I
wanted to write about what it’s been like having now spent thirty complete
years in jail. A total of 10958 days (Including 8 added leap year days) give or
take a few hours (8) on 29th September, equalling 263 thousand hours
of wrongful imprisonment.
Looking
at it like that makes it seem such a long time. No doubt it’s at least a third
of my life. It feels so painful at times to know that I’ve let my mum and dad
down so badly. Dad especially would be disappointed in me for having failed to
prove my innocence and therefore cleared their names too within thirty years.
“Thirty years Jem, you’ve had thirty years mate to sort this lot out”, his
voice is still clear in my mind.
I
know people might think it odd that dad and I often called each other ‘Mate’,
it was an in joke between us. This began in 1980. Both dad and I enjoyed the
movies and from the age of 12 onwards we’d quite often go to the cinema
together. Once I’d learnt to drive and had my own car we’d go to the cinema a
little less often as I used to like taking a friend instead. Bringing your dad
along if you were hoping for a kiss and a cuddle just wasn’t cool, even I knew
that. It sounds so corny thinking back that my taking a young lady to the
pictures might have led to something more than friendship, but I had no idea
how to do this dating malarkey way back then.
Going
back to dad and I, on our movie going days we would always catch the new James
Bond film when that came out. We both loved Paul Newman and Robert Redford
films and Clint Eastwood too. So anything that they were in we’d go to the
cinema and see together.
Returning
to 1980, the fact that we enjoyed the cinema so much meant that we would always
try and watch the film review show on the BBC. It was hosted by Barry Norman
and we nearly always agreed with his opinions on the latest film releases. If
Barry really raved about a particular movie we’d both go to the cinema and
watch it together, or when video films could be rented we’d get the film and
watch it at home.
The
movie review show was called ‘Film ’78’ or ’79 or whatever the year was the
show
was on. So in 1980 it was called ‘Film 80’ and dad’s joke, silly as it
seems, had us both in hysterics the first time he said it and giggling every
week afterwards. Dad said dead pan as if he was being completely serious: “Jem,
what are we doing watching this and why is Barry Norman presenting a programme
about a bloke called Phil Matey? Don’t know about you but who is this Phil
Matey fellow anyway?” I can recall looking at dad and thinking are you really
that much of a fool or are you just making a silly joke, a play on words. I
didn’t know as dad was poker faced with that quizzical look in his eyes, and he
caught me, to which I answered, “It’s Film 80 dad!” and immediately I got it,
Phil Matey, and we laughed so much and for so long that no sooner had the
giggles subsided than one of us would say ‘Phil Matey’ and start again.
A
day or two later we were at Doe’s, the agricultural suppliers, buying various
spares and bits for the farm. The guy serving us turned to his colleague and
said: “Do us a favour matey, can you get us such and such oil filters from the
rack?” Dad turned to me and said “What do you reckon Jem, is his name Phil?” to
which we both ended up in hysterics, made even funnier cos the guy who was
serving us just stood and looked at us as if we were off our heads, with dad
trying to pull it together, getting it under control and then saying “Where’s
Phil with the oil filters?”, trying so hard to keep his face straight, failing
and giggling again causing me to giggle. And so the cycle went on that is until
we got back to the van. From then on we called each other ‘Matey’ which fairly
quickly was shortened to ‘Mate’. Right up to the 6th August 1985 and
my going home leaving dad to collect the last trailer of rape seed from the
combine at 10:00pm and leave it for me to tip and process in the morning. My
last words to dad when I left that evening were, “Thanks Mate, I’ll see you in
the morning.” I said a “Good night” to mum and Sheila and off I went.
In a
way, looking back now, I can see why dad’s call to me prompted my phone call to
the police at 03:36am. The reason why I took his telephone call so seriously. I
have always felt that it was because I’d tried to ring him back to find out
more information and my getting the engaged signal each time I did so. Not
being able to call dad back to speak to him may have been part of it, but
subconsciously I’d have known it was serious due to him not using the term
“Matey” during our short conversation.
Obviously
this is not a point to be taken to the Appeal Court, it would mean nothing to
them, but to dad and I our 'in' joke was important to both of us on so many
levels. In
order for me to clear all of our names, I’ve had to try to understand
everything, including my own actions and motivations.
I do
feel a bit of a “Larry let-down” for not being able to resolve this case until
now. It’s in part due to the fact that corrupt former Essex Police officers who
constructed a false case against me are now mostly deceased. There are a few
who are still enjoying their retirement, who we appear to have evidence upon,
that reveals them to be corrupt former Essex Police Officers in many ways. For
instance, the CPS failed to take into account a report, dated 06.09.85
that was written by Detective Chief Superintendent Kenneally which stated:
“The evidence indicates
that Sheila was responsible”
Clearly, Essex
Police have not disclosed to the Defence or the CPS this extensive review and the supporting evidence, which resulted in the finding that Sheila carried out the shootings. The continued concealment of this report suggests that the corruption within Essex Police in the 1980’s remains endemic at the
very highest level of their organisation today. If this was not so then the
current Chief Constable would have disclosed DSI Kenneally’s report to us, and
all the supporting evidence that showed that Sheila was responsible, as well as
all the other material listed upon our petition for disclosure.
There is a huge amount of corruption involved in the case. Just one example of the many hundreds we have, is how witness evidence was manipulated to change the whole meaning of what was told to the Police and the Enquiries. In 1991, my cousin David Boutflour wrote a hand written statement for the C.O.L.P. Enquiry. He stated:
There is a huge amount of corruption involved in the case. Just one example of the many hundreds we have, is how witness evidence was manipulated to change the whole meaning of what was told to the Police and the Enquiries. In 1991, my cousin David Boutflour wrote a hand written statement for the C.O.L.P. Enquiry. He stated:
The
typed version of the same statement said:
This
evidence was manipulated to disguise the fact that David Boutflour made witness
testimony before September, which has never been disclosed. There are a number
of police documents making reference to many other witness statements, from a
multitude of people, which apparently don’t exist.
Anyway
“Matey” the truth is certainly now known by the CPS and the Defence and it will
be in the Courts and the Public Arena very soon. I hope you and mum’s name will
soon be cleared along with mine.
Are
the senior Officers within Essex Police honest and true? That depends if they
comply with the disclosure requests contained on our latest petition. Only time
will tell. Thank
you to everyone who has supported the petition for disclosure of all case
documents including Human Rights Campaigner, Peter Tatchell. If you haven’t done so
already please sign, as it will make all the difference in my continued fight
for justice.
Jeremy
