style weapons and the movement in and out of this country of British Islamic extremists.”
This case may well be a deterrent to officers like PC Edwards who may be tempted to reply to the “We Pay Cash for Stories” teasers so often carried by The Sun.
Mr Justice Pontius said: “It is a practice which is certainly not improper, still less is it to be condemned, least of all by me, as long as it does not involve – as it did in this case – encouragement by a journalist to anyone holding public office to abuse their trusted position, for payment, by providing confidential information obtained in the course of their work in order that it might be used to feed the public’s appetite for news which sometimes amounts to no more than titillating gossip.”
It would be a good thing if ordinary people’s privacy is not invaded in future.
But crime reporting is under siege as news desks cut down on journalists leaving the office to go to court or meet contacts in the police or criminal underworld.
So there is a danger that the Edwards/France case will further discourage police officers from tipping off journalists about matters of genuine public interest.
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WHEN LIVE FOOTBALL TURNED INTO A DEADLY HORROR
By Chris Summers 18 May 2015
May 1985 was probably the nadir of English football.
That month saw three terrible tragedies which highlighted how dangerous the game had become off the pitch.
On 11 May 56 people died when flames tore through the old wooden main stand at Bradford City’s Valley Parade ground during a game with Lincoln.
On the same day – in an incident which was eclipsed by the Bradford fire – a 15-year-old boy was killed at Birmingham City’s St Andrews ground during a huge brawl between Birmingham and Leeds United fans.
As a 17-year-old who was on the fringes of the “casuals” scene at the time, it was both an exciting and terrifying time.
I remember watching on TV as the third tragedy unfolded on the night of 29 May.
It was the European Cup Final in Brussels, between Liverpool and Juventus.
Liverpool, the English champions, had in their team great players like Kenny Dalglish, Ian Rush and Alan Hansen while the Turin team included Italian legends Marco Tardelli and Paolo Rossi aswell as Poland’s Zbigniew Boniek and Frenchman Michel Platini, one of the best players of his generation.
But as the pundits discussed the game beforehand it was clear that trouble was brewing on the crumbling terraces of the old Heysel stadium.
Segregation was poor and antagonism between the two sets of fans suddenly triggered an invasion of a section involving Juventus fans by Liverpool supporters, many of whom had been drinking all day.
As the Italians fled a crush was caused at one end of the terrace and 39 people died, mostly Italians.
The tragedy played out live on television with commentators struggling to put into words what was happening in front of their eyes.
The game should have been postponed but officials feared there would be more trouble if they did so, so after a delay of more than an hour it finally kicked off and Juventus won 1-0, with a Platini penalty. But the score was almost irrelevant amid the death toll and Platini’s ashen face suggested it was a hollow victory.
Thirty years later Francesco Caremani, the author of a new book on the tragedy, told totalcrime: “Heysel was the worst massacre in the history of world football, because there was nothing random or accidental in what happened.
“Hooliganism was well known in England and widely underestimated in Europe. After Heysel the whole world realised how serious hooliganism had become, but the British did nothing to combat it.”
English clubs were banned from European competition for several years – ironically Liverpool’s great rivals Everton were the biggest losers – but Mr Caremani says nothing was done to reform football in England until after the Hillsborough disaster four years later.
In that case the victims were ironically Liverpool fans.
Mr Caremani said: “I’m convinced that Hillsborough is the son of the failure of memory of Heysel.”
When Liverpool played Juventus for the first time since Heysel some unforgiving Italian fans raised placards which suggested the deaths at Hillsborough were some sort of payback for the actions of Liverpool fans at Heysel.
After Heysel some Liverpool fans claimed they were provoked by stones being thrown from the Juventus section.
Mr Caremani says there is no truth in this claim and added: “The English (were) trying to invent excuses for a shame that they will never erase.”
Fourteen Liverpool fans were convicted for their part in the violence at Heysel.
In 2005 one of them, Terry Wilson, visited Arezzo in Italy to try and apologise to Otello Lorentini, who lost his only son at Heysel.
As well as the deaths, 600 Juventus fans were injured, some of whom were permanently disabled. One, Carla Gonnelli, went into a coma. When she eventually woke up she discovered that her father, who had taken her to the match with her, had died.
The Heysel stadium was later renovated and renamed the King Baudouin stadium but there are persistent rumours that it will be demolished and replaced with houses.
This year Juventus have made it to the final of the European Cup again and many fans of the “Old Lady” of Italian football hope they will win the trophy on 6 June to honour the 39 dead at Heysel.
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HOW ‘MICHELANGELO OF BUTT INJECTIONS’ BECAME A KILLER
by Lashayla Mensah 1 April 2015
Earlier this year Padge Windslowe (pictured) was convicted of the murder of Claudia Aderotimi (pictured, below).
Windslowe, known as the “Michelangelo of butt injections”, had no shortage of customers.
No American hip-hop music video is complete without gratuitous close-ups of the generous backsides of various scantily clad dancers and models.
The pinnacle – or low point, depending on your point of view – of the genre was the 2014 Anaconda video by Nicki Minaj which featured semi-pornographic shots of the singer’s derriere and the catchy chorus: “Oh My God, look at her butt.”
The fashion for “big butts” has taken off in a big way on both sides of the Atlantic and nowhere more so than in Philadelphia, where Windslowe – aka The “Black Madam” – plied her trade.
She was actually born male but identified as transgender and reportedly had sex change surgery in Latin America.
The Black Madam was the name she used when she made her own music video in 2010 for a song called “Come On In My Kitchen”.
The tune sank without trace and Windslowe realised her hip-hop career was not going to take off, so she reverted to her career as a black market cosmetic surgeon.
She held “pumping parties” where young women would pay to have their buttocks injected with silicone (pictured, below).
Assistant District Attorney Carlos Vega said: “What they didn’t know was that this was not medical-grade silicone but silicone for machines, for use on tanks by the military and to lubricate car engines…it was poison.”
Stephanie Matos, a 32-year-old hotel desk clerk from New York, paid Windslowe $1,000 to inject her.
Windslowe even claimed to have operated on celebrities, such as Amber Rose, the model and former girlfriend of singer Kanye West.
But in February 2011 she made the fateful decision to operate on Claudia, a 20-year-old Nigerian student who lived in London.
Aderotimi aspired to be a dancer, actress and choreographer but as talent scout Tee Ali told the Daily Mail: “The problem was she didn’t have no butt, and she wanted a butt.”
He said she went to one audition wearing fake booty pants but when it was discovered that her bottom was not naturally large she was sent packing.
Claudia, desperate to break into the hip-hop world, decided to fly to America and visit the “Michelangelo of butt operations”.
She booked into a cheap hotel in South Philly (pictured, above) and had the operation the following day.
But the silicone got into her bloodstream and eventually moved to her lungs, before stopping her heart.
When Aderotimi began having chest pains Windslowe – who claimed she had medical training – “put her hand on this young lady’s chest as if she were doing an exam,” said Assistant District Attorney Bridget Kirn, “but there was no exam.”
Aderotimi suffered a cardiac arrest and as an ambulance took her to hospital Windslowe fled.
When police raided her apartment they found 22,000 syringes, 55 gallons of industrial strength silicone and a quantity of Krazy Glue, which was used to suture the incisions.
Windslowe (pictured, left) was eventually captured a year later and in February, this year, finally went on trial.
The jury heard she had an affair with a married gastroenterologist, James Taterka, back in 1993 but he denied he had ever taught her how to inject silicone or bought supplies for her.
Windslowe was convicted of third degree murder and could face up to 40 years in jail when she is sentenced.
Sadly the world of buttock augmentation surgery claimed another victim in October when Joy Williams, 23, from Thamesmead, south-eastLondon, died after a botched operation in a back-street clinic in Bangkok.
DOES MURDER CONVICTION FROM SUBURBAN MASSACRE STAND UP TO SCRUTINY?
by Sven Kristensen 3 March 2015
The murder of three men in a house in a quiet Hertfordshire town in the summer of 2007 made headline news.
Keith Cowell, 52, and his 17-year-old son Matthew (pictured below), and their friend Tony Dulieu were gunned down with an Ingram Mac-10 sub-machine gun in Bishop’s Stortford.
The killers then stabbed two women, Christine Jennings and Claire Evans, who were upstairs, and shot the Cowells’ dog, a puppy called Gorgeous. Ms Evans’ four-year-old daughter was unhurt.
Miraculously both survived and a harrowing 999 call made by Ian Jennings – who came back into the house after the gunmen left – was later played to a murder trial jury.
Asked by the operator who carried out the shooting and why, he simply repeats: “No.”
Stuart Trimmer QC, prosecuting, admitted at the trial that Jennings had been shady: “Some part of what he says is clearly not a full account, you need to remember that Ian Jennings was involved in a drugs deal. It’s perfectly plain, the Crown say, that he was not, at this stage, prepared to be completely forthright.”
It seems hard to believe that so much violence was as a result of a dispute involving a few thousand pounds. The trial heard Jennings, Cowell and his son made only £500 out of a deal involving £15,000 worth of cocaine.
The trial was told that Miran “Mikey” Thakrar, 24, was the instigator and chief gunman. He was dealing in cocaine and had got into a row with the Cowells over the quality of some drugs they had sold him.
Miran (pictured below) thought he was buying a high quality drug called Shine, but was in fact sold low quality Repress.
But while the evidence against Miran remains strong, the guilt of his little brother, Kevan, remains heavily in doubt.
After the murders Miran Thakrar fled to the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus, thinking he could not be extradited, and the police made much of the fact that Kevan was arrested as he prepared to fly out to join him.
But Kevan says he was simply going to find out why his brother had fled, as he heard his life was in danger.
One of the most unusual aspects of the trial was that powerful hearsay evidence was allowed in court, which came from several Turkish Cypriots who had claimed they were unable to come to England to testify in person at St Albans Crown Court. They claimed Miran Thakrar had confessed to his role in the murders.
It transpired that some of these witnesses could not speak English and Miran Thakrar certainly could not speak Turkish.
The prosecution, and the Turkish Cypriot police, suggested Miran had confessed using sign language.
But one of the witnesses, Selcuk Moran, said: “Mikey said he had taken drugs and that his head was not well, that he later took his brother to the house where people were going to meet them.
“While Mikey was speaking to these people he was swearing inside, saying to himself, planning things like I am going to kill him first and then I am going to kill him.”
Kevan insists he has never been to Bishop’s Stortford except for one occasion, when he was a child, to attend a swimming gala.
His supporters point to the absence of DNA, fingerprint, ballistics, mobile phone or other forensic evidence placing him at the scene.
Eyewitnesses did not identify him and one described the gunman’s accomplice as “shorter than five feet six with a balding shaven head…unhealthily skinny.”
Kevan (pictured, left) is almost six feet tall, was 12 stone at the time of the murders and was sporting a French crop hairstyle.
Mystery also surrounds Christine Jennings’ son, Ian, who was at the heart of the case, according to the prosecution.
Jennings – whose uncle was Keith Cowell – was in the kitchen when Miran Thakrar arrived and escaped the massacre by hiding in the back garden.
He later received a seven year sentence for drug dealing and is thought to have made his way into the witness protection scheme.
Jennings identified Kevan in an identity parade but he also picked a second man, who was an entirely innocent volunteer.
He later told the trial: “My head was up my arse. I just picked any two numbers.”
Asked to identify the killers in court Jennings told the jury: “The two men are sitting at the back. Those two there done all the shooting. The one on the right (Miran) had the gun.”
Ms Evans did not pick out Kevan in an ID parade.
Kevan, who comes from Stevenage, claims the police focused their case on what Jennings told them, without checking to corroborate it.
He claims a friend who could have given him an alibi for the night in question – because they were together in Enfield, north London – was threatened by police he would spend 10 years in jail if he told the truth.
Whereas Miran’s actions after the murders were extremely suspicious, his brother acted completely innocently – going shopping in Tesco, using his own credit card and trying to fly to Cyprus on his own passport.
After his arrest Kevan claims a police officer told him: “We know you didn’t do it but if you don’t help us we will make sure you serve 50 years.”
Kevan’s solicitors have criticised the judge for not removing a juror who was a friend of one of the police officers involved.
Another juror – who was the foreman – was discharged from jury service after five days of deliberation, because he needed to be with his ill wife. But before he left he apparently pleaded with the other jurors to convict both men.
They have also criticised the judge for allowing a knife and a gun to be brought into court although there was no evidence either weapon was used in the crime.
There is a legal and psychological phenomenon called Wigmore’s Horse which suggests that if a man is on trial for stealing a horse and a horse is brought into the courtroom a juror will automatically assume it is the horse referred to in the indictment.
The Thakrars were eventually convicted, by a 10-1 majority.
In August 2008 Miran Thakrar was jailed for life with a minimum of tariff of 42 years. Two months later Kevan was jailed for a minimum of 35 years.
Last year Kevan was accused of throwing excrement in the face of a female prison officer and he was recently moved north, from Woodhill prison to Full Sutton in North Yorkshire, after being accused of intimidating a witness who was due to give evidence against him.
He is awaiting a trial for those alleged offences, which he claims he is also innocent of. Supporters say he has been beaten up in prison recently.
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THE FIERY HORROR WHICH GAVE BIRTH TO CHARLIE HEBDO
By Cedric Saulmier 1 February 2015
Last month the world’s attention focused on an obscure French magazine which was the target of a hideous massacre by Islamist zealots.
But Charlie Hebdo was born in 1970, out of the ashes of another satirical magazine which was perceived as having committed an outrageous slur against the French President, Charles de Gaulle, who had died a few days earlier.
The story began on the night of 1 November 1970 when a fire broke out in a rural nightclub near Saint-Laurent-du-Pont, in which 146 young people died.
It was a horrific incident and the tragedy of the Club Cinq-Sept fire struck a chord across France.
A few days later President de Gaulle died, aged 79, at his home in the town of Colombey-les-Deux-Eglises.
Eight days later the satirical magazine Hara-Kiri plastered its front page with the banner headline Bal Tragique a Colombey…1 Mort (Tragic prom in Colombey…One Dead).
It was not only incredibly tasteless, it was also mortally offensive to the establishment of the Fifth Republic, to whom de Gaulle was an iconic figure.
He had led the Free French forces against the Germans in the Second World War and had led the nation during its darkest moment, in the late 1950s and early 1960s when it was being torn apart by rebellion and eventual independence in Algeria, which was violently opposed by the French settlers, known as the Pied Noirs.
Hara-Kiri had committed ritual suicide and was banned by the French government.
It got around the ban by bringing out a new title, called Charlie Hebdo (Charlie Weekly) and named after the popular cartoon strip character Charlie Brown.
The tragedy which later befell Charlie Hebdo and its legendary cartoonists is now notorious, but what happened at the Cinq-Sept (Club 5-7) is much less well known.
The club, two miles from the town of Saint Laurent du Pont was only opened in April 1970 – five months before the fire – and was housed a large, open-plan windowless building, made of cheap breezeblocks and a corrugated iron roof.
Entry was through full-height turnstile, similar to what was used to enter football stadiums.
Despite its unprepossessing exterior, the club became popular with bored local youths from the town of Chambery and even the city of Grenoble, 20 miles away.
On 31 October 1970 a rock band from Paris, Storm, were booked to play at the club and at 1.40am in the early hours of 1 November around 180 people were still there, after the band had left.
Someone sitting on a sofa downstairs lit a cigarette and threw it away. It caught light and a blaze broke out.
Soon the entire building was engulfed and those in the upstairs portion were unable to escape down the single spiral staircase.
Only 30 people managed to escape and six of the survivors, who were badly burned and taken to a hospital in Lyon, later died.
The finally death tally was 146.
It was of course an accident.
But the owner of the club, Gilbert Bas, was culpable for the club’s bad design, lack of a fire escape and also for locking various fire exit doors because he feared people would be able to get in without paying.
The maximum sentence for manslaughter in French law is 20 years but in 1971 Bas, amazingly escaped with only a suspended sentence.
The case also set legal history in France as the trial was the first time in which a victim could claim compensation after an illegal act.
On 13 June 1976 a memorial was unveiled to the dead on the site of the Club Cinq-Sept and a ceremony is held there every year in honour of the dead.
WHEN DEATH CAME KNOCKING ON THE 15TH FLOOR
By Deborah Chang 2 January 2015
Death for Chris Mohan and Ed Schellenberg was a cliché.
They were “in the wrong place at the wrong time”.
It was their bad luck to be in a tower block in the city of Surrey, British Columbia when a gang of killers came calling.
Surrey is a city of almost half a million people but few people outside of Canada have ever heard of it.
It is an urban sprawl separated from Vancouver by the Fraser river and reaching down as far as the US border.
Around 48% of the population are of Asian origin and between 2007 and 2011 it was at the epicentre of a brutal gang war.
The conflict pitted the Red Scorpions against the United Nations gang.
Both gangs drew from youths of various ethnic origin and their feud became especially toxic after Jamie Bacon, and his brothers Jonathan and Jarrod, defected from the UN gang and allied themselves with the Red Scorpions.
On 19 October 2007 several members of the Red Scorpions turned up on the 15th floor of an apartment block in Surrey looking to take out rival drug dealer Corey Lal.
They executed Lal, 21, his brother Michael, 26, and their friends Ryan Bartolomeo, 19, and Eddie Narong, 22.
But they also killed neighbour Chris Mohan, 22, and fireplace maintenance man Ed Schellenberg, 55.
The pair were leaving Chris’s apartment when they almost bumped into the killers, who were leaving a flat on the other side of the corridor after killing their four rivals.
They stood no chance.
Last month two of the killers, Cody Haevischer and Matthew Johnston, both 29, were jailed for life, with no parole for 25 years.
Mr Schellenberg’s daughter Rachel wept and hugged Corey and Michael Lal’s sister Jourdane.
Two other men have already been convicted of the murders – Quang Vinh Thang Le, aka Michael Le, 29, and Dennis Karbanovec, 27. But the man thought to have led the gang that day, Jamie Bacon, is due to go on trial in May.
Sophon Sek, a poker champion, is also awaiting trial for manslaughter. He is said to have been a Trojan horse who gained entry for the gang.
He won C$364,000 in a poker tournament in 2009 but his prize has been frozen, pending the outcome of his trial.
Chris Mohan’s mother Eileen (pictured) submitted a victim impact statement in which she said: “My life was destroyed with the bullet that pierced my son. The bullet that killed Christopher also took a part of his father, his sister and his cousins.”
Mrs Mohan said she still felt enormous guilt because her son was only at the apartment that day because he had offered to wait for the fireplace maintenance man so that she did not have to miss a day at work.
Addressing Haevischer and Johnston directly, Mrs Mohan said: “You pulled my terrified innocent son from the hallway as he was leaving for his basketball game.”
Both refused to meet her gaze.
She thanked the judge, Justice Catherine Wedge, “for giving Christopher the justice he deserves.”
Mrs Mohan said: “I am truly and tremendously grateful and I am really relieved and happy.”
Asked if she was surprised that neither man gave evidence, she added: “I don’t think they are man enough to do that. They are full of guilt. They know what they did and they know how they killed my son.”
Judge Wedge said the Red Scorpions’ plot “exploded into a horrific display of wanton violence in which six people died.”
“The carnage has left in its wake numerous surviving victims. They are the families and loved ones of the six murdered men,” she added.
Prosecutor Mark Levitz told reporters: “The Surrey Six murders were probably one of the most horrific crimes committed in this province and among the most horrific crimes committed in the country.”
But the so-called Surrey Six killings were not the end of the bloodshed, but only the beginning.
The gang war rumbled on until 2011 and embroiled several other groups, including the Vancouver chapter of the Hells Angels.
In August 2011 Jonathan Bacon was shot dead as he sat in a Porsche Cayenne SUV outside the Delta Grand Hotel in Kelowna, British Columbia. Larry Amero, a full-patch member of the Hells Angels, was critically injured in the attack.
A beautiful young woman, Leah-Hadden Watts, who was also in the car, survived but was paralysed. Her uncle is a Hells Angel.
Sergeant Shinder Kirk of the Mounties’ Lower Mainland gang task force told reporters: “The paradigm has shifted. [Women] are no longer off-limits. They’re now potential targets.”
It is thought Bacon was in the process of forming a new criminal alliance, known as The Wolfpack, including Hells Angels, former Red Scorpions and members of the Independent Soldiers gang.
Hours before the killing the victims were seen on Okanagan Lake in a powerboat called Steroids & Silicone.
Three men – Jason McBride, Jujhar Khun-Khun and Michael Kerry Hunter Jones – have been charged with Bacon’s murder and are due to go on trial in 2016.
CHRISTMAS/NEW YEAR QUIZ December 2014
This was the bonus question: In September an off-duty police officer was beaten to death outside the Spark ATT nightclub after a huge brawl between gang members. The chief suspect – who was said to have delivered the fatal blows – was a member of the Heavenly Dragon chapter of the United Bamboo Gang. But in what country did the incident happen?
The answer was Taiwan. Many of you emailed in with the correct answer but the winner – chosen at random – was Mick Macauley from Dorset.
SIX THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT AMERICAN PRISONS
by Victoria Floyd 17 November 2014
In 2007 Shaun Attwood, a former stockbroker from Widnes, Cheshire, was deported from the US after spending five years in jail on drug charges.
Attwood’s latest tale of life behind bars in Arizona, Prison Time, was published earlier this year.
It is in turns amusing, poignant and terrifying.
Despite being by his own admission a fairly weedy figure, Attwood survived serious injury – or rape – by a mixture of cunning, guile, humour, playing the system and most importantly of all forging alliances with key prison figures such as Long Island and Two Tonys (pictured, left).
Here are six things you may not know about Arizona prisons.
1 – People have to stick to their race groups (whites, blacks, Hispanics) no matter if they don’t have a racist bone in their bodies.
At one point in the book Shaun Attwood befriends a black convict called T-Bone, who has an interest in English history, and is accused of racial betrayal and of being T-Bone’s lover.
2 – Prison food is (not surprisingly) not great. But vending machines in the visitation area sell various candies and other goodies.
Inmates can also buy food and other groceries from the commissary, which is run by a company called Keefe. They almost have a monopoly on prison food and groceries in prisons across the US.
Keefe Group are owned by St Louis-based Centric Group, who have annual turnover of $750m.
3 – The only way to get better food is to change your religion. Many inmates claim to be Jewish because the menu for Jewish inmates is better. As a result there are black Jews, Mexican Jews and even more bizarrely Jews who are members of the white supremacist gang Aryan Brotherhood and have Heil Hitler tattoos.
Attwood himself had to sign up as a Hindu in order to get vegetarian food.
4 – The Arizona State Prison complex at Buckeye (where most of Prison Time is set) saw the longest stand-off in US prison history.
In early 2004, the Morey Unit of the Lewis complex was the site of the longest standoff between inmates and law enforcement officers in United States history. It began on January 18 and ended on February 2.
The inmates were originally trying to escape, but their plan went awry, and the escape event turned into a hostage situation.
Two officers were taken hostage, one male and one female, by two inmates, Ricky Wassenaar and Steven Coy. The woman, Lois Fraley, was repeatedly raped but later waived her right to anonymity.Wassenaar was later convicted of 19 charges relating to the siege and was given 16 life sentences. When he was convicted she said: “It is a beautiful day. Justice has been served. He is out of my mind. He is not holding me hostage anymore.”
5 – Pre-op transsexuals who offer sexual services in the Arizona prison system are known as cheetolins or cheetos. Most are Mexican-American or Native American. In Shaun Attwood’s book they have luxurious names like She-Ra and Mochalicious
6 – Tattoos are hugely popular in prison. Usually they are made by a home-made tattoo gun (often using parts of a pen). But beware those who have a teardrop under their eye…it is supposed to signify they have murdered someone.
But according to Urban Dictionary there are many explanations for the tattoo. One suggests that the murder idea was a fake story put out by prisoners when they came out of prison. According to this explanation, the teardrop signifies that they were owned (or protected) by another prisoner, again for sexual favours. It is quite common for vulnerable prisoners to have an esposo (Spanish for spouse) – a prison “husband” or sexual partner who will protect a newbie (known as a fish) in return for sexual favours.
DID MY MOTHER-IN-LAW KILL MY SON?
by Sven Kristiansen 20 September 2014
In 2010 Christopher Erick had the world at his feet. The 21-year-old high school graduate had just qualified as a massage therapist and was blessed with Hollywood good looks.
Two years later he was dead…from cyanide poisoning.
Initially the local police in the small Texas town of Midlothian said there were no signs of foul play and it appeared Chris had died naturally. The medical examiner had ruled Chris’ death natural by “heart disease” but his mother, Kim Erick Smith, insists he was murdered.
And she has pointed the finger of suspicion at her “controlling” former mother-in-law.
Christopher (pictured above) had spent the last few months of his life living with his “Grandma Pat” and after he died she responded to a text message from Kim asking: “How did Chris die?” by replying: “Naturally and peacefully”.
It struck Kim as an odd response, especially considering what she has since learnt.
Kim points out that death by cyanide is usually an extremely painful process and people do not just “die in their sleep”.
It is no secret that there was no love lost between Kim and her mother-in-law (pictured below, with Chris).
Kim separated from Chris’s father, Steven, in 1993 and they later divorced. She was awarded sole custody of Chris.
But when he was six years old his father used a faked custody order and “abducted” him from school and he vanished for six months.
Kim recalls: “It was sheer terror. I didn’t know if he was OK. We had never been away from each other for that long and I was concerned for his wellbeing mentally.”
Chris’s father and his second wife had moved to a new city and re-enrolled him in a new school but Kim eventually tracked him down and began a prolonged custody battle.
The years passed in an uneasy peace until Chris reached the age of 16 and, according to Kim, he was “kidnapped” by his grandmother and locked him into a “behaviour modification centre” in Conroe, Texas – a two-hour drive to the south.
Kim says: “It was a school for kids who were out of control and he couldn’t understand why he was there. He was nearly 18 before they would let him go.”
She broke down with emotion when she told totalcrime: “He came and found me. It was amazing, like he was never gone…”
He went to college and qualified as a massage therapist.
But the mind games were not over.
Patsy Erick set her grandson up in an apartment, which she paid for, and she gave him a credit card, describing it as an “early inheritance”.
Kim: “It was a form of control, through money. He was doing so well up until that point. He started partying and then he was prescribed Adderall, which is basically like speed.”
Kim says he developed terrible side effects, including auditory hallucinations and depression.
She says one of his friends had been “bugging him” to sell him some of his Adderall.
Eventually he agreed but it was a set-up.
He was arrested in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart supermarket and charged with supplying drugs.
He faced up to 20 years in prison.
Kim recalls him joking: “I’m too good-looking to go to prison” but she says the whole family was terribly worried.
Then in March 2012 the authorities agreed to drop the charges in a plea bargain – he would face no prison time but would have to go to a rehabilitation centre to treat his Adderall addiction.
Kim says Grandma Pat told her: “I will see Chris dead before I see him in one of those hospitals.”
She shudders at the memory of those words.
By June 2012 Chris (pictured left, with his mother) had been detoxed and was free of Adderall. But he moved in with his grandmother and his condition worsened.
“Chris began talking about the angel of death coming to get him and he would make it sound as if he was supposed to sacrifice himself as some sort of obligation in which he had no control. He was so confused,” says Kim.
In October 2012 he wrote on his Facebook page: “I know God has told me that my end is coming this year. And there is nothing I can do to change it. However the Gods appointed to oversee the task of this harvest have yet to expose (sic) an exact date or time at this point.”
Later that summer his girlfriend, Rachel, told Kim he was back on the Adderall.
Then on 23 October his grandmother told Kim he had tried to buy cyanide on her credit card but she had spotted it and cancelled it.
Three days later a parcel of cyanide did arrive at the house.
The police have told Kim her son bought the cyanide.
But she does not believe them.
She says on 29 October she discussed with Grandma Pat buying some paint for Chris for Christmas as he was an enthusiastic artist.
But her reply in hindsight sounds sinister.
“She told me to hold off and let’s wait and see how where he is nearer to Christmas,” says Kim.
A few days later Kim’s mother-in-law stopped answering the phone.
She messaged him on Facebook and asked him if he wanted to come to one of his cousins’ weddings. He did not reply.
On 10 November, as Kim and her daughter Megan drove to her niece’s wedding, they received a phone call from the police.
“They said he had been found deceased and it appeared he had died in his sleep,” she said.
Kim (pictured below with Chris and his sister Megan) says the next few days passed in a blur and on the day of the funeral she felt they were rushing to cremate him.
She says she asked the police: “Are you sure you have got everything from Chris’s body to test for poison?”
They said they had and were sure it was not foul play.
Chris’s body was cremated without him being tested for poison and all they had left to test was a vial of his blood. Without a body it was no longer possible for test for long-term poisoning since no hair or tissue had been secured by the police. But the medical examiner agreed to test the vial for cyanide and the test came back positive.
The police immediately sought to rule it a suicide. Two years later, without any obvious signs of an investigation, they were eventually forced to take it to a grand jury after a “public outcry”.
But last month the grand jury declined to indict anybody for the death of Chris Erick.
Midlothian Police Department were unavailable for comment.
But Kim has not given up and continues to press for the case to be reopened.
She is convinced her son was murdered.
Watch this space.
WHY IS MY MUM’S KILLER’S FILE SECRET UNTIL 2056?
by Sven Kristiansen 1 September 2014
In 1971 Shirley Griffiths discovered the body of her mother, murdered, in her home in north London. Shirley was only 17. She has since discovered that her mother’s killer has been freed early twice for killing people.
When Terry Bewley was jailed for the murder of Shirley Griffiths’ mother a detective, angered by the lenience shown by the judge, told her: “He’ll only serve 12 years and he’ll commit another murder.”
Sadly his words came true.
But amazingly Bewley was then released early from his second life sentence and is now believe to be a free man and his file is secret, closed for scrutiny until 2056.
Shirley wants to know why.
Her story begins on a Monday in November 1971 when she came home at lunchtime from her job as a trainee hairdresser to discover the body of her mother, Lilian Shapero, on the floor in the dining room.
Mrs Shapero had suffered a stroke six years earlier – paralysing her down the left side – and her daughter thought she may have succumbed to another stroke.
But after she gave a statement at the police station detectives broke the news to her that her mother had been strangled.
Lilian (pictured left, with her husband) worked as a credit collector in Tottenham, north London, and one of her clients was Bewley, a trainee ambulance driver who was forever getting in debt.
Bewley, then 21, had been asking suspicious questions of her mother on the previous Friday and Shirley’s father, Alfred, had warned her not to let him in the house in Kirkstall Avenue, Tottenham.
“He must have talked his way in or forced the door,” says Shirley, who is now 60 and lives in South Africa, “he probably thought she had a lot of money in the house. But she’d banked it already and he only got away with £30.”
Bewley was immediately arrested and her mother’s bag – emptied of money – was found in the boot of his car. He was banged to rights but insisted that although he had hit her he had not killed her.
Shirley was due to be a prosecution witness at Bewley’s trial at the Old Bailey in the spring of 1972 but she was never called.
Bewley was found guilty by a unanimous verdict and was given a life sentence with a 15 year tariff for murder and a consecutive sentence of five years for burglary.
But both the police and family felt the judge was too lenient and Shirley remembers: “Bewley was smirking and laughing during the sentencing.”
The smirk might have been wiped off his face when his young wife divorced him but it was no justice for the Shapero family.
“It broke my dad. He died in 1987, aged 75, but he was never the same. He was a broken man,” said Shirley.
She tried to get on with her life, married a Yorkshireman, Peter Griffiths, moved to Leeds and retrained as a nurse.
In the early 1980s, with Britain in the grip of a recession, the couple decided to emigrate to South Africa where Peter found work as a systems analyst.
She had a daughter, Amanda, in 1984 and life moved on.
Bewley was almost forgotten.
Until one day in 1993.
“My mother-in-law was staying with us and we had Sky News on and suddenly an image of Bewley flashed up and something about him committing another murder,” she recalls.
From her home near Cape Town, Shirley tracked down a copy of the British Express – an expat paper in South Africa – and found out he had been convicted of another murder in Surrey.
“That was a huge shock. The police were supposed to let us know which prison he moved to and when he was released. Apparently he’d been released in 1981!” she remembers.
After his release from prison Bewley moved to Ruislip in Middlesex, settled down with a woman and began working as a chauffeur.
A few years later his partner died of cancer and in 1989 he began a relationship with a blonde called Sandra, who was by all accounts something of a nymphomaniac.
Sandra Wignall resumed her sexual relationship with Bewley, unbeknown to her kind and nature-loving husband, who continued to dote on her.
The trial heard she told friends: “He’s so kind, considerate and thoughtful it’s boring. He is always making me tea and asking if I am okay. It’s boring.”
Her neighbour Christine Willis told the trial: ‘Sandra needed a lot of it (sex) in her life. It was very important to her. I don’t think her initial relationship with Terry involved anything else.”
The trial even heard she had indulged in group sex with Bewley and two of his friends.
Bewley may have been an exciting lover but his obsession was money and he harassed her with demands for cash. Eventually, in an attempt to keep him, Mrs Wignall, 48, decided to have her husband killed and give the £21,000 life insurance money and the proceeds of her house sale to her greedy lover.
On the evening of 5 September 1992 – a pleasant summer’s evening – she suggested they went for a walk in the woods behind their home in Addlestone to see if they could see any fox cubs.
Her husband, who loved wildlife, agreed and when they got to the woodland glade she offered to perform oral sex on him.
Suddenly Bewley and his friend Harold Moult jumped out of the bushes and attacked Mr Wignall, stabbing and beating him to death.
Mrs Wignall claimed to police they had been attacked by robbers.
But police became suspicious after she put in an insurance claim 11 days after his death – even before his funeral.
The jury too saw through her ruse and in November 1993 she was jailed for life.
Bewley – who was already out on licence from his first murder – was jailed for life again, with a minimum tariff of 30 years.
And that was that….for a while.
Shirley, who got divorced in 2006, takes up the story: “About 18 months ago something in my head told me to go and look on the internet. I Googled his mother’s name and saw a notice on the National Archives website about closing his file. I think I opened a can of worms.
“I had to fill in a form. My brother, my cousin and my daughter also filled one in. It took eight weeks to come back. They had decided to close his file because it was too sensitive.
“The file would not be opened until 2056.”
She also learned that he had been released in 2012, after serving only 19 years.
Now 62, Bewley has vanished again and is living somewhere in England.
A man who has killed twice and been freed early both times.
And why has file been deemed too sensitive to be opened before 2056 – 83 years after his trial – when many of those interested in the case may well be dead.
A spokesman for the National Archives told totalcrime: “The file 8746/71 on Terence Bewley has been closed because it contains sensitive personal information which would distress or endanger a living person or his descendants.”
So was Bewley a police informant?
Was he released early so he could do a dirty job for the police?
Speaking from her home in Blouberg, near Cape Town, Shirley Griffiths wants to know: “I don’t know why they’re covering it up but I know he is walking free.”
She says: “I’m not doing this for myself. I’m doing it for my mother’s honour.”
Shirley (pictured left) said she had also considered contacting Mr Wignall’s children, Debbie, Denise and Dean, who she imagines would be equally outraged at what has happened to Bewley.
She discovered that eight other files relating to people convicted of murder or manslaughter were also sealed at the same time, in November 2012.
She has contacted Baroness Lawrence – whose son Stephen was murdered and who has faced similar problems with secret files – and numerous lawyers and even handed in a letter to 10 Downing Street.
“Every time I try to get help from the legal system I go round and round in circles. I want that file opened. That’s my life sentence,” she says.
The Ministry of Justice confirmed to Shirley in 2016 that Bewley had in fact died in prison.
Anyone with information about Bewley can contact Shirley via Totalcrime by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org
SOUTH OF THE BORDER: ADVENTURES IN NARCOLAND
by Catalina Diaz 6 August 2014
At dawn on 22 February this year the world’s most wanted drug baron, Joaquin Guzman Loera (pictured), was arrested by Mexican Navy officers in a dramatic swoop on his beachfront retreat in Mazatlan in his home state of Sinaloa.
The arrest of “El Chapo” (Shorty) – who escaped from jail in 2001 – has been portrayed as a turning point for Mexico and a bright sign of the new government of President Enrique Pena Nieto, who was elected in 2012.
The last decade has been a particularly bloody one south of the Rio Grande.
Massacres – such as that at Cadereyta Jiménez in May 2012, when 49 headless bodies were dumped on a highway near Monterrey – have become frighteningly frequent as innocent people are caught up in violent feuds between the Sinaloa Cartel, the Gulf Cartel and the notorious Zetas.
So El Chapo’s arrest seemed to be a good sign.
But cynics, and followers of the narcocracy that is Mexico, will wait a few more years before passing judgement on whether it really is a significant moment.
Anyone who has read Narcoland, the superb book by journalist Anabel Hernandez, will know that presidents come and go, drug cartel bosses come and go, and yet politics in Mexico remains poisoned by the stench of drugs money.
Take for example businessman Jaime Camil Garza, who was often seen hanging out with El Chapo in Acapulco while the Sinaloa Cartel boss was on the lam.
In one notorious photograph taken on El Chapo’s yacht you can clearly make out Maru Hernandez.
Who was she?
Only a close aide of Marta Sahagun, the wife of former President Vicente Fox.
Garza cultivated Fox and his predecessor, Ernesto Zedillo, and worryingly, before the 2012 election, he became quite friendly with Senor Pena Nieto.
Hernandez chronicles a depressing catalogue of corruption which includes pretty much every president of the modern era – Miguel de la Madrid (1982-88); Carlos Salinas de Gortari (1988-1994); Ernesto Zedillo (1994-2000); Vicente Fox (2000-2006) and Felipe Calderon (2006-2012).
She also makes it clear that things are not always as they seem.
In December 2000 the Institutional Revolutionary Party (PRI) was ousted from power, which it had held since 1929, and was replaced by the right-wing PAN party’s candidate, Fox.
Fox, a former President of Coca-Cola Mexico who sported a cowboy hat, promised to change Mexico and root out corruption.
But nothing changed.
In fact a month later El Chapo was sprung from Puente Grande, a supposedly high-security prison, with the connivance of senior prison officials and even civil servants.
Hernandez points the finger at Jorge Enrique Tello Peon, who was an under secretary in the Department of the Interior who was in charge of prisons.
She suggests he was implicated in El Chapo’s escape and its subsequent cover-up.
But Tello Peon, who resigned for “personal reasons” a month after El Chapo’s escape, bounced back.
After a spell as an executive with a cement company he was invited back to become a state security minister in 2006 by President Calderon, who was embarking on his infamous “war on drugs”.
One of the most fascinating aspects of Narcoland is the way Hernandez chronicles the involvement of the United States.
In the early 1980s Colombian cartels were in charge of the US drugs market.
But this gradually changed, partly as a result of the actions of President Ronald Reagan and his fanatically anti-communist cabal.
Reagan was so obsessed with the communist threat in Nicaragua that he siphoned off money from illegal arms sales to Iran to fund the Contra rebels fighting the Sandinista government.
But he also encouraged the CIA to develop links with Mexican and Colombian gangsters, who made their own payments to the Contras in order to curry favour with the US authorities and give themselves a “Get Out of Jail Free Card”.
One of those the CIA protected was Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo, head of the Pacific or Guadalajara Cartel.
Gallardo fell from grace in 1985 after his underlings killed a US Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) agent, Enrique Camarena.
Gallardo went to jail and his empire was split between the Arellano Felix brothers, who controlled Tijuana; Amado Carrillo Fuentes, aka The Lord Of The Skies, who ran Ciudad Juarez; and El Chapo’s Sinaloa Cartel.
In recent years these cartels have been at war with the sinister Los Zetas, a gang of former Mexican special forces soldiers who defected to the dark side a decade ago.
Some of Los Zetas – such as Daniel “El Loco” (The Crazy One) Ramirez (pictured, above) have carried out horrendous massacres, such as the one in Cadereyta Jiménez, to create fear and terror in the population.
Hernandez suggests the Mexican government, under Fox and Calderon, supported the Sinaloa cartel in this war, enraging Los Zetas and causing them to become even more brutal.
We don’t know yet but perhaps El Chapo’s arrest simply indicates that Pena Nieto’s government is backing a different gang, or maybe one of his friends within the Sinaloa Cartel has betrayed him so that he can take over.
Even if El Chapo’s criminal career really is over now, there will be a lot of other drug bosses ready to take over, including his old buddy Ismael “El Mayo” Zambada, who may well have taken over the day-to-day running of the Sinaloa Cartel.
And with so much drugs money still sloshing around in Mexico, it is far too early to say that Mexican politics is clean.
Watch this space.
WHITE COLLAR CRIMINALS OR INNOCENT VICTIMS?
By Morgan Carr III 10 July 2014
A fraud case involving churchgoers in a sleepy Colorado town is not the sort of case you would normally associate with totalcrime.co.uk, but bear with us for this is a fascinating tale.
One day in 2005 more than 20 FBI agents raided the Colorado Springs offices of IRP (Investigative Resource Planning), an IT company who were marketing a special crime-fighting software which would be used by New York Police Department, the Department of Homeland Security and the FBI itself.
Six IRP executives (pictured) – Gary Walker, David Banks, Demetrius Harper, Kendrick Barnes, Clinton Stewart and David Zirpolo – were convicted in 2011 in a federal court and jailed for between 7-11 years for wire fraud.
They were accused of siphoning millions of dollars from recruitment companies for staff working on their CILC (Case Investigative Life Cycle) software.
Their case has become an alleged miscarriage of justice and they have become known as the IRP6. They are serving their sentences in Florence Correctional Complex in Colorado, close to the infamous supermax prison.
Clinton Stewart’s brother Cliff told totalcrime: “We have since learned that 200 pages of trial transcript is missing. It includes a part of the trial where the judge told one of their defendants that unless one of them took the stand, their defence would be closed and their case would be over. That was a breach of their Fifth Amendment right to self-incrimination.”
Judge Christine Arguello has always denied saying such a thing but the missing transcript has meant the matter cannot be cleared up.
The pressure group A Just Cause has been running a petition demanding an investigation by Attorney General Eric Holder – https://www.change.org/petitions/attorney-general-eric-holder-investigate-federal-case-of-irp6-200-pages-of-court-transcript-missing#
Retired federal judge, H Lee Sarokin, writing about the IRP6 case in the Huffington Post, says: “The Court of Appeals certainly has enough evidence to conclude that the right against self-incrimination indeed was, violated by the trial court.” – http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tag/irp6/1
Sam Thurman, president of the pressure group A Just Cause, says: “All of them were IT professionals. Mr Walker (pictured left) was the chief architect of the software and was a genius. Several of them had military backgrounds and had top secret clearance.”
IRP, which was run by a small group of African American businessmen, was a minnow in the IT industry and was up against giant corporations like IBM, SAIC and Lockheed Martin.
They were accused of defrauding the recruitment companies out of $5.1m.
Initially, in their subpoena, the FBI claimed CILC did not even exist and was part of a huge scam.
Later, in court, the FBI were forced to admitted it did exist but continued to insist the men were criminals.
Mr Stewart says: “Why, if these men are running a scam and have no product and are going around to defraud companies, why would you contact law enforcement agencies?”
He says: “CLIC had 18 modules, the most important of which was confidential informant management.”
After the raid the FBI went to a forensic analysis company, Califorensics, and asked them to look at the software and they reported back that CLIC would do everything the IRP6 had claimed it could do.
Mr Stewart says: “The authorities refused to let that report be used in the trial and claimed CLIC was just ‘smoke and mirrors’.”
He adds: “How can you have a fraud if you have a viable product? Where’s the fraud?”
Mr Thurman, who used to work for IRP, says: “Gary, David, Clinton and I went to (Washington) DC and we were reaching out to law enforcement agencies but the Department of Homeland Security contacted us – not the other way round – and said ‘We understand you are working on something that we need to see’.
“Gary and David went there and did a presentation and they hit it out of the park.”
He says the DHS were particularly interested in the confidential informant (CI) management module because the 9/11 Commission had stated that agencies needed to work better when managing CIs.
Mr Thurman says: “The Department of Homeland Security asked them to make a little more robust (before they bought it) and to make that happen they needed to bring in additional talent to get it done quickly. So they reached out to professional staffing companies to find software programmers.”
Mr Thurman says: “Gary and David were very up-front with the staffing companies about at what stage they would get paid. The contract with the Department of Homeland Security was potentially worth $100m and the staffing companies looked at it as an opportunity. When IRP closes this deal it’s going to be good for their business.”
But IRP went into arrears with one of the recruitment companies and they called into the authorities, suspecting they had been the victims of a scam.
Andrew Albarelle, an executive with Denver-based recruitment firm Remy Corporation, wrote a letter to the US Attorney’s Office in July 2011 explaining that what IRP had done was not fraudulent and at least a dozen other Colorado companies were operating exactly the same business practice.
But he was never permitted to testify at the trial.
And Gary Hillberry, a retired special agent with the US Customs Service who confirmed CLIC was a “viable law enforcement product”, was not given the chance to tell the jury what he had said in his affidavit.
Mr Stewart says he believes the verdict in his brother’s trial was “perverse” but he says: “We’ve spoken to a couple of jurors and they said they were waiting for the defendants to present their evidence. There was Albarelle, Hillberry and Califorensics but the judge stopped us from using it.”
Stewart, Zirpolo and Harper (pictured left, with his family) were jailed for 121 months; Barnes was incarcerated for 87 months but the stiffest sentences were reserved for Banks and Walker who both got 135 months.
Mr Stewart talks of darker conspiracy theories which may have led to the IRP6 case but, for legal reasons, I am unable to publish the details.
But he adds: “These men are patriots, churchgoing Christian family men. They were not committing any crime and this case should have never come to court.”
THE AMERICAN WHO TOOK ON THE YAKUZA
By Kenichiro Sasaki 15 June 2014
Reading between the lines of his book Tokyo Vice, Jake Adelstein’s wife Sunao must have put up with a lot.
Adelstein is an oddity.
A skinny Jewish kid from Missouri who became obsessed with Japan, moving there, learning Japanese and immersing himself in Nipponese culture.
He got a job on the prestigious Yomiuri Shimbun newspaper in 1993 – not the English-language version but the proper Japanese title which sells 10m copies a day – and began to specialise in crime reporting.
Before long he was investigating Japan’s infamous organised crime syndicates, the yakuza.
There are several large syndicates – Sumiyoshi-Rengo, Inagawa-kai and Matsuba-kai – but the Big Daddy of them all is the Yamaguchi-gumi, which has an estimated 40,000 members.
The Yamaguchi-gumi, which has its roots in the Kansai region (Osaka/Kobe), is made up of several smaller gangs, one of which the Goto-gumi, became Adelstein’s bête noire.
The eponymous godfather was Tadamasa Goto, a character who villainy is imbued with a darkness redolent of some of the sicker manga comics.
At the heart of Tokyo Vice is the story of how Goto obtained a liver transplant in the US after a murky deal with the FBI.
Standing this story up – as they say in journalism – almost got Adelstein killed.
As he got deeper and deeper into the Tokyo underworld Adelstein had to spend more and more time hanging out in hostess clubs and brothels – “pink salons” – in Kabukicho and Roppongi, mixing with prostitutes, pimps and strippers.
Having to endure nubile young ladies grinding their lithe, young bodies against your groin may not sound like a bad gig.
But the job, which involved ridiculously long hours and virtually constant sake hangovers, clearly took a toll on his relationship with his long-suffering wife Sunao.
Adelstein hints at womanising and is also coy about his relationship with a Australian hooker “with a heart of gold”, called Helena, who plied her trade in Tokyo.
Some might say he also put the life of his wife and two children in danger at times as he strove to get the “perfect story”.
But what is refreshing is that Adelstein does not shrink from self-criticism, especially regarding his own role in the fate of Helena.
At one point in the book he reports a chilling encounter with a yakuza dubbed Cyclops, who berates him at length for encouraging Helena to go sniffing about for information about a human trafficking network run by Goto.
Adelstein could easily have played that down or even omitted it altogether.
But he chose not to and basically confesses to his own flaws as a journalist, a friend and a husband.
Which brings us back to Sunao.
I would have liked to have heard more about her.
She is clearly no shrinking violet, no passive old-style Japanese wife.
At one point she puts her foot down and insists he come back to the US with the rest of the family rather than attending the funeral of a Japanese cop friend, forcing Adelstein to break a
promise he had made to the dying man.
All in all, Tokyo Vice is a rip-roaring read and is written with such flavour that I could almost taste the sushi and sake.
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CATCH 22: CAPITAL PUNISHMENT
by April Summers 26 May 2014
Reports about the botched execution of Clayton Lockett in Oklahoma in April, triggered the age-old debate regarding the validity of capital punishment.
Sentenced to death in 1999, Lockett’s execution was set for this year.
During the lethal injection operation he reportedly “did not fall unconscious for 10 minutes. Three minutes after he was declared unconscious, he lurched forward against his restraints, writhing and attempting to speak. He strained and struggled violently, his body twisting and his head reaching up from the gurney.”
His vein burst and he eventually died of a massive heart attack. The incident reinstated the controversial discourse that has existed ever since the death sentence was established.
Those in favour of capital punishment often argue it prevents re-offending and provides closure for the victim’s family – relatives can rest easy, knowing they will never have to come into contact with the killer again.
The counter arguments, however, focus primarily on the concept of capital punishment as a form of vengeance. One person killing another is the definition of murder, so, protesters would argue, how can an agent of the law administer death upon another human being, without in turn becoming a murderer?
There is also the question of killing an innocent person, an issue which, both terrifying and unjust as it is, has occurred a worrying amount of times in the US.
The case of Texan father Cameron Todd Willingham (pictured below) in 2004 is one of the most well known wrongful executions to date.
Willingham was charged with the murder of his three daughters, a crime seen as worthy of the death penalty by US law enforcers. The primary evidence in this case was the findings of an arson investigator which determined that judging by specific burn patterns and laboratory tests, the fire appeared to have been deliberately ignited with the help of a liquid accelerant.
After his death at the Texas State Penitentiary in Huntsville on 16th February 2004, further evidence was put forward by the Texas Forensic Science Commission panel.
By 2009, due to advances in fire science and arson investigations, Willingham’s case was re-evaluated and it was determined that the original arson investigators used “flawed science.”
Is one person’s testimony reliable enough to justify taking a potentially innocent human being’s life? And in cases like Willingham’s, the death of his three children would be torturous enough, without being accused of causing it and then in turn, murdered for it.
Deciding that a person deserves to experience death by lethal injection, surely in turn means taking responsibility for the administering of that death?
How can any law-abiding citizen put aside their emotions and honestly believe thaty murdering another human is what is right for the good of mankind?
A lot of the liberal newspaper coverage of the event failed to discuss some poignant information, such as the horrifying details of the crime committed by Lockett: abducting 19-year-old Stephanie Neiman, raping her friend before shooting her and burying her alive.
Leaving out the details of the crime in which Lockett received the death sentence for resulted in a soft news story which generated sympathy and human emotion from the general public.
When considering Lockett’s fate in light of his behaviour, his death on the execution table seems almost justified.
But the BBC Three series Life and Death Row, aired earlier this year, provided a fresh new perspective into the lives of young people waiting to be executed in the USA.
This three part series successfully portrayed the lives of several criminals and their repentance and rehabilitation in jail.
Not only this, but the filmmakers also successfully provided an accurate insight into the lives of those affected by these criminals, and a lot of them (the mentioned being mainly religious) did not necessarily believe the crime was worthy of death.
I think it is safe to say that when reading about the horrifying details of a criminal act in a news story it is easy to deem a person worthy of the death sentence.
However, I believe after much consideration and more recently due to the BBC Life and Death Row series, life sentences in America are lengthy enough and mean that death sentences appear to be simply unjustifiable and unnecessary.
THE GANGSTERS WHO GO TO WAR ON THE PAGES OF THEIR MEMOIRS
by Stevie McCulloch 1 May 2014
Reading the Scottish newspapers is like stepping back in time, to an era when crime reporters were kings.
From the 1950s through until the 80s readers south of the border followed with interest the careers of gangsters like the Kray twins, the Richardsons, the Great Train Robbers and Ronnie Knight; and other serious criminals like the Yorkshire Ripper, the Black Panther (Donald Neilson) and The Fox (Malcolm Fairley).
But nowadays London-based tabloids have eschewed crime reporting and front page splashes are more likely to be celebrity-led “kiss and tells” involving soap actors or reality TV stars.
The Scottish press however remains in the thrall of gangsters with nicknames like The Iceman, The Licensee and The Gerbil.
Scottish gangsters know this and are aware of their market value.
They often publish memoirs and, because they have fallen out over the years, there is inevitably sniping between them when their accounts differ over key events.
Such is the case with William Lobban (pictured, left), whose recent book The Glasgow Curse, was immediately criticised by his erstwhile underworld pal Paul Ferris.
Ferris’s own memoirs, The Ferris Conspiracy and Vendetta, came out a decade ago and was penned by the late Reg McKay.
Several police officers have got in on the act as well, including former detective Gerard Gallagher who wrote Gangsters, Killers and Me.
Ironically – and it is an irony not lost on Ferris’s enemies – a film based on his memoirs, The Wee Man, was a box office flop last year after criminals pirated the DVD.
Lobban and Ferris fell out over one of the most notorious murders in Glasgow underworld history.
On 31 August 1991 Arthur “Fat Boy” Thompson, 31, was fatally wounded outside his parents’ barracks-like home, nicknamed The Ponderosa, in Glasgow’s Springboig district.
He was on weekend leave from Noranside prison, where he was serving a sentence for drug dealing.
Thompson was the eldest son, and heir, of Glasgow gangland legend Arthur Thompson senior, who drove him to the hospital at speed in a vain attempt to save his son’s life.
Ferris, who was seeking to take over from Thompson as the king of Glasgow’s criminals, was soon arrested and charged with murder. His accomplices were believed to be Joe “Bananas” Hanlon and Bobby Glover.
But on 18 September 1991 Glover and Hanlon were shot and their bodies left in a car close to Ferris’s favourite watering hole, The Cottage Bar in Shettleston.
This time the finger of suspicion was pointed at Lobban.
In his autobiography Ferris referred to Lobban as “Judas” and claimed he had been paid £10,000 to set up Glover and Hanlon.
He also described him as an “ungrateful moaner”.
Ferris (below), who had incriminated Lobban during his trial, was later sensationally acquitted of murdering Fat Boy.
But Lobban was never charged with any of the murders, which remain unsolved.
He insists he is innocent and he and Ferris continue to throw mud at each other in their books and in the Scottish papers.
In The Glasgow Curse, Lobban writes: “The bottom line is that 22 years later the case remains as much of a mystery today as it was all those years ago.
“Ferris has been blaming me for years, saying that I was behind not just Hanlon and Glover’s demise, but all three killings, but he does have a tendency to change his tune.
“Let’s not forget, during his 54-day trial at the High Court in Glasgow in 1992 he accused me of being the person who shot and killed Arthur Thompson Junior, only for him to change his story and then accuse someone he refers to as “the Apprentice” instead.
“The two others, accused to Ferris, with whom I’m supposed to have shot Hanlon and Glover – my own uncle Billy and Paul Hamilton….are now dead and gone and cannot now defend themselves.
“Where does Ferris get this information? He never discloses his sources. He only ever points the finger.”
But aside from sniping at other gangsters, Lobban’s book is an entertaining, evocative and riveting tale of a childhood growing up with an alcoholic, impoverished single mother and two equally sozzled grandparents in one of Glasgow’s roughest neighbourhoods.
Lobban was kith and kin of the notorious Manson family – no, not the California hippy killer variety, but the Glaswegian gangsters – who are woven into Scottish criminal folklore like tartan thread.
His uncle Billy Manson died of an overdose of painkillers in 1997 but there have been claims that he was murdered.
The book also contains tales of violence and rioting in various prisons, most notably Shotts and Peterhead in Scotland, and Full Sutton in England.
It also gives an insight into the paranoid vicious circle which the young Billy Lobban got into while behind bars.
The Glasgow Curse ends in 1998, when Lobban was released after a decade in Scottish and English jails, and the highest praise I can give it is to say that it whetted my appetite for the sequel, which will apparently tell the tale of his post-prison life of crime in Holland, Spain and Morocco.
Although Lobban insists that he has now retired from a life of crime and is living the quiet life.
GUNS FOR VOTES – HOW JAMAICAN POLITICIANS CREATED A CRIMEWAVE
By Carlos Mathurin 10 March 2014
In the spring of 1978 Jamaica’s most famous son, reggae singer Bob Marley, pulled off a major political coup.
At the One Love Peace concert in Kingston, Marley persuaded Prime Minister Michael Manley and his deadly rival Edward Seaga to come on stage and shake hands.
The image became enshrined in the legend of Bob Marley, a man who would be accorded a full state funeral three years later, as a messianic figure who could bring peace where previously there had been conflict.
Sadly the truth is quite different.
The handshake and the apparent bonhomie between the two politicians disguised a deep hatred and the brief ceasefire between Manley’s People’s National Party (PNP) and Seaga’s Jamaica Labour Party (JLP) soon collapsed with bloodshed enveloping the island in the run up to the 1980 general election.
In 1980 a total of 889 people were killed during battles between the PNP and JLP.
The warfare on the streets was set amid the context of the Cold War – Manley’s PNP was a socialist party in the 1970s with close links with Fidel Castro’s Cuba, while Seaga’s JLP were rabidly anti-communist and tacitly supported by the US.
Both sides brought weapons to the island during the late 1960s, which stoked up the violence which worsened throughout the 70s.
Three months before the One Peace Love concert five gangsters from the JLP stronghold of Southside had been gunned down at a firing range at Green Bay, just outside Kingston, after being lured there on false pretences by a group of soldiers who supported the PNP.
The soldiers planned to claim that they had shot the men dead after being ambushed in the evening.
But their plan was undermined by the testimony of five others who survived either by running into the sea or the thorn bushes nearby.
They would later recount what really happened and were backed up by photographs which emerged and showed soldiers’ long shadows over the five bodies, making it clear the killings had occurred in the morning.
The Green Bay massacre created pressure to do something about the politically-inspired violence in Jamaica.
In the spring of 1978, around the time of the One Peace Love concert, Manley and Seaga reluctantly agreed to a truce which had been brokered on the streets of Kingston but gang bosses like Claudie Massop and Bucky Marshall.
But before the end of the 1978 the truce was over and peacemakers like Massop (pictured below in a Kington mural) were betrayed. In February 1979 Massop, by now out of his favour with his JLP overlords, was gunned down by the police on his way back to Tivoli Gardens after a football match.
Seaga won the 1980 election and the Cuba-inspired socialism of Manley’s PNP was replaced with the conservative, free market capitalism of the JLP, enthusiastically supported by US President Ronald Reagan.But the 1980s also saw a massive sea-change in Jamaica’s drugs culture.
As a character called Lyrics says in Laurie Gunst’s marvellous book, Born Fi’ Dead: “Seems like the 70s belonged to Manley and to ganja but the 80s belong to cocaine.”
Seaga’s government burnt marijuana plantations or sprayed it with chemicals, while turning a blind eye to the trans-shipment of cocaine from Colombia.
Crack cocaine emerged in Jamaica and then hit US cities like New York, with Brooklyn in particular suffering an epidemic linked to Jamaican drug gangs like the notorious Shower Posse.
Gunst’s book is a must-read for anyone seeking to understand Jamaica’s underworld.
Her research was peerless and she explained to outsiders dozens of deadly anachronisms – for example the fact that Red Stripe beer was forbidden in JLP territory because red was a PNP colour (they are now orange, rather than red) and Heineken was likewise taboo in PNP neighbourhoods because green was and is the JLP colour.
Fast forward 30 years and the tribalism remains the same and the links between Jamaican politicians and gangs would seem to be as close as ever.
In May 2010 the US demanded the extradition from the island of Christopher “Dudus” Coke, a major drug smuggler, the leader of the Shower Posse and a gangster who ran the Tivoli Gardens ghetto in West Kingston.
But Tivoli Gardens was solid JLP territory and Dudus was closely aligned with several JLP politicians.
Cue mayhem – 73 people died during days of clashes between gangsters and policemen searching for Dudus.
Dudus (pictured below) was eventually extradited to the US and jailed for 23 years but the whole episode deeply undermined Prime Minister Bruce Golding, who resigned the following year. His JLP lost the 2011 general election to the PNP.
Coke’s father Lester – better known as “Jim Brown” – was rumoured to be the gunman who shot and wounded Bob Marley back in 1976.
Jim Brown – the nickname came from his passing resemblance to the US gridiron star – died suspiciously in 1992 after a fire in his prison cell, after apparently falling out with his patron, Seaga.
Another of Lester Coke’s sons, Anthony – known as Jah T, was shot dead by a PNP gunman in 2005.
Seaga himself joined 20,000 people who attended Jah T’s funeral.
Jah T’s “babymother”, Deborah “Foxy Brown” Golding wore an eye-catching black dress at the funeral. In 2012 she tried to get elected as an independent councillor for Tivoli Gardens, after being rejected as a JLP candidate.
In the past year 120 people have been killed in Jamaica and, although it may way down on 1980 levels, there is every sign that the Jamaican politicians have failed to gain control of the crimewave they started back in the 1960s.
Manley died in 1997, while Seaga is now 84, and still an eminence grise in the JLP.
THE NIGHT THE WORLD CAUGHT FIRE
by Sam Christopher 29 January 2014
An unremarkable hillside in northern Kentucky contains a dark secret.
It was here 37 years ago that a horrific blaze broke out, killing 169 people – four of them unborn babies.
Many disasters have large, impressive memorials.
But the Beverly Hills Supper Club fire has only a neat green plaque on a signpost beside the road, erected by the Kentucky Historical Society in 2007.
Trucks thunder past without stopping to read about what happened here on a hill overlooking the city of Cincinatti, on the other side of the Ohio river.
On the night of 28 May 1977 flames destroyed the glitzy Beverly Hills Supper Club as singer John Davidson – a big name in the 1970s – was preparing to entertain 2,000 people with hits like I’ll Always Remember.
For years the cause of the fire was a mystery, with Kentuckians seemingly happy to forget about the whole tragic night.
But a new book, based on four years of research by Robert Webster and a team of local historians in Kenton County, has unearthed a shattering discovery – that the fire was almost certainly arson and the 169 dead were therefore murder victims.
Webster claims in his book that the fire in May 1977 was set by arsonists posing as air conditioning maintenance men.
There is even the suggestion that a group of men and women posed as cleaners during the day of the blaze and brushed the walls with a special inflammable lubricant – liquid graphite – which would explain the remarkable “burning down” patterns found at the scene.
Numerous witnesses saw the maintenance men and the cleaners and assumed they were working for the Schilling family, who owned the club.
But they were not and the the author points the finger unambiguously in the direction of the Cleveland mafia, a notoriously brutal outfit which had once been run by gangland legend Moe Dalitz.
But to understand the events of that night fully you need to be aware of the historical and geographical context.
Kentucky – “the bluegrass state” – is a largely rural place, home to dozens of horse breeders and trainers, the Kentucky Derby and Jim Beam whiskey.
But tucked away in the northern corner of the state, in a bend in the Ohio river, are the towns of Newport, Covington and Southgate.
Nowadays they are humdrum dormitory suburbs of Cincinatti, but the area – and Newport in particular – has a colourful past as “sin city” where booze, gambling and sex were peddled for years.
Newport in particular was a hub of brothels, speakeasies and illegal casinos in the Prohibition era and it was only in 1961 that a clampdown by Governor Bert Coombs and US Attorney General Robert Kennedy curbed these excesses.
Kennedy was assisted in this campaign by George Ratterman, the new Sheriff of Campbell County, a former Cleveland Browns quarterback, who was elected with a promise to clean up northern Kentucky.
But Ratterman’s election campaign was almost derailed when he was drugged with chloral hydrate, tucked up in bed with stripper April Flowers and photographed in a bid to blackmail him into bowing out of the race.
Ratterman managed to prove he had chloral hydrate in his bloodstream and Flowers confessed to her part in the scam.
During the 1960s the Mob began moving their investments from Kentucky to Las Vegas, which soon became the US’s gambling mecca.
Newport began a slow spiral of decline, with its population falling by 25% over the next few decades.
But while prostitution and gambling may have disappeared, there were still a few venues where crowds would travel from miles around for rather more wholesome entertainment.
One of these was the Beverly Hills Supper Club, which was taken over in 1969 and relaunched by local tycoon Dick Schilling.
Before he could even open it, the club was gutted by a fire in 1970 started, almost certainly, by extortionists from the Cleveland mafia.
Over the next few years the club went from strength with stars such as Ray Charles, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carol Channing and The Four Seasons coming to perform, but the Cleveland mobsters continued to harass Schilling and tried to intimidate him into selling it to them.
On the day of the fire receptionist Eileen Druckman received a chilling phone call from a mystery man who simply asked her: “When was it that the Beverly Hills burnt down before?”
Flustered and extremely busy as guests began to arrive, she brushed him off, but not before he told her: “It burned down on June 21, 1970.”
She put the phone call and thought no more about it, until the blaze broke out later in the evening.
Webster’s book is superbly researched and he has found witness accounts from scores of guests.
What is amazing is that many of them reported heat and smoke up to two hours before the fire brigade was called.
It appears the fire was smouldering for up several hours – from as early as 5pm – before it finally broke into the open at around 9pm and thick black smoke alerted people to the impending disaster.
Hundreds managed to escape but a bottleneck developed in the Cabaret Room, which is where 99 of the bodies were found.
Webster also uncovers evidence that timers were found in the debris, several of which were set for 5pm.
He speculates that the arsonists may have simply made a mistake: instead of starting the fire at 5am – when the club would have been empty – they may have set it off at 5pm.
Kentucky State Police, under pressure from Governor Julian Carroll, were guilty of a “rush to judgement”, wanting to blame the Schillings and rule out arson.
The governor ordered the club be demolished with unseemly haste so it was impossible to prove how it started.
There was an in-built “expectation bias” which sought to portray Dick Schilling and his family as the culprits.
It has since emerged that not only were the Schillings innocent of most of the code infringements they were accused of but Governor Carroll had been a guest at a party in Christmas 1976 hosted by Sam Schraeder, the Cleveland mafia’s man in northern Kentucky.
Did he later cover up for the mafia, possibly under duress?
Perhaps the most chilling clue as to the real motive was found by Margie Schilling, Dick’s wife, when she finally returned home in the early hours of the Sunday morning, feeling utterly devastated by the loss of life at their club.
There on the doormat was a note, with letters cuts from newsprint in the style of a ransom note, saying: “WE BURNED YOU BEFORE, WE’LL BURN YOU AGAIN. YOU KEEP BUILDING, WE’LL KEEP BURNING.”
The Beverly Hills Supper Club was never rebuilt and the site – in view of the Interstate 471 highway – remains morbidly vacant, a testament to that tragic night.
THE BIGGEST PHARMACEUTICAL MURDER MYSTERY OF THEM ALL
by Sven Kristiansen December 2013
More than 30 years after seven people were killed when cyanide was place inside painkiller capsules in the US, a new theory is suggesting the police and FBI were looking in the wrong place for the killer.In the autumn – or, as they say, in Chicago, the fall – of 1982 seven people, including a 12-year-old girl swallowed a Tylenol Extra Strength capsule….and dropped dead.The acetaminophen powder – what we call paracetamol in the UK – inside had been replaced with cyanide.Tylenol was – in fact, still is – one of the most popular over-the-counter painkillers on sale in the US. At the time it had a 37% share of the market.So the seven deaths became headline news across the nation, even though they were limited to the Chicago area.The police and FBI jumped to the conclusion that the killer was taking bottles of Tylenol off the shelves, unscrewing the capsules, replacing the acetaminophen with cyanide and then placing them back on sale.But a new book suggests that theory was wrong and the police and FBI spent years looking for the “Tymurs” killer in the wrong place.The author of The Tylenol Mafia, Scott Bartz, certainly should know what he is talking about.He spent a decade working as a sales manager for Johnson & Johnson, the giant consumer products firm which owns McNeil, the firm who make Tylenol.Bartz left the company under a cloud after he tried to expose fraud in Medicaid, the programme which funds medicines for the poor in the US.His book – which is an immensely readable page-turner – is sweet revenge.It claims – with a considerable body of evidence behind it – that the theory of the “madman in the store” not only does not make sense but was deliberately put forward by J&J to steer the authorities away from the real culprit because it might lead them with a hefty lawsuit.Without going into detail – and there is a heck of a lot of detail about batch numbers, “rack jobbers” and distribution networks – Bartz claims the killer worked in a repackaging warehouse in the Chicago area.Key to his argument is the case of Lynn Reiner (pictured above), who had recently given birth and died after taking a Tylenol capsule she had been given by the hospital pharmacy.Bartz argues that the hospital pharmacy was secure and a random killer could not have wandered in and tampered with the Tylenol bottles.He says the killer must have tampered with the capsules before they even reached the pharmacies and convenience stores where they were purchased.Lynn’s daughter Michelle Rosen says she believes Bartz and she told the Daily Herald, a suburban Chicago newspaper: “We’ve been on such a dead road for 29 years, is this not worth looking into?”“It would be irresponsible of them not to legitimately look deep into this. What facts do they currently have? The only evidence that authorities have ever given us to their theories is, ‘People bought Tylenol and died.’ Well, that isn’t enough anymore.”A central character in the Tylenol story is James Lewis, an eccentric individual who became the FBI’s prime suspect after he – in a fit of pique at an employer who had gone bust and failed to pay his wife her wages – sent an extortion letter to the authorities, demanding $8,000 be paid into a bank account in order for the poisonings to stop.The bank account belonged to his wife’s former employer who he held a grudge against, and he had no access to it.But despite that Lewis was convicted of extortion and spent many years in jail.In fact he was behind bars in 1986 when an almost incident killed another woman in New York after she swallowed Tylenol which had been replaced with cyanide.By then J&J had introduced tamper resistant packaging. But they were still persevering with capsules, which are easy to tamper with.Only after the 1986 murder did they phase out capsules and replace them with caplets (pictured left), which are sealed and cannot be tampered with.Lewis has remained the prime suspect for the FBI and DuPage County police, despite the fact that at the time of the Chicago poisonings he was thousands of miles away in New York city.Even as recently as 2009 Lewis and his long-suffering wife LeAnn were arrested at their home in Cambridge, Massachusetts by federal agents looking in vain for a “smoking gun” which they could use to pin the crime on Lewis.capletsBartz speculates that the reason for the arrest and the publicity surrounding it was not because the authorities actually believed Lewis was the killer, but because it allowed them to refuse to release vital documents about the case because they could claim it was still an “ongoing investigation”.The reality is that nobody really has a clue who the Tylenol killer was.His motive was never made clear. For all we know it could have been carried out by one of their business rivals in order to destroy Tylenol as a brand.Tylenol did however recover, despite the 1986 hiccup, and in fact rose to 56% in 2009.But since then a series of manufacturing faults have led to the recall of millions of bottles of Tylenol, Benadryl and Motrin, all made by McNeil.Tylenol’s market share has now fallen to 24% and in 2011 McNeil closed its factory at Fort Washington, Pennsylvania, after a damning report by the Food and Drug Administration.Bartz’s book suggests J&J deliberately masked the origin of the 1982 poisonings because if it turned out the perpetrator was in the distribution network they could be held legally liable, whereas if the “madman in the stores” theory was true they were not liable.Johnson & Johnson gave a statement recently, saying: “We believe the premise in Mr. Bartz’s book has no merit. The facts of this case have been shared with the appropriate authorities over the years, and we defer any comment on the investigation of these poisonings to the appropriate legal authorities.”