The Great Paedophile Witch Hunt

The great paedophile witch hunt against Conservative politicians and establishment figures in England continues in ever more bizarre ways. The attempts by the police to accuse ex-Home Secretary Sir Leon Brittan and the former head of the army, Field Marshal Lord Bramall, of molestation ended in grotesque failure and grovelling apologies by the police. It is now quite clear that the complainants on whose accusations the investigations were based had been liars and fantasists and that the police had naively and stupidly believed them. Indeed it later emerged that it had been police policy to believe anyone who claimed to be a victim of a sexual assault: political correctness gone mad. Only after the humiliating collapse of these high-profile cases on which hundreds of thousands of pounds had been spent and utterly innocent men pilloried, have the police admitted that complainants in sex cases can be untruthful and unreliable. The feminists are enraged at this admission, even though a high proportion of those who have made false accusations are male. It would seem that boys and former boys have been made honorary women and as such are always to be believed.

It is curious how many of the historic allegations are made by men, given that the proportion of gay men in the population is less than 2 per cent. Either gays are much more likely to chase after under-age boys than straight men are to pursue young girls, or else they have more opportunity, or there is some third explanation such as that the allegations exaggerate actual abuse. If a lusty fellow were to tell a youth organisation that he felt he had a calling to introduce fifteen-year-old girls to the joys of the open-air life by sharing a tent with them he would not get very far.

Out in the rural wilderness of Wiltshire the rustic police are still in hot pursuit of the long-dead Sir Edward Heath, who had made his final home there. When he died, Sir Edward left his archive, consisting of 4500 boxes of unsorted papers, to Oxford University’s Bodleian Library. Somewhere in the boxes are his diaries and personal letters, no doubt buried under political memoranda. Over the next year and more the Wiltshire police are going to spend millions of pounds paying civilians to trawl through his uncatalogued papers in the hope of finding some incriminating snippet.

It is a pity the job could not have been given to a trained historian who could tell us exactly why in the 1970s Prime Minister Heath sold out his country to what was to become the European Union. Only now with Brexit will Britain emerge from the disaster that followed from Heath’s pig-headed willingness to subordinate Britain to an alien power. Finding the answer to this question is far more important than the investigation of the wild and dubious sex claims against him. The latest of these is that Heath, an accomplished yachtsman, would regularly sail to Jersey in the Channel Islands to collect boys from a children’s home, now known to have been a centre of child abuse. Sir Edward would then head for the open seas, where the boys would be buggered, killed and thrown overboard to the fish. So obsessive are the Wiltshire police that they have set constables with truncheons to guard his former home in Salisbury round the clock, presumably lest someone smuggle out the bones of a murdered lad before the police can find them.

Sir Edward was long rumoured to be gay. The British satirical magazine Private Eye, the one where the celebrated Barry McKenzie first appeared in a cartoon strip, once issued a record containing the song, “Grocer Heath, Tell the Truth, Admit to Us That You’re a Poof”. “The Grocer” was Private Eye’s nickname for Heath. The use of the opprobrious slang term poof fitted their outlook at the time and they probably thought it rhymed with truth. Yet there was never any evidence that Heath was gay. He certainly had an aversion to women, but those who knew him well describe him as sexless. Some people are, and it is disgraceful that they have not been given their own special tick-box in politically correct surveys. Equality for the sexless now!

It is all a grotesque waste of public money. When asked about it, the police reply that all allegations of sexual abuse have to be investigated thoroughly. Why? Investigations cost money. Heath is dead. He cannot be prosecuted. He cannot be asked to give his version of events. Even if something were uncovered, it would anyway not justify the huge resources devoted to the project. Every pound spent on this silly investigation is a pound diverted from other more important police duties, such as pursuing currently active sex offenders. If the police budget is increased to pursue historic offenders, the resources will have to be taken away from health or education or national defence, all of which are far more important.

It is no good saying that it is a matter of justice. Justice is not of infinite worth as politicised lawyers claim. It is a commodity that has to be paid for and the economists’ terms such as “rate of return” and “marginal cost” apply to it. As the former Conservative Prime Minister Arthur Balfour said in another context: the trouble with justice is that there is never enough to go round. In any case justice has to be biased on the side of not blaming the guiltless. If you really believe in justice then it is time to prosecute those who make false accusations and to reveal their identities so as to leave them open to being sued in a civil case. And finally, what reason is there for picking on Heath in the first place, other than that he was a senior Conservative figure?

Equally bizarre has been the lurid investigation into Sir Cliff Richard by the South Yorkshire police concerning an alleged sexual offence against a boy at a Christian rally in Sheffield organised by the American evangelist Billy Graham in 1985.  The investigation has lasted for two years and cost £800,000 of taxpayers’ money.  The South Yorkshire police have behaved disgracefully throughout and have been condemned by the Home Office Select Committee of the British parliament.

The condemnation was triggered by a police raid on Sir Cliff’s home in Berkshire while he was away in Portugal. To guarantee surprise, plain-clothes police officers travelled the length of the country from Yorkshire to his home near London in a convoy of unmarked police cars. To make sure there was plenty of publicity for the raid they tipped the BBC off that they were coming. The BBC crew were able to film from a helicopter as the heroic officers went storming in. A simple verbal report on the raid on BBC news would have done well enough—and how much did that helicopter cost? The first that Sir Cliff knew about the raid was when he saw it on live television, which he was watching in Portugal. Nothing was found at his home, but no doubt the usual level of chaos and damage was achieved.

Sir Cliff is now thinking of selling his Berkshire home, the home polluted by the boots of the South Yorkshire police and its association with the false accusations. Indeed, the raid probably produced further false accusations, just as the police intended. In Cliff Richard’s own words, he had been “hung out as live bait”. All those dodgy middle-aged men who wanted a moment’s fame as a former boy victim or who could sniff the scent of compensation from a subsequent civil action no doubt now turned up with fictitious stories of long-ago groping. If such a case were ever to go to court, how could the accused get a fair trial, given that the alleged events happened decades ago, there is no corroboration, and the complainants have every incentive to lie?

The police proudly announced that their investigation had “increased significantly in size”. It is a measure of their gullibility that they were even willing to listen to one fantasist who claimed that Sir Cliff had chased him down the street on roller-skates, assaulted him in a shop and then frantically roller-skated away. This complainant had obtained the idea from a filmed item posted on the internet in which Sir Cliff had sung when wearing roller-skates. Why has he not been prosecuted for perjury or at the very least for wasting police time? It does not seem to have occurred to anyone in the police that roller-skates are not a very reliable mode of transport for a sexual predator. In their search of Sir Cliff’s home the police do not seem to have located the roller-skates.

What links Sir Cliff to the various establishment grandees whom the police had earlier pursued is that he is a conservative evangelical Christian. It should be remembered that the South Yorkshire police are the same force who for reasons of political correctness had refrained for several years from investigating and arresting gangs of Muslim sexual predators exploiting under-age girls in Rotherham. Today the perpetrators are in jail, but for years the police looked the other way. By contrast, evangelical Christians are an easy target, since they lack the protection of the politically correct classes who make policy. Indeed, evangelical Christians are seen as an enemy by the proponents of multiculturalism, for they are an unpleasant reminder of Britain’s former history of uniformity, solidarity and respectability.

This is also why the BBC was so keen to give the case publicity and besmirch Sir Cliff. A raid on the home of an ageing pop star in his mid-seventies is hardly the kind of news item to which you would expect a high-minded public broadcaster to give priority, not even one as utterly dumbed-down and crassly lacking in crucial foreign news coverage as the main BBC television channel. But Sir Cliff was a committed Christian and one who took his faith sufficiently seriously as to have performed at charity concerts in apartheid-era South Africa, something that will have damned him for ever in the eyes of bigoted Left-liberals. He was a marked man, so when the chance came, the atheists and progressives in the BBC went after him.

Meanwhile, back in South Yorkshire, an inept, worthless and corrupt police force needed a high-profile case to distract attention from their appalling record and not just in regard to the vicious Muslim sex gangs of Rotherham. The same South Yorkshire police force was responsible for the Hillsborough disaster of 1989, when ninety-six football fans were trampled to death as a result of incompetent crowd control by that force. This year, after twenty-seven years of lies and forgeries by members of the South Yorkshire force trying to cover up their responsibility for these deaths, an inquest jury has brought in a verdict of unlawful killing and firmly put the blame on the police. It is manslaughter through gross negligence, and it is possible that some of the officers who dealt with the crowd will now be prosecuted. Such are the troubles of the South Yorkshire police that the chief constable has just been sacked.

The South Yorkshire police have put far more time and effort into hounding the committed Christian Sir Cliff Richard than they did into investigating the sexual abuse of well over a thousand under-age girls by the Muslims of Rotherham including the rape of girls as young as eleven. The disproportion tells you everything you need to know about the rotten state, not just of South Yorkshire but of modern Britain.