Consider the facts.
A young woman claims she has been raped, and a jury finds her case proven, and the defendant guilty.
The defence argued firstly that the sex was consensual, as both participants were drunk, and then that the alleged victim, as she had no true recollection of the events, had not suffered. The accused still claims innocence, and refuses to apologise, even after he is released from prison after serving half his sentence.
The problem is compounded by the fact that the accused is a very well-known and prominent footballer; he claims that, even though he has always stated his innocence, he has done his time, and should be allowed to go on with his life.
His life seems to still revolve around football, and his club, Sheffield United, are allowing him to train with the club, but have not yet signed a contract.
Because of the Club’s stance in even considering allowing the rapist’s return, high-profile patrons of the club, such as Jessica Ennis-Hill of Olympic fame has asked that, if the rapist returns to the club, her name should be removed from the stand. Others have followed Jessica’s stance.
The Professional Footballers Association of Ireland have defended the club for their forgiving attitude, and further stated “There was no violence and thankfully the victim has no recollection of it. This, I hasten to add, does not make it right, or anything close to it, but it is nonetheless a mitigating factor.”
So, should Jessica speak up or shut up; and should this fine, upstanding role-model go back to the pitch, and his extremely-large pay-packet, and bye-gones should be bye-gones; or should he be banned from all football, for life, for this crime of violence against an unresisting young woman?
At the ripe age of 74, I honestly thought that there were no more surprises in my life, but there is, indeed; no fool like an old fool.
My wife’s mother died a couple of weeks ago, and the wider family gathered for her cremation, without my presence: because my wife is ill, and she depends upon me for everything; but my eldest son and my daughter attended both the cremation service and the gathering afterwards.
One of the things produced to celebrate my mother-in-law’s life was a video compilation of photographs taken over her life-span, which was 94 years; and I received a copy. I played the whole show, and suddenly, I was taken back in time to the evening that I first met my future wife. One family photo, which I had never seen before, showed her in the midst of the photo, but she was wearing the very dress which she wore when we first met. We met in the Empire Ballroom in Leicester Square; we met, and I knew within ten seconds that this was, indeed, the girl for me. The smile on her face in the photo was the same as I remembered watching in fascination as we danced, and talked, and danced again. The video photo is unavailable at present, but I shall find it, and I shall hold it as close as the woman whose smile still reminds me why we married, all those years ago.
The ravages of illness have not been kind to my love, but, occasionally, very occasionally, I see the light in her eyes which attracted me to the woman who has borne my children and been my companion for over forty-seven years.
I note that the Telegraph Leader this morning praises the ‘returning jihadi prevention and detention’ law as proposed by David Cameron. This proposed Law will give the police yet more powers to grab the passports of people (mainly young men of ‘Asian’ appearance) who are suspected of heading towards Turkey and then on to Syria or Iraq to join the fanatical imbeciles of Islamic State. It also proposes to keep those who have been fighting, and of course killing, out of the UK for two years, unless they agree to ‘De-Radicalization’ at some secure facility; until they see the error of their ways.
I have an alternative suggestion as to how to welcome these returning killers; which is to bring them out of the airport, then gather a sufficient number together in a large container truck, and then detach that container at a suitable location, and tip it into deep water. Just think of it; no fuss, no muss, and a sure way of making damn certain that they will achieve their twisted dreams early; which is that of a sure and certain meeting with those alleged 72 virgins.
True, there must be a certain cost to pay, but, hell; we can afford to pay for the containers!
…………………….. and with Hell we are at agreement.
Just a few days ago, we watched as the British Army sneaked quietly out of Camp Bastion, out of Helmand, and of course out of Afghanistan. We shall then see what we have bought with 453 British lives, along with some £30 billions in treasure. Will we see another ‘Peace in our time’, or will we see yet another sad truth that, having blown away the Taliban in double-quick time, we should have then said to the Warlords who have actually governed in that sad, sandy hell-hole, “Its yours now; you wanted it, you run it, because we are leaving now.’ But we didn’t.
We stayed, and we spent 453 lives, the flower of British youth, volunteers all, whether Regular or Reserve, in a veritable splurge of utter stupidity, much the same as the thinking which brought on the utter catastrophe of the Somme in 1916.
We have watched as the poppies were planted, ending just yesterday when the last of 888,246 ceramic memorials were planted in the grass of the Tower of London’s moat; but I still do not believe that most of this nation understands or even accepts the carnage which was the First World War. The Battle of the Somme, on the first day alone, cost some 58,000 British casualties. Some of the Pals’ Battalions, by the end of that Battle, had virtually disappeared; and for what, it may be asked? The trench line; established in the early days of the War, hardly changed. What was lost in one charge, was gained back in another. It was all a waste, of life, of treasure, of the very spirit which kept men fighting despite the loss of everything.
But what was perhaps the worst loss, out of all the casualties, all the change, of the revolutions and of the vast change resultant from the War to end all War, was the loss of the very spirit which may have kept an Austrian corporal from mesmerising an entire Nation into a belief that they could win that Second War, and wipe out the disgrace of the First.
I leave you with one final statistic; when the Taliban, evil and savage though they may be, were in power,another poppy; the Heroin Poppy was virually eradicated. Today, the Poppy fields have given the production of heroin a boost to eighty percent above the line when we went in!
A woman dressed in a costume is pictured during the biannual ‘Whitby Goth Weekend’ (WGW) festival in Whitby. The WGW festival brings thousands of goths and alternative lifestyle fans from the UK and around the world over a weekend of music, dancing and shopping
” a weekend of music, dancing and shopping”…………”and alternative lifestyle fans”……………and if you believe that, you will truly believe anything!
No, not him, the one next but seven across from him, and then two rows down! His buddy pulled the trigger!
A compilation of all those SEALS who now claim to have killed/slotted/injured/finished off/drowned/poisoned/silenced/admired/recruited or otherwise came into comparatively-close contact with the guy who actually hid for over five years in plain sight of the Pakistani military and ISI.
Probably the most over-quoted phrase in the entire English history of lawyers, legal stratagems, Security spooks and snoops is the term; ‘who watches the watchers?’
In Great Britain’s legal systems, which vary in details between the four Nations of our Isles, we have built up a trust, almost a standard, which states, in no uncertain terms, that if a person is accused of any crime, he is entitled to a fair hearing, in a properly-constituted court, either by a Magistrate or by a Judge. He is supposed to be represented by a lawyer, paid by Legal Aid if he or she has not enough funds to obtain such representation privately, and ALL discussions between the accused and legal representatives are, and always have been, privileged. That means that if ANY news, discussions, hints, gossip, interpretations,ANYTHING concerning the discussions between the lawyer or solicitor and the person they are representing, is barred from the prosecution.
Or so we have been led to believe.
So, after the revelations concerning the oversight and deliberate leaking of Defence discussions to the Security Service and M.I.5, the new caution given to all criminals, of whatever standing, nationality of gravity of crime will have been modified:-
“You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in Court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
The person cautioned is then asked “Do you understand?
You are also advised that recordings may be taken of everything that you say, copies of everything that is written may be made, and all may be given to the Crown Prosecution Service, The Security Services, and interested Parties to aid them in the charges brought against you!