I should begin by stating I am not a great fan of public memorial events, or ‘minutes of silence’ for this disaster, or that Muslim Jihadi massacre: with maybe the honourable exception of Remembrance Sunday (but hopefully with the complete absence of any political presence) or the many local equivalents. I have written before about memorials, I just don’t see the need to pronounce ‘We shall not be divided’ or any other maundering slogan thought up to found a Twitter campaign. I find them distasteful and false. But I do accept that some events, so terrible that they remain engraved upon the Nation’s conscience, do deserve a ‘look back’; even if it is a ‘Look Back in Anger’. And so it is now 25 years later!
I am a fan of the ‘Law & Order UK’ series; that alone probably types me as square beyond belief, but, that’s me. Anyhow, watched this particular episode, and it rang a bell as big as Big Ben. It involved a man suspected and ready to plead guilty of manslaughter, but it was then discovered he was not who he said he was. I’m not going to go through the whole episode, but it ended badly for everyone.
I wrote, in frustrated anger, back in 2006, of little James Bulger; and the terrible things done to that tiny body, and the ease which both perverted, twisted killers played the legal system which was only too ready to be played; to the extent that both young murderers, released at eighteen; were given total anonymity for the rest of their lives, with new documentation, new lives, washed clean as with Persil. One has been back in chokey twice, for breaking the rules of his licence; for using perverted web-sites and accumulating the worst sort of porn;, but he gets out, free and clear, to grin at the rest of the world.
So, my point is this: It is a fact that both have been given, multiple times, new identities. So if your female relative or friend, or even a male relative who has ‘come out’ to his friends and family; is seeing a new man, somewhere in his mid thirties, and that someone has traces of a Liverpool accent, it would be very, very wise to have a quiet word with that friend or relative: just to discover if the new ‘man in their lives’ is reluctant to talk about his childhood.