I mentioned in a comment which followed my post ‘Tan yn Llyn’ that Simon Thomas, who was Plaid AM for Mid and West Wales, 2011-18 and the Plaid MP for Ceredigion, 2000-05, has been charged with making indecent images of children (ie. downloading child porn). Thomas is due to appear in court in October.
Then three days ago a brief piece appeared on BBC News Wales Online stating that Mark Drakeford’s 31 year old son had been convicted of rape. Brown saw a report which stated that he had also been charged with child grooming and assault. Mark Drakeford is currently running for the leadership of Welsh Labour/Carwyn’s successor as FM. Drakeford has the backing of most Labour AMs in his quest to succeed Carwyn.
Presumably those Labour MPs backing Drakeford knew that his son was on trial for rape.
Drakeford believes that he is a feminist, has spent his entire career banging on about empowering wimmin and vulnerable people and is a big mate of Jane Hutt and Julie Morgan, who have also spent decades banging on about empowering wimmin and vulnerable people.
Hutt, Julie Morgan and Drakeford are all former social workers. Julie Morgan and Drakeford worked as social workers for Councils who had a problem with the kids in their care being abused by organised gangs. Morgan was the Assistant Director of Barnardo’s when Barnardo’s staff were involved with child abuse, including in north Wales.
Drakeford was a social worker for Dyfed County Council, when it hosted a paedophile gang with links to the gang in north Wales. Drakeford then worked as a social worker in Cardiff, including as a team leader for a Barnardo’s project, lectured at Swansea and Cardiff Universities and was Professor of Social Policy and Applied Social Sciences at Cardiff University, 2003-13. Cardiff University concealed the abuse of children and vulnerable people for decades, including the crimes of Dafydd’s gang in north Wales.
Drakeford was Rhodri Morgan’s Spad when Rhodri became FM. Drakeford succeeded Rhodri as the AM for Cardiff West in 2011 when the Ale Twat stepped down.
Drakeford was Wales’s Health Minister, 2013-16. I have previously blogged about Drakeford ignoring correspondence from me regarding research fraud and abuses in the NHS in north Wales and of course the Tawel Fan Scandal exploded on Drakeford’s watch as well (see previous posts). Other shameful incidents in Wales’s NHS occurred when Drakeford was Health Minister as well.
Brecon War Memorial Hospital was embroiled in scandal after whistleblowers alleged that an elderly stroke victim was slapped in bed by a carer and visiting families were forced to bring in food to keep their starving relatives alive. It was alleged that falsification of notes at the hospital was ‘routine practice’, that staff were drunk on duty, that Angels were put to bed because they were drunk and then woken up before the day staff arrived. A convicted sex-offender was working as a care assistant.
At Ysbyty Cwm Cynon in Mountain Ash, 10 hospital workers were suspended following the death of an elderly woman who was found with ‘unexplained and serious injuries’ on a ward.
One nurse blew the whistle on the neglect and abuse of patients at the Princess of Wales Hospital, Bridgend, yet even following her concerns, Lillian Williams, 82, died after a catalogue of neglect as the hospital. In total, two deaths at the Princess of Wales hospital occurred after a review recommended changes in practices which should have ensured ‘patient safety’. Meanwhile, Angels in Bridgend were investigated by police for allegedly drugging elderly and difficult patients to enjoy a quiet night shift.
These were just some of the cases which received media attention. I knew for a fact that while Drakeford was Health Minister, neglect, abuse and serious misconduct were endemic throughout Wales’s NHS and was ignored and/or concealed by Drakeford.
Drakeford was Health Minister when I was unlawfully detained at Wrexham Maelor Hospital after being violently assaulted by a barrister’s daughter, in front of witnesses, in Machynlleth. The assault was never investigated – although I had visible injuries – because I was er, unlawfully detained by a Top Doctor and social workers when I went to the police to report it. After I had been at Wrexham Maelor for 24 hours or so, I was told by the ward manager that because the appropriate paperwork had not been signed at the police station in Aberystwyth, I had been detained unlawfully and I was therefore free to leave. So I did.
Wrexham Maelor immediately reported me ‘missing’, placed adverts in the press along with my mugshot and I was subsequently apprehended by a mental health team in Cumbria, where I was on a walking holiday. They were good enough to compile a report which they sent to Wrexham Maelor stating that I was not an escaped nutter but a woman on a walking holiday. Further newspaper reports appeared in north Wales, placed by Wrexham Maelor, demanding that the escaped nutter that was me should be apprehended. Which I was – when I was in Scotland, continuing my holiday. I was sectioned – again unlawfully – detained in the appallingly abusive Parkhead Hospital in the east end of Glasgow and after many weeks, was transferred to Wrexham Maelor. Where it was yet more months before I was released. Drakeford knew about all of this, because I and friends constantly made representation about what was happening and the laws which were being broken.
The reason that was given by the Top Doctors at Parkhead and then Wrexham Maelor for me being ‘seriously mentally ill’ was that I continually alleged that there had been a paedophile gang operating in north Wales who had targeted me and that there was serious abuse and neglect of patients in the NHS in north Wales. I was sitting in Parkhead Hospital when the BBC reported that John Allen and other members of the North Wales/Cheshire paedophile gang had just been convicted and jailed. A Top Doctor was sitting next to me, in front of the TV, when that was broadcast. I asked her to listen to what was being reported. I was ignored and told that I would be transferred to Wrexham ‘where they know all about you’. I had been sitting in the locked ward at Wrexham Maelor for some two or three weeks when the BBC reported that Tawel Fan Ward at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd had been suddenly closed and the police had been called in to investigate allegations of serious patient abuse. I was still not released… The full story can be read in earlier posts on this blog.
No complaint of mine about this whole bloody nightmare – which lasted over a year, on Drakeford’s watch – was ever investigated.
Drakeford cannot use the excuse that he inherited a mess from previous Health Ministers, although he did inherit a mess in so far that they too simply ignored complaints and concealed criminality. Drakeford has no excuses because Drakeford was Rhodri Morgan’s key adviser on health and social services throughout the Ale Twat’s whole time as FM.
Drakeford is a man most concerned with the Poor and who wishes to Empower Service Users. Which is why, when Drakeford became Health Minister, the BMA issued a statement ‘welcoming’ his appointment. They probably held a champagne breakfast to celebrate, the ultimate paedpophiles’ friend was in post and lined up to fulfil his long held ambition of becoming PM.
Drakeford supports, and has received support, from Jeremy Corbyn. Like Drakeford, Jeremy has spent an entire life maintaining that he is of the left, while ignoring a vicious trafficking gang under his nose at Islington. That gang was linked to the gangs in Wales with whom Drakeford worked and subsequently concealed.
I have enjoyed some of Drakeford’s academic publications and have cited them in my own work. But while publishing about the damage that neoliberalism has wreaked upon the UK and opposing policies such as PFI hospitals which have indeed caused havoc in the NHS, Drakeford, in his capacity as a political adviser and then a politician, systematically colluded with serious organised crime within the welfare services, ignored patient harm and joined forces with some of the most highly paid people in Wales to do this. While he did this, Wales heard nothing but praise from him for the patient-batterers and paedophiles with whom he was colluding.
The Welsh Assembly is stuffed to the rafters with people who either worked or colluded with the trafficking gangs which operated across Wales in the 1970s, 80s and 90s. If there are many more convictions, I suggest that someone takes a leaf out of the book of Peru, where there are now calls to dissolve the Parliament as a result of the endemic, entrenched corruption prevailing.
Rhodri Morgan, Drakeford’s buddy and patron, was AM for Cardiff West, 1999-11. He was Leader of Welsh Labour and FM, 2000-09, after another paedophiles’ friend, Alun Michael, resigned (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Alun Michael scuttled off just as the Waterhouse Report was published. Alun Michael was famously imposed upon Wales by Blair. No-one wanted Michael, but Miranda decided that Wales was going to bloody well have him anyway. Once the necessary was done, Michael resigned, getting the hell out of there before the aftermath…
So Wales then got Rhodri, every bit as much of a paedophiles’ friend as Alun Michael, but an Ale Drinking Twat of a paedophiles’ friend who had not aligned himself with New Labour and was known to be disliked by Miranda, which served Rhodri very well in Wales because Wales never embraced Miranda and the Third Way.
However, no matter how much guff was spouted by Rhodri and Drakeford about the ‘clear red water’ between Cardiff Bay and Miranda’s bunch in Westminster, Miranda et al continued to give the orders and because those in the Welsh Assembly were concealing the same criminal activity as Miranda was, they did what Miranda told them, because Miranda was bigger and more powerful than them. Miranda, in turn, did what the likes of Dubya told him.
‘Yo, Blair, what are you doing?’
‘Whatever you are telling me to.’
As Tony Benn quipped, you must not commit murder unless George Bush tells you to do so. I enjoyed hearing that, but Tony Benn was someone else who ignored serious organised crime in the NHS/social services, even when I wrote and told him about it (see post ‘No Cuts’).
Rhodri had a long and glorious political history which stretched back many years before he became an AM, back into the Dark Ages when as young men he and the Windbag shared a house. It actually stretched back to Rhodri’s childhood, Rhodri coming from a rather more privileged background than his image suggested. See previous posts…
Rhodri was an MP long before he was an AM, he served as the MP for Cardiff West, 1987-01. Rhodri succeeded the Tory Stefan Terlezki, who also knew about the trafficking gangs and was elected in 1983. The previous MP for Cardiff West had been the serial child molester, friend of Thatch, Harold Wilson and the Royal Family, as well as leading light in the Methodist Church, George Thomas, who had held the seat since 1945. George Thomas’s offending was widely known to Parliament, the police and the legal and medical establishment. See post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’. The Top Doctors loved George Thomas because in return for them keeping their mouths shut and treating his STIs, George Thomas ensured that they received the millions necessary to build the flagship University Hospital/Medical School at the Heath in Cardiff by raiding the NHS budget and starving the rest of the NHS in Wales of cash (see post ‘The Great Stink’) and Thomas enthusiastically supported medical charidees.
Dr Elinor Kapp, a child psychiatrist from Gwent, was a leading light in the George Thomas Trust from its foundation. The George Thomas Trust now calls itself the City Hospice, no-one wishing to bear George Thomas’s name now that his offending has been made public. Elinor Kapp was married to Kenneth Rawnsley, the Professor of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff. Rawnsley and I am sure, Elinor Kapp as well, provided a huge umbrella for Dafydd and Gwynne for many, many years (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). It was Rawnsley who was responsible for ‘inspecting and maintaining standards’ in psychiatric services across the whole of Wales. Rawnsley knew about the Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon full of illegally imprisoned victims of the trafficking gang and the lobotomies which were going on up there, even after it was stated that they had stopped.
The daughter of ‘Davey Crockett’, an Angel who was one of Dafydd’s key henchmen at Denbigh, became a social worker and worked as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales, a post which was established as a result of Sir Ronald Waterhouse’s recommendations to ensure that It Never Happened Again. Every Children’s Commissioner for Wales has been a senior social worker who worked alongside abusers and remained silent when they did so. Mark Drakeford loves the Children’s Commissioners, he’s been mates with all of them and the current Commissioner, Professor Sally Holland, was one of his colleagues at Cardiff University. For more information about the farce which has been the Children’s Commissioner for Wales, see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’.
Dr Tony Francis, Dafydd’s colleague who was fully on board with the trafficking gang, trained as a Top Doctor at Cardiff, where he knew the Windbag and then worked as a psychiatrist under Rawnsley et al (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Francis knew about George Thomas years before Thomas’s status as a serial child sex offender became public knowledge.
Previous posts (‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’) described how Tony Francis, Dafydd and the gang, in collaboration with Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission, drew up an elaborate plan to have me framed and imprisoned for a serious crime in the weeks before the General Election of 1987. The plan was supposed to culminate in my arrest days after Rhodri was elected, but things went pear shaped as a result of nursing officer Jeff Crowther and Sergeant Morgan in Bangor Police Station refusing to tell the lies which were required of them (see eg. posts ‘You Know I’m No Good…’).
I have described how the Top Doctors and the politicians who were colluding with them were at fever pitch in 1987, because the net seemed to be closing in on the gangs all across the UK. The distress flare was sent up in Dec 1986, when Professor Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Tony Francis had assisted Dafydd with having me unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in Denbigh some two or three days before Ollie pleaded guilty. The Great British Establishment came to everyone’s rescue in May 1987 – days before the General Election – when Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane released Ollie on appeal, after declaring that the poor Top Doc had suffered enough and that his collection of kiddie porn was the equivalent of a collection of cigarette cards. See previous posts. Ollie was a key figure in a pan-European trafficking gang, of which the gangs across the UK were a part of.
Tony Francis’s desperation to have me declared dangerous and banged up had begun escalating out of all proportion during 1986, as described in previous posts. He was of course livid that I was complaining about what was going on in north Wales, but he will have known that Brooke was under investigation and had then been arrested. The ring in north Wales had a direct link to the ring facilitated by St George’s. After Ollie’s arrest and public disgrace, St George’s reassured the world that of course Ollie was a one-off, ‘we didn’t know’ and that such a thing could never happen again. Ollie’s mates who were facilitating the trafficking ring all remained in post in south London. To demonstrate that Heads Had Rolled, St George’s deposed the Dean and acquired a New Broom. That was Sir William Asscher, a Top Doctor, a kidney specialist, from Cardiff.
Asscher was really rated in Wales’s NHS, because he had been responsible for establishing the nephrology service across Wales, including the service at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Asscher’s kind old heart also led him to establish a kidney research charidee, which in later years evolved into a charidee which robustly supported transplant donation. Asscher’s charidee enjoyed the support of every MP for a Welsh constituency and in June 1990, while I was working at St George’s, those MPs held a bonanza on College Green to give Asscher’s charidee as much free PR as possible, after Asscher’s charidee had announced that it would be expanding its base from kidney research/services and was now going to begin campaigning on organ donation as well (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends of Cardiff North’). Three MPs who were particularly supportive of Asscher’s charidee were David Hunt, then then Secretary of State for Wales, Rhodri Morgan and Alun Michael.
It was in the summer of 1990 that Gwynedd Health Authority tried to obtain a High Court injunction which would have stopped me even writing to them in an attempt to follow up my very serious complaints. During the hearing in Cardiff, in front of Sir Justice Malcolm Pill, the court read numerous documents which detailed the most serious abuse of patients in north Wales. Gwynedd Health Authority did not get the injunction which they had requested, but Pill and every barrister made no comment at all about the catalogue of neglect and abuse of patients that was detailed in the evidence. It was Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer who was employed by the Welsh Office, who had advised Gwynedd Health Authority on applying for that injunction. When GHA didn’t obtain it, Park wrote to Lucille Hughes and the crooked lawyer Ron Evans who was employed by Gwynedd County Council, requesting that they should all ‘share information’ in order for Gwynedd Health Authority to achieve an injunction preventing me from even writing with regard to my complaints. See post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.
Many Welsh Office Ministers of varying political hues have held the seat of Cardiff North. The constituency includes affluent areas in which many NHS and Social Services staff reside who work for organisations which have been complicit with the abuse of children and vulnerable people. The MP for Cardiff North, 1997-2010, was Julie Morgan. Since 2011, the AM for Cardiff North has been, er, Julie Morgan.
Wales led the way in establishing an Office of the Children’s Commissioner and just a few years ago, Wales led the UK once more when the Welsh Gov’t became the first in the UK to adopt an ‘assumed consent’ policy for organ donation. Sir William Asscher’s proud legacy! So if you peg out in Wales, your organs will be harvested unless you have bothered to resister yourself as ‘opting out’. Because the NHS in Wales is endemically corrupt and data is routinely falsified, I’m not sure that the opt out register can be relied upon any way. It was Edwina Hart who tried to become a superstar on the back of this policy which will Save Lives. That’s the Edwina who ignored the serious crime in the NHS of which I sent her documentary evidence, crime committed by those who had been involved in the trafficking gang in north Wales. The Welsh Gov’t have shouted loudly about their flagship policy without exploring the legal and ethical implications for citizenship – if you live in Wales, your body is now the property of the state. Neither did anyone mention that the rates of organ donation were low in Wales not because patients are Selfish Bastards, but because so many people died in the sort of circumstances in which Ann Clwyd’s husband did at the University Hospital in Cardiff and the subsequent distress and bad feeling resulted in Top Doctors knowing that it would probably not be a good idea to then ask the dead person’s nearest and dearest if they could harvest the organs.
The solution? Pass a law enabling the Top Docs to remove the organs without consent and there’ll be no more problems. Perish the thought that we might start addressing the terrible care and distressing death bed scenes which still cause some relatives to cry when they remember them five years later.
When Ann Clwyd dared stand up in the Commons and gave an account of the dreadful circumstances in which her husband died in the University Hospital, Cardiff, she was roundly insulted from all angles by those who Love The NHS. Comments relating to Ann’s previous support for the Iraq War appeared on websites, along with observations about her flash car and even her expensive curtains. These matters were totally irrelevant in relation to the circumstances of her husband’s death, it still should never ever have happened. However, with reference to ‘as ye sow, so shall ye reap’, I will remind readers of the following.
Ann Clwyd was born in Denbighshire and raised in Flintshire. She was educated at Holywell Grammar School and the Queen’s School, Chester, before graduating from UCNW (Bangor University). Clwyd was a student teacher at Hope School in Flintshire, before training as a journo. She worked for BBC Wales as a studio manager and then became Welsh correspondent for ‘The Guardian’ and ‘Observer’, 1964–79. She is a member of the NUJ and TGWU. Ann first stood for election to the Commons after being encouraged to do so by Huw Thomas Edwards, trade union leader and politician, who felt that there should be more women in Parliament.
Huw T. Edwards grew up near Bangor, where his dad worked as a quarryman. Edwards and his brother worked on farms at Tal-y-Bont, which is just down the road from Bethesda, where Dafydd grew up. When still a young man, Edwards moved to Tonypandy in the south Wales coalfield. After serving in WWI, Edwards returned to what is now Gwynedd, to Penmaenmawr quarry. He joined the Workers’ Union and the ILP (Independent Labour Party). Edwards subsequently joined the Dockers’ Union in around 1920, leaving the Amalgamated Union of Quarryworkers and Steelworkers, which represented most quarry workers. Edwards was dismissed from his job at the quarry because he refused to rejoin the quarryworkers’ union after strike action. In 1923, Edwards became Secretary of the Penmaenmawr branch of the TGWU, which allowed him to meet with other union leaders. In 1927, he was elected to Penmaenmawr Council. Edwards was appointed the first Chair of the Council for Wales and Monmouthshire in 1949. He opposed the decision to flood the Tryweryn valley to create a reservoir to provide water for Liverpool. Dafydd, as a young medical student in Liverpool, was involved in the campaign against Tryweryn and in this capacity, Dafydd made links with Irish Nationalist activists (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…). At the same time, Dafydd was cultivating the friendship of corrupt English professional people in Liverpool, who later colluded with his criminality and protected him.
In 1956, Huw T. Edwards bought the Welsh-language periodical,’Y Faner’ in order to save it from liquidation. In 1958 he resigned from the Council for Wales and in 1959 he left the Labour Party to join Plaid. The people who provided lifelong protection for Dafydd and the gang were leading Plaid at that time. Huw T. Edwards returned to the Labour fold in 1965. He was the first President of the Welsh Language Society, which evolved from Saunders Lewis’s 1962 radio broadcast, ‘Tynged yr Iaith’. It was Dafydd who recorded that speech. See post ‘Tan yn Llyn’.
Huw T. Edwards married Margaret Owen, a Welsh-speaking woman from Rachub. They had known each other since Edwards was a boy, as she was his sister’s best friend. Rachub was the village in which I lived for many years, while the paedophile gang tried to set fire to my house repeatedly.
Ann Clwyd first stood for election to the Commons, unsuccessfully, in Denbigh in 1970. From 1979-84, Ann was MEP for Mid and West Wales. In May 1984, Ann was elected as the MP for Cynon Valley in south Wales, a seat she still holds. Ann was Shadow Minister of Education and Wimmin’s Rights, 1987-88, under the Windbag. The Shadow Minister for Wimmin’s Rights uttered not a word about what was happening at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh at the time and neither did the Windbag. The Windbag knew Tony Francis from their time at Cardiff University. Tony Francis was one of those who was unlawfully imprisoning wimmin in the North Wales Hospital.
Ann Clwyd was one of the female Labour politicians of her generation who were considered to be fruity, on the left and Wimmin with Radical Consciences. Others leading the field included the Baroness Windbag, another school teacher from north Wales who knew all about Dafydd and the trafficking gang and the hell hole which was the North Wales Hospital Denbigh but who said nothing.
‘We Are Wimmin, We Are Strong’
But the Windbag’s Wimmin Are Fruity!
- They were also dim, weak and hypocritical.
Furthermore, if one is going for Mainstream Fruitiness, I’m sorry to say that the Enemy could beat the Fruity Fake Feminists hands down:
Ann Clwyd was Shadow Secretary of State for Wales under John Smith, 1992-93 and Vice-Chair of the PLP, 2002-05. She was elected Chair of the PLP in May 2005, but was defeated in Dec 2006 by Tony Lloyd when she sought re-election. One reason for this was Clwyd’s chummy relationship with Miranda. Ann Clwyd served as Miranda’s Special Envoy on Human Rights in Iraq in the run up to the Iraq War.
Clwyd was a member of the Royal Commission on the NHS, 1976-79, the rigged Commission which Barbara Castle and Dr Death appointed Sir Alec Merrison to Chair. See previous posts. One reason given for this decision was that Merrison ‘was supportive of the NHS’. That cannot have been the real reason, because not only did that Royal Commission not lead a halt in NHS Top Doctors practising privately and using NHS facilities and staff for their private patients as Castle pretended that it would, but it paved the way for Thatch’s NHS ‘reforms’. Castle, Dr Death and that Commission knew that there was no way that Labour were going to win another General Election, so that Royal Commission knew that it was making things easy for Thatch. Sir Alec Merrison was not a Top Doctor himself. He was a nuclear physicist who knew what had been concealed at Windscale in 1957. Dafydd had worked at Windscale before going to Liverpool to study medicine and he too knew what had been concealed at Windscale and made very good use of his knowledge of the slurry pit which engulfed those in the highest echelons of Gov’t. See post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’.
Ann Clwyd became a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards, an organisation containing many paedophiles’ friends, in 1991, just as the North Wales Police launched their investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales/Cheshire. She is an Honorary Fellow of Bangor University and was awarded an honorary degree by NEWI. NEWI became Glyndwr University and throbs with paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!). NEWI was previously Cartfrefle College and in that incarnation it handed out social work certificates and other qualifications to members of Dafydd’s gang for many years. Staff at Cartfrefle College were known to be identifying potential whistleblowers and contacting Lucille Hughes and Nefyn Dodd to raise the alarm when they had identified them. This is true of many institutions which are ‘training professionals’ but Cartrefle were more blatant and unprofessional about it than most. Standards at Cartrefle College were laughable. When Cartrefle evolved into NEWI and then Glyndwr University, the paedophiles’ friends simply stayed on board, some of them climbing higher within the institution and even joining the governing body (see previous posts). Ann Clwyd also holds an honorary doctorate of laws from Trinity College, Carmarthen, which employed and trained many a paedophiles’ friend and in the case of John Owen, the drama teacher and writer employed by Mid-Glamorgan County Council as well as S4C, a paedophile as well (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). John Owen was found dead days before his trial in 2001 for sexual assaults on his pupils. It was revealed after Owen’s death that his school, Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen, Mid-Glamorgan County Council and the WJEC exam board concealed complaints about him abusing pupils. Owen’s colleagues and friends, including those employed in education, media and the arts, later admitted that they knew that he was abusing young people.
Ann was a Member of the Arts Council, 1975–79 and the Vice Chair of the Welsh Arts Council 1975–97. Owen Smith’s dad Dai Smith was appointed Chair of the Welsh Arts Council in 2007, but Dai had already been involved with the organisation for many years.
Ann Clwyd was the MP who supported the Female Genital Mutilation Bill, to prohibit parents from sending, or taking, their daughters abroad for operations such as female circumcision. FGM was outlawed in the UK in 1985. At the time, it was admitted that most FGM in the UK was carried out in Harley Street and that was why it was outlawed. The Top Doctors continued to perform FGM and when I worked at St George’s Hospital in 1989, I was told by one gynaecologist that his friend in Harley Street was performing FGM. I reminded him that it was illegal and I was told by him and a medical researcher that it was better that it was done in Harley Street than by ‘an old woman in an African village with a razor blade which has been sterilised by dipping it in cow shit’. Whether the Old Ratbags in African villages who spend their days slicing through children’s genitalia with razor blades do dip their razor blades in cow shit beforehand I have no idea, but my point that those in Harley Street charging a great deal of money for performing FGM were breaking the law was ignored.
No-one now talks about Top Doctors performing FGM although they are still doing this. These days it’s all a matter of Prosecuting Somalis Because We Know What They Do. With their habits of scurrying about fully veiled and not having much money. There has been only one prosecution brought in the UK re FGM, not so long ago. It was of a Top Doctor at the Whittington Hospital in London. The jury cleared him because they did not understand what he had done. The Top Doc told them that he had performed a repair after childbirth. Which is exactly what some of the Top Docs at St George’s did when infibulated women gave birth when I worked there, 1989-91. The ‘repair’ means that they reverse the surgery that has had to be performed in order to allow the woman to give birth. They did not do this because they, the Top Docs, wanted to do it. They did this because the women asked them to do it. Adult women, with full capacity, asked them to. Those women do not want to be told by Milli Tant and her friends what to do with their own bodies. Neither did Milli Tant et al ever bother to discuss the matter with the women concerned to gain one ounce of understanding about what was happening and why.
So Another Law was passed, by Ann Clwyd et al. A law which has resulted in the stigmatisation and criminalisation of certain groups, particularly low income Somalis, who have been ignored when they have tried to explain that the practice has almost died out and that er no, most of us don’t do this anymore. Because there has been so few Prosecutions, there have been suggestions that the examinations of the genitalia of female children from certain ethnic groups should be Compulsory because they are At Risk of FGM.
Anyone for preventing child sexual abuse?
Another problem. Many Angels and midwives have admitted that they cannot tell if a young girl has undergone FGM or not. This had led to false accusations against innocent families.
So legislating against FGM has worked really well hasn’t it. Go to Harley Street Ann and take a look at who is going into the consulting rooms of the gynaecologists there. Their patients include very rich women, sometimes Royal women, from regions such as the Middle East. Some of them are girls/very young women. Now what do you think they are going in there for? To receive a prescription for the contraceptive pill to empower them to explore their sexual needs? No, that’s what the girls in care in north Wales got from the Top Docs of Gwynedd and Clwyd, to enable them to be shagged by anyone without the embarrassment of girls in care constantly becoming pregnant, which was quite a problem.
In 1963, Ann married Owen Dryhurst Roberts, a TV executive, who pioneered Welsh language TV. Owen grew up in Newborough on Anglesey, where hid dad was Head of the village school. Owen attended Llangefni Grammar School and from there went on to Jesus College, Oxford, where he was a leading light in the Dafydd ap Gwilym Society, which was popular among people who later became Senior Paedophiles’ Friends. After graduation, Owen joined Television Wales and the West (TWW) after being recruited by Lord Wyn Roberts, Thatcher’s mate, who spent his whole career in the media and then in the Tory Party protecting Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Wyn Roberts was one of the first paedophiles’ friends who learnt what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al and who colluded with them. For years Wyn Roberts worked as a Minister in the utterly corrupt Welsh Office, while those within lied, perjured, fabricated documents and destroyed evidence relating to the very serious criminality in north Wales as well of course as the related gangs in other parts of Wales. Much of this was planned and co-ordinated by Andrew Park, the corrupt solicitor who worked for the Welsh Office (see previous posts) when Wyn Roberts was a Minister.
By 1970, Owen Roberts was Head of News at HTV Wales; in 1972, he became Head of News and Current Affairs at BBC Wales and then Assistant Head of Programmes. Owen Roberts subsequently occupied senior roles at S4C.
Throughout Owen Roberts’ time in news broadcasting, there were complaints that he concentrated on trivial news items.
Owen’s home village of Newborough is heavily stigmatised by those who are not plebs. There are a lot of people on low incomes there, these days a lot of drugs are flying around and I have heard school teachers who teach those kids making jokes about the ‘inbred’ kids of Newborough. Owen’s dad will probably have been one of those who quipped about the inbreds whom he taught.
In a previous post, I mentioned that when I lived at Malltraeth in 1999 – the next village along from Newborough – I was assaulted by chavs and the police refused to investigate. The assault happened in Newborough. Further along from Newborough village, there is a big area of spectacular sand dunes, Newborough Warren. Newborough Warren is a popular walking and picnicking area for people rather more affluent than the residents of Newborough and the car park and picnic area is plastered in notices warning motorists to lock their cars because thieves operate in that area. I know who those thieves were/are. They are Dafydd’s ‘substance abuse’ patients. When I told one Angel who worked with the substance abuse team based at Llangefni – Dafydd lives at Talwrn, about two/three miles away – that I liked going to Newborough dunes now that I had acquired a car, he cheerily said ‘oh do be very careful, our addicts are always down there breaking into the cars’. He was particularly concerned because on of ‘their addicts’ had carried out a very serious assault on a walker at Newborough Warren.
In north Wales, the mental health ‘service’ was one which committed perjury to imprison patients who had made serious complaint, yet protected and colluded with addicts who were involved with serious crime. As long as the addicts were ‘our patients’. I was told constantly by Angels that there had been many complaints about Dafydd, but he ‘really looked after his addicts’. Indeed he did, he flogged them drugs, wrote them favourable court reports if they did ever get arrested and if necessary, encouraged them to assault other Empowered Service Users who had complained about him.
Now Jeff Crowther, Sian Williamson and John Sims, who knew that Dafydd was doing this, perhaps you’d like to provide the names and details of the various addicts, sex offenders and other nasties who targeted me when I failed to succumb to the threats of the Top Doctors regarding the necessity of me withdrawing my complaints and keeping quiet. By the way, do any of you know who really set fire to the house in Gray Street, Carneddi in the mid-1980s, for which a hippy with a penchant for cannabis and shrooms was arrested, imprisoned and then ruined by Dafydd and the gang, after he told a few too many people that he knew that the kids in Ty Newydd children’s home were being abused by social workers?
Owen Roberts, like Ann Clwyd, kept completely silent about Dafydd, Denbigh and the gang, until in 1992 and then again, after the Jillings Report in 1996, when Ann Clwyd did try and ask questions and elicit a discussion in the Commons about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal but was silenced by the Speaker Betty Boothroyd (see post ‘The Aftermath Of The Jillings Report – In Parliament ‘). In previous posts, I have blogged my appreciation for Ann having tried to elicit the debate. I was rash enough to describe Ann’s record on the matter of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal as ‘impeccable’. I do apologise for that, I was deceived. Ann did try to have the matter discussed in the House, but she waited a very, very long time before mentioning a word about Dafydd and the gang, although she knew all about them decades ago, as did her husband. She subsequently knew about Mary Wynch, about Alison Taylor and me. She said nothing.
They were murdering witnesses Ann and you remained silent until Feb 1992, when you did try to raise the matter in the Commons, but were blocked by the Speaker Bernard Weatherill. See post ‘The Aftermath Of The Jillings Report – In Parliament’.
After the Jillings Report, every Right Thinking MP expressed their Horror and there was a great deal of We Didn’t Know. In March 1996, there was a flurry of Early Day Motion’s sponsored by MPs who most definitely already knew what had been happening in north Wales, namely Martyn Jones, the Labour MP for Clwyd South and a man called Rhodri Morgan. I recommend readers to return to my post ‘The Aftermath of The Jillings Report – In Parliament’ and read the wording of Rhodri’s EDMs. Oh it’ll bring tears to your eyes, Rhodri was appalled to have learned of the abuse of children in north Wales. He and Julie probably had to cancel a few drinking sessions with the Top Doctors in the wake of that and famille Windbag will have pretended that they’d never met Tony Francis.
Take a look at those who signed the EDMs. The signatures are a roll call of the paedophiles’ friends…
Since that flurry of activity in the House in 1996, Ann Clwyd has been vocal with regard to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. She made public that she had been told by some men who were former kids in care in north Wales that the most terrible abuse had gone on, including bestiality. However Ann only seemed to discuss what happened to the boys in the children’s homes in north Wales. That was indeed worth discussing, because Dafydd’s gang specialised in abusing boys and forcing them into sex work as rent boys, it was their big money spinner.
However, Dafydd and the trafficking ring also targeted girls and young women and it was they who were unlawfully banged up in Denbigh if they refused the wonderful offers of Dafydd and the gang, as I did. Girls – including those being raped or sexually exploited while they were ‘in care’ or at the hands of the likes of Dafydd – and women were also banged up in Denbigh if they had a pregnancy which was inconvenient to somebody else or if somebody other than the mother of the baby wanted that baby and the mother wanted to keep the baby. Previous posts have described how babies of women who were banged up in Denbigh disappeared in great numbers. Some were abducted, but I am sure that some were killed. Furthermore, throughout the 1980s, as I have previously explained, the cartel of Top Doctors across north Wales co-ordinated so as to make it impossible for women to get abortions on the NHS. However, referrals to a private clinic in Chester were available to any women who asked, as long as they had the dosh to pay for one. Women who did not stump up the dosh for the Chester clinic were told that if they wanted an abortion on the NHS, they would have to go to Denbigh, where they would be ‘assessed’ by dear old Dafydd. No-one told them that they still wouldn’t be given an abortion, but I’m sure that Dafydd had a great time ‘assessing’ them. There was also an illegal abortionist at work in north Wales who was providing the abortions for the women who didn’t have the dosh for Chester and who knew about the ‘being assessed by Dafydd’ con and were certainly not going to say yes to that. Amazingly enough, I never found out who this was, I suspect because of the trail of crap emanating from it which had to be concealed – the very serious injuries or even dead women – will have involved so much more wrongdoing on the part of the Usual Suspects that there was an even bigger wall of silence around that. The Angels and midwives of north Wales know though. See post ‘Tan yn Llyn’.
Ann and the Sisters mentioned not a word about this to anyone when they should have been yelling about it from the rooftops.
One of the Wimmin of Wales who almost certainly knew who the abortionist(s) in north Wales were was Val Feld. Val Feld was born in Bangor and her dad was a dentist. The Top Docs and dentists were good mates in north Wales, Val’s dad will have been a pal of Dafydd, Gwynne et al. Val wasn’t in any danger from Dafydd, she was packed off to boarding school at Malvern. Val worked as a journalist in London and in then in housing advice in Lancashire. She became a local Labour councillor in Chorley, Lancashire, and worked as a social worker. In 1981, Val returned to Wales, founding and becoming the first Director of Shelter Cymru. In her spare time she studied for an MA at Cardiff University and in 1989 was appointed head of the Equal Opportunities Commission for Wales. She held the post for ten years, until her election as AM for Swansea East in 1999. The colluding old cow snuffed it in 2001, just after the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Her sad early death – although not as sad and as premature as the deaths of Dafydd’s victims who were found dead in Risley Remand Centre when they were still in their teens – was mourned by Rhodri as well as the Wimmin. Rhodri stated that: ‘I believe I speak for the whole of Wales when I say that the death of Val Feld is a grievous blow for us all.’
No Rhodri, you did not speak for the whole of Wales, you spoke for the privileged troughers such as yourself who built careers on the bodies of those in north Wales who were found dead, about whom you and the Wimmin didn’t give a stuff.
Jane Hutt was so traumatised at the possibility that Val Feld might disappear from the history books and her enormous achievements would go unrecognised that last year Jane demanded that a plaque be erected on the wall of the Senedd, to commemorate Val:
Someone else who knew who the abortionist in north Wales was and almost certainly knows what happened to the babies born in Denbigh is Ella Fisk, a former senior Angel at the Hergest Unit. Before she trained as a psych Angel, Ella was a midwife and at one point Ella worked in midwifery in Chester. Wimmin who had money – like Val and her mates – who lived in north Wales just had to wave the dosh and they’d be referred to a private clinic in Chester if they wanted an abortion. I presume that there was a business arrangement between the traffickers of north Wales and their branch in Chester and I bet that Ella and every other midwife in Chester knew the details of that arrangement. The power base of Dafydd’s gang was located in Chester, the home of Sir Peter Morrison, the home of all those bent lawyers and judges and just down the road was the Duke of Westminster…
I don’t think that Ella would have ever abused patients herself – she never did at the Hergest Unit, we liked Ella, but she was ruthlessly used by the gang of whom I imagine she was so afraid that she took orders from them. Ella knew what Dafydd et al were doing because we told her.
Having been allowed to do whatever they wanted to the dispossessed throughout their entire careers, in the end, the Top Doctors and Angels came for Ann Clwyd and her husband.
Owen Roberts died in utterly degrading circumstances in UHC in 2012. Ann was deeply distressed, she rightly kicked up one hell of a stink and was roundly denounced for Talking Down The NHS. It is standard practice, if one Talks Down The NHS, to be subjected to a vicious personal character assassination from multiple angles.
In 2013, after the Stafford Inquiry Report, Ann was appointed by Cameron to advise on complaint handling in the NHS. I wrote to Ann about the dreadful state of the NHS and she wrote me a nice e mail back. I was grateful Ann, but they had tried to kill Brown and me years ago and just two years after you were elected and were doing your best Milli Tant bit, they killed my closest female friend from Bangor. They also made damn sure that the newborn baby of another close friend of mine who was a witness didn’t survive.
The old lefties used to be keen on quoting the following classic:
First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out –
Because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out –
Because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out –
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me.
The old lefties sent each other cards with this printed upon them, they quoted it in political speeches and used it in their publications. While they ignored everything that was happening to us in north Wales, even when people like Mary, Alison and me, who were articulate, well-educated and had witnessed events at first hand, wrote and wrote and wrote and produced heaps of evidence and witness accounts.
By the time that they came for Owen Roberts there was no-one left to speak for him. Ann did and was trashed.
So Cameron, to show his Commitment, appointed Ann to act as his NHS complaints adviser. The Cameron who’s Gov’t repeatedly attacked the ‘Welsh NHS’, the Cameron who popped over to Wales and told the world that he ‘didn’t like what I saw’. The Cameron who’s senior colleagues and political mentors were every bit as responsible for the carnage in north Wales as were the Windbag, Ann Clwyd etc. They all knew what was happening in north Wales and in the areas where the linked gangs were operating and they stood back and let it happen. When Mary, Alison and I were making a racket, Thatcher was in Gov’t. In north Wales/Cheshire, it was Thatcher’s personal friend and Minister, Sir Peter Morrison, who was the Big Cheese who was deemed to be worthy of such protection that the gang murdered witnesses. Then there was Jimmy Savile, another friend of Thatch’s, who was involved with Dafydd’s gang.
Morrison and Savile were protected because of their Royal connections/friendships, as described in previous posts. When Cameron decided that he fancied being leader of the Tories, there was that phone call from an unidentified person in Buck House, informing the appropriate senior Tony that they were about to meet ‘a most remarkable young man’.
Once Cameron and Sam – famed for that tattoo of a dolphin on her ankle which resulted from a particularly wild moment when she was at Art School at Bristol Poly and her stunning abilities at designing expensive notepaper – were safely in the bunker at No 10, Debbo the Duchess of Devonshire was telling the journos from the broadsheets who conducted ingratiating interviews with her that Sam and Cam were doing ‘an awfully good job don’t you think?’
Debbo was of the finest bloodstock, being one of the Mitford sisters. Like Sam of the empty head and dolphin tattoo, Debbo had loads of aristocratic relatives (see previous posts). One of her daughters married the son of the man who owned Mustique when Princess Margaret and Roddy Llewellyn cavorted and snorted there at the taxpayers expense in the late 1970s and another daughter married Sir Peter Morrison’s nephew.
I do not know why Ann Clwyd agreed to act as Cameron’s adviser. Although Cameron paid lip-service to problems in the NHS in England, he constructed the whole situation as being a problem which largely affected Wales and it’s left-leaning NHS, which had so foolishly not embraced PFI and private medicine to the extent that it should. Not a mention that Ken Clarke, as a Tory Health Minister and then Health Secretary, had, when Cameron was young and getting pissed with Michael Heseltine’s daughter and other Champagne Charlies (see post ‘Tan yn Llyn’), done a sordid deal with Carlo’s mate the Duke of Westminster, to conceal the patient harm and trafficking ring being facilitated by St George’s Hospital. This not only left the agents of serious organised crime running a leading London teaching hospital, but also resulted in the Duke of Westminster (then the richest man in Britain) being allowed to buy the old St George’s building at Hyde Park Corner, a piece of prime Knightsbridge real estate worth many millions, for £6000. It is now the grandest, most expensive crash pad in London – the Lanesborough Hotel. See previous posts.
The roots of the problems in the NHS in Wales lay not with a bunch of lefties – although their weakness and utter lack of integrity certainly did not help – but with Thatcher’s Gov’t, who knew what Morrison, Savile and their associates, including their associates in Royal places, were doing; instead of stopping it, they used the security services and full forces of the British state to silence and even try and kill those of us who would not keep quiet.
It was a political decision Dave. Because the right of Peter Morrison – a member of White’s club when your old dad was responsible for the membership of that establishment – to have sex with young boys who did not want to have sex with him, was considered a higher priority than our lives.
Furthermore, although the Mid-Staffs Scandal may have blown up on the watch of the New Labour Gov’t and while Alan Johnson and Andy Burnham did themselves no favours at all by refusing over 80 requests to hold a Public Inquiry as the death rates soared, I know when things began to go wrong at Mid-Staffs, because it was recorded in Hansard. It was under Thatcher. By the time that John Major was PM, there were questions in the House concerning the by then very worrying state of the NHS in Staffordshire and Major flatly refused to investigate. Why were there such problems in the NHS in Staffordshire? Er – it was because there was a big trafficking gang operating in the region, which was being concealed by the NHS, the Social Services, Keele University and the West Midland Serious Crime Squad. The child abuse prevailing in Staffordshire did become public in the 1980s and resulted in the Staffordshire Pindown Inquiry. The subsequent Report admitted that there was a problem, but concealed the extent of it and the authors certainly never fessed up that, as in north Wales, the infrastructure of the whole region, including the NHS, had colluded with it.
The Inquiry into Pindown was Commissioned by Thatch’s Gov’t. The Co-Chairs of the whitewash were Allan Levy QC, a corrupt lawyer who had concealed child abuse (see previous posts) and Barbara Kahan. Barbara Kahan had worked for many years in a senior role in Oxfordshire Children’s Services. Babs and her husband, child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Kahan, concealed organised abuse in the Oxford area and then when Babs was appointed as a Gov’t adviser re Children’s Social Work, she concealed organised trafficking across the whole of the UK. The person who first appointed Babs as a Gov’t adviser – back in the days of Heath’s Gov’t – was Sir Keith Joseph, the man whom Thatch considered her political mentor, the man said to have ‘invented’ Thatcherism and who was a key member of her Gov’t. Babs dispensed wisdom to Gov’ts throughout the 1970s and 80s, working with some notorious paedophiles while doing so. See post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’.
Not only did Call Me Dave’s dad know Peter Morrison, but Call Me Dave’s mum probably knew Barbara Kahan as well, because Dave’s mum served as a magistrate in Oxford, the site of the organised abuse which was concealed by Babs for years. The Kahans were based in Oxford. I have never spoken to anyone who knows Mrs Cameron, but I was friendly with the sister of a clinical psychologist based in Oxford, who told me some five years ago that abuse was being concealed by all agencies there. Just before that, I met a young man who’s family lived in Oxfordshire and who’s sister was involved with a charity for young people and she knew about the organised abuse as well. Furthermore, her charity had invited the local MP, a man called David Cameron, to an event held by her charity. She was gobsmacked to find that after the event, Dave had used the work of the charity as an example of the Gov’ts investment in Social Services. The charity had not received one penny from the Social Services or Gov’t. The young man who told me this said that he wanted to see a media article expose it all, under the headline ‘Cameron – The Liar’.
The media wouldn’t publish Cameron’s lies about organised trafficking and the NHS, they were never going to publish that.
Have this one on me! My informant will know who he is if he is reading this blog…
Who Chaired the Inquiry into the Mid-Staffs NHS Scandal? One Sir Robert Francis QC. Sir Robert was the MDU barrister who acted for the Drs Francis in 1991 when they attempted to have me imprisoned on the basis of their perjury. The MDU, the MDU solicitors Hempsons and specifically the Hempsons solicitor Ann Ball and Sir Robert Francis all knew that the Drs Francis had perjured themselves. I was not imprisoned, but there was no investigation into the perjury. See post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC.’
Sounds like another great big Eton mess…
P.S. Dave and Sam: Lest you believe that I am some sort of Deirdre Spart of the Neasdon South London Greenham Poly for Wimmin, who’s ‘alternative voice’ columns for ‘Private Eye’ were so loved back in the 1980s, I am not. I do not have a problem with you being posh, enjoying yourselves or even Sam being a bit dim and designing expensive notepaper. What I do have a very big problem with is your arrogance and you rigging the machinery of Gov’t so that it served you and your mates and shafted everyone else. Furthermore, when you were given the opportunity to shed light on the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal years after so many got away with so much and died in luxury while the bodies of their victims remain secreted in the grounds of the North Wales Hospital, you and Theresa once more ensured that there was yet another cover-up. They were my friends you bastard and their bodies have not yet been recovered.
Is it possible that Ann Clwyd accepted Cameron’s offer of an adviser’s role because of the rapidly escalating shit storm in north Wales, involving one Sally Baker and her friends, which by that time had resulted in armed police threatening a witness in his own home, days before he was told by Dyfed Edwards, the leader of Gwynedd County Council, that we weren’t going to ‘win this’, that the Chair and Chief Executive of the newly formed Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, Merfyn Jones and Mary Burrows, who were desperately trying to confront the paedophile gang still running amok, were going to ‘lose’ and be ‘taken out’ no less and when they did ‘lose’, our lives weren’t going to be worth living?
The Betsi Board had succeeded the North West Wales NHS Trust, which became such an embarrassment that even the Welsh Gov’t had to dissolve it. The Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust was Elfed Roberts, who had previously been a senior officer in the North Wales Police. Elfed had been obliged to leave the force after allegations of serious corruption. So Rhodri gave him a job as Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust, which meant that Elfed had an automatic seat on the Council of Bangor University. The VC at the time was Merfyn Jones. While Merfyn was VC, his wife died after the paedophiles’ friends who ran and staffed The Walton Centre found that they could do nothing for her tch tch. I worked at Bangor University while Elfed was Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust. During that time, I was threatened and abused by NHS/Social Services staff, I was repeatedly unlawfully arrested and I was unlawfully refused all NHS care. Every time that I attempted to access NHS treatment, I was greeted by Angels screaming at me to get out or they’d call the police and making false allegation that I’d abused and threatened them. CCTV which recorded Angels doing this was destroyed on the orders of Martin Jones, the Chief Executive of the NW Wales NHS Trust, after my lawyer requested it. See previous posts.
The harassment was so severe that I began carrying a voice recorder at all time – as did at least one other witness who was being threatened and refused NHS care unlawfully. The other person concealed his voice recorder, but I decided to inform NHS staff that I was recording them, lest that was then used as further evidence of my wicked ways – OOH she secretly recorded us.
On one occasion, I rang Ysbyty Gwynedd A& E seeking help. I was insulted and threatened by a Senior Angel, Stephen Gallagher and his sidekick, Angel Andrew Parry and told that I would not be treated if I arrived at the hospital. The phone was repeatedly slammed down on me as I rang again and again seeking advice. I rang a friend who rang the hospital herself to explain that she was worried about me. She too was insulted and abused. She explained that she had recently lost a daughter to suicide and could not believe that someone in distress was being unlawfully refused NHS care. Gallagher told her to stop ‘manipulating’ him. She revealed that she was a member of staff at Ysbyty Gwynedd who was appalled at what was going on and would blow the whistle on this. Stephen Gallagher, the Senior Angel, told her that she would be sacked if she did. She told Gallagher that she ‘didn’t give a shit’ if she was, she would be raising her concerns. Gallagher told her that she was now abusing him and he would report the matter. I was refused all NHS care that evening and told that if I arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd I would be arrested.
This happened in 2008, on the 60th anniversary of the establishment of the NHS. The Welsh Gov’t celebrated that anniversary on the day that I and my friend received so much grief from the Angels of Ysbyty Gwynedd. The Welsh Gov’t had ignored all previous concerns of mine and the events of that day were never investigated either. I later learned that Gallagher had previously been subjected to disciplinary action after a Top Doctor complained about him and a note had been placed on his file stating that his integrity and competence could not be relied upon.
When my friend arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd for work the following morning, she was greeted by a posse of senior managers, who accused her of ‘plotting’ with me to ‘get at’ Elfed and Martin. She was subjected to a full scale interrogation.
The evening before, Gallagher had told my friend that it had been recorded on my file that I was a danger to staff and was not to be treated but was to be arrested if I arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd. So the following day, I went to the A&E at Ysbyty Gwynedd, with my voice recorder, told them that I was recording the conversation and asked for copies of the documentation which stated that I was dangerous and was to be refused treatment and arrested if I arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd. I was told that no such documentation existed. I repeated what my friend had told me the previous evening. A Top Doctor emerged from an office, shrilling that no such documentation existed, I had never been refused treatment and never would be, everyone Wanted To Help. As she shrieked at me, I witnessed Elfed Roberts leaving the building at high speed before driving away in his penismobile. Before Elfed reached his penismobile, I left the A&E building and headed towards him with the voice recorder. The Top Doctor ran after me yelling that she was here to help, I had not been refused treatment, never would be and no documentation ordering that existed.
Just before all this went on, I was told by a senior colleague that Martin Jones had sent copies of confidential NHS records concerning me to the authorities at Bangor University. I don’t know if Martin sent them to Merfyn the VC or to Dr David Roberts the Registrar, I wasn’t told and I didn’t ask. I was told that the University were deeply embarrassed and were pretty horrified that Martin had felt able to do this. I was asked if I would be happy not to make a formal complaint but to let the University reply to Martin informing him that they could not be in receipt of such documentation. I was told that the excuse that Martin had used to send the documentation was to complain about me using my Bangor University e mail address to e mail an attachment to the Trust, which was a formal letter of complaint. The University asked me if I could set up a different e mail account to communicate with the Trust so that Martin would never have an excuse to do this again. I was happy to do that.
So as Elfed got into his penismobile and the Top Doctor stood in front of me shrieking that I’d never been refused NHS treatment, I switched off my recorder – for her sake actually – and told her that Martin had sent confidential information about me to the University authorities and was attempting to lean on the VC. I then left the grounds of Ysbyty Gwynedd.
Within two days, Martin was firing off furious letters to all and sundry, including to me and to the senior managers of Bangor University. Martin wrote a fuming account regarding me, my voice recorder and carefully explained that before leaving the hospital, I had turned the voice recorder off and told the Top Doc that Martin had been trying to lean on the VC.
My lawyers eventually obtained copies of the documentation that we were told by the Top Doc didn’t exist. It stated that I was a danger to NHS staff and if I turned up at Ysbyty Gwynedd, I was indeed to be arrested.
I recognised the Top Doc who had lied her arse off when she told me that no such documentation existed. She was the A&E consultant, Dr Vanessa Poeppinghaus. I had first met her many years before in Dec 1991. I had left St George’s earlier that year, was back living in Rachub and Tony and Sadie Francis’s repeated attempts to imprison me on the basis of their perjury had failed. I did not have access to my records in those days, so I had no idea how hard the Francis’s had been working to try and bring this about, how much perjury had been committed and how many people had colluded, in north Wales, London and elsewhere. I had been told by GPs, my then solicitor Alwyn Jones and an ‘independent second opinion’, Dr David Mawson, that Tony and Sadie had genuinely been frightened of me, that it had all been a terrible misunderstanding, that everyone wanted peace to break out and that Gwynedd health Authority wanted to offer me care for what was by then a serious bout of depression. I had no idea that Alwyn was on board with Dafydd’s gang – I only discovered that in the last couple of weeks – and I didn’t know that David Mawson was either (see post ‘Doctors Who Disappeared From The Medical Register’). I wrote to the Francis’s and told them that I really was very sorry that they had ever believed that I was any sort of danger to them. I went to see them and they gave every impression of accepting my apology, making friends with me and told me that they would like to offer me a ‘service’ and we could just put everything else behind us.
Records in my possession show that it was an elaborate trap, set up for Gwynedd Health Authority to be seen to be ‘caring’ for me. There is a letter among my records signed by Alun Davies, the NHS manager, which was CCd to a number of other GHA senior staff, telling them that it was very useful that I’d agreed to see Tony Francis, because if the Health Authority were seen to be taking a ‘caring’ attitude (Davies put the word in inverted commas), towards me, they would have more chance of securing a conviction ‘the next time that we prosecute her’. There were indeed a number of prosecutions over the following years, accompanied by explanations of how hard they had all tried and how caring the Top Docs had been towards me, but really a secure mental hospital was now the only option…
Not long after the ‘peacemaking’, I was admitted to the old psychiatric ward, Seiriol Ward, in Ysbyty Gwynedd – the building of the Hergest Unit had not yet been completed – for serious depression, under the care of Tony Francis. The North Wales Police investigation into the abuse of kids in care had begun but I was barely aware of that. The paedophile gang had also geared up to do battle at UCNW, the battle in which the gang was ably assisted by ‘The Guardian’and involved fallacious allegations of anti-Welsh racism against the senior sociologist Graham Day and in which the lady who later married Merfyn was used as a football. See post ‘Badlands’. Merfyn’s wife died years later when I was working in the School of Social Sciences as a sociologist after Dafydd’s mates at The Walton Centre found that there was just no treatment for her…
I had been admitted to Seiriol Ward some time before Christmas 1991 and Brown was coming up to spend Christmas at my house, so it was arranged with Tony Francis that I’d spend Christmas at home with Brown. Brown arrived, collected me and we went back to Rachub. The next morning, I woke to find Brown groaning on the floor, asking me to call an ambulance because he was in agony, couldn’t move and thought that an organ must have ruptured. I went next door to the neighbours to borrow their phone, they came over to help and we waited for the ambulance. It didn’t hurry itself, although my neighbours and I had explained that whatever was wrong with Brown, it was nasty. After a long while the ambulance arrived. It wasn’t the sort of full blown ambulance equipped for people who needed lifting and stretchering, it was a sort of sub-ambulance for ferrying elderly people to hospital appointments. The ambulance man – there was only one of them – came in and told Brown that he could get into the ambulance. Brown explained that he was in so much pain that he couldn’t move and asked if he had a stretcher. No. Neither was the ambulance man going to ring for back up. Brown had to get up off his bed (or actually the floor) and walk outside into the ambulance. After a saga which involved my neighbours and I – not the ambulance man, he stood by watching – we got Brown into the ambulance. We arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd. No real help to move Brown, although this time a wheelchair appeared. As soon as we got into A&E an Angel prioritised Brown, because he was in a worse state that anyone else. Then the Top Doc arrived. It was Vanessa Poeppinghaus. I didn’t know her, but I knew someone who did, so I knew of her. She prodded Brown about a bit and after she finished I said ‘so what’s wrong with him then?’ Vanessa gave me a big grin and said ‘I have no idea.’ So I asked if they were going to open him up. She said ‘ooh no that’s the last thing that we’ll do’ and buggered off. We stated in A&E for the next three hours. After two hours Brown was still in agony so Brown, for the one and only time in his life, asked for opiate painkillers.Vanessa told Brown that he couldn’t have any pain relief until another Top Doc had seen him. So we carried on waiting. After we had waited three hours, another Top Doc arrived. He asked Brown what the pain felt like, Brown said exactly what he had said to Vanessa and the Top Doc said immediately ‘kidney stone, give him lots of pethidine and admit him to the ward.’ The Top Doc disappeared.
Vanessa reappeared. Brown did not get lots of pethidine. He didn’t get sufficient to even touch the pain and that was obvious. Vanessa stayed nearby shrieking at Angels not to give anymore pain relief. After a long wait Brown was given a very bumpy ride up to the kidney ward. Where he received no pain relief and no treatment. The next day – Christmas Day – Brown passed the kidney stone, 18th century style.
After Christmas, I discussed kidney stones with the Angels on Seiriol Ward. One Angel, John Thomas, told me that kidney stones are known to be agony, that his wife had one and the Angels ensured that she had plenty of opiates. Medical textbooks that we consulted after Brown had the Vanessa Poeppinghaus Experience all said the same thing – very painful, generous amounts of pethidine, as the patient needs.
The kidney service at Ysbyty Gwynedd responsible for Brown having, er, no treatment was the flagship service which had been not so long ago established by paedophiles’ friend Sir William Asscher, who was by then the Dean of St George’s. Just one year before Brown was clobbered with that kidney stone, Asscher had been very busy indeed, along with his staff, forcing me out of my job and then colluding with Dafydd, the Drs Francis and Lucille Hughes in the series of attempts to have me imprisoned on the basis of their extensive perjury. See previous posts.
I have been told that Vanessa Poeppinghaus had been informed of who her patient was; the man who had raised his concerns over the past few years at events in north Wales and who had heard the phone calls during which Dafydd had tried to threaten and then bribe me into dropping my complaints and who had written to Gwynedd Health Authority about that as well.
This was not a one off. Years later I knew another Hergest Unit patient who had as much trouble with the gang as I did and was also eventually unlawfully refused all NHS treatment. He too had a kidney stone – when he was actually an in-patient at Hergest. His requests for medical help were met with Angels telling him to go and lie on his bed and be quiet. He too eventually piddled out a kidney stone many hours later. No pain relief, not even a cursory examination of any type.
I know of many other examples of people who have spilt the pints of the paedophiles who have subsequently found themselves denied healthcare, even in life-threatening situations and have detailed a few such cases in previous posts.
I knew one man who lived near Bethesda who’s mum killed herself when he was in infancy; his dad didn’t do a very good job of looking after him and other people told me that as a child, in the 1970s, he lived rough and scavenged for food in bins. Gwynedd Social Services were nowhere to be seen. As an adult, this man developed a very serious alcohol problem and as is often the case, after a drinking session he would get incredibly depressed; all Top Doctors know that alcohol is a depressant. After he got married, this man’s wife got very worried about his drinking and his depression and after much badgering on her part he went to Bethesda surgery and asked for help with his ‘nerves’. He was given a prescription for valium and no follow up appointment. Some weeks later, he arrived at my house pissed and caused much trouble, but didn’t damage anyone or anything. The next day he arrived in tears and said that he was really very sorry, but his drinking and depression was completely out of hand. I rang Bethesda Police Station and told them that I was concerned about this man, who was out of hand when drunk but clearly was very distressed. They offered to come over and arrest the ‘fat bastard’ for me. I told them that the last thing that the fat bastard needed was arresting. They told me that there was nothing that they could do then and put the phone down on me.
At the time, Dafydd was the ‘drugs and alcohol specialist’ for north Wales and was regularly appearing on TV and in the press, proffering his expert opinion and being robustly promoted in this capacity.
Vanessa Poeppinghaus herself has been in receipt of much NHS care, very expensive care as well, indeed so much care that Vanessa was featured on the TV! Because Vanessa, a few years after Brown’s encounter with her, had a multiple organ transplant! Bugger me if Vanessa wasn’t one of the first people to have one, a Brave Young Life Saver Herself Who Cared and of course who just wanted to Get Back To Work And Help Patients after her pioneering op! My God, Vanessa’s multiple organ transplant did wonders for that scandal ridden trafficking gang in north Wales and their Ysbyty Gwynedd with some of the worst clinical outcomes in the UK.
The Medical Miracle that was Vanessa continued. Within a few short years, Vanessa’s Wedding was headline news! Brave Vanessa was still alive! Soon after the Wedding, Vanessa Opened Her Heart to the media once more and explained that she Wanted Babies! She bloody well got them as well. Vanessa the Medical Miracle was soon being touted as I think it was the first recipient of a multiple organ transplant to Have Babies.
Goodness knows how much of this was true, yes the sadistic bitch did stay alive and she did have children, but knowing that lot I would not be in the least surprised if there had been a few porkies and a bit of research fraud along the way, because my God did that trafficking gang need a bit of good PR on many occasions. I seem to remember that Vanessa’s Multiple Miracles occurred in conjunction with King’s College London.
Vanessa is renowned for her style and fashion! Vanessa, I was told, has ‘shoes to die for’. I thought that Vanessa’s shoes were rather dull, they were the sort of things that Theresa May used to wear at the Tory conferences which set the knees of the old boys in the hall trembling. Utterly boring but with a dangerous patch of leopard skin on the toe. However Vanessa’s shoes are very expensive, very much more expensive that the footwear of other folk in Bangor. Owen Smith received a bollocking from Wimmin when he was attempting to become Leader of the Labour Party after he stated that ‘we ought to smash Theresa May back on her kitten heels.’ Which I thought was hilarious, I am sure that Oily wasn’t really encouraging violence towards wimmin. Oily, if you fancy taking a principled stand at any point for a refreshing change, there’s a grade A cow of a paedophiles’ friend working at Ysbyty Gwynedd sporting kitten heels…
We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us. We get multiple organ transplants and expensive shoes, you don’t even get a fucking aspirin when you’re got a kidney stone. If you have a brain tumour you can bloody well die because we remember 1993…
Ah, your life in their hands! Or should you dare complain about a gang of paedophiles or their mates, it’ll be your death in their hands.
The lifestyles of the paedophiles’ friends were a source of considerable resentment in Gwynedd, the bastards were so loathed that one could hear them being discussed in public. I was in one of the more expensive shops in Caernarfon in pursuit of a special pair of boots one day – hardly Jimmy Choos but not the ones for £5 in the baskets outside the really cheap shops either – and I was bending over trying on the boots and I heard a voice saying ‘are you a fucking social worker?’. So I looked up and said ‘no, but if you hate them I’ll understand why’. And the lady said ‘ooh I am sorry, all I saw was your blonde hair and you’re trying on expensive boots and I thought you were that fucking social worker’. So we had a good chat and yes, she was yet another Empowered Service User who had been screwed over by those who Help.
There was a shop in Bangor which was actually known as ‘the social workers shop’, it was very, very pricey, so only the social workers and the S4C twats were regulars in there. I think its real name was Morgans or something, but because it was trying to be so posh it didn’t actually have its name on the door. I saw what looked like interesting clothes in the window so I went in and found out that not only had they put the only good clothes that they had in the window, but the clothes were all really badly made, although they were priced in the hundreds. I saw a pair of pink Doc Martens and I asked ‘have you got these in a size 7?’ and they looked at me like I’d murdered their grandmother, so I thought oh fuck off then and left.
Then I found out that one of my mates who worked at Bangor University had a friend who worked as a sales assistant in the shop and who told her that dealing with the stream of rude, demanding social workers was bad enough, but even worse were the S4C twats. According to my friend, the S4C twats would occupy the changing rooms and when they were trying on clothes, they wouldn’t actually speak to the lower caste shop assistant, an arm would just emerge from the cubicle, which was the signal that More Clothes Were Required and my friend’s mate was expected to go off and select more gear in the taste and size of the S4C twat to keep the supply up, a sort of intravenous drip of over-priced clothes.
S4C twats: lest you haven’t noticed, you are not in Knightsbridge, you are in Bangor and your pretensions entertained many of us.
Imagine how I laughed when one day I was sitting on the steps of Top College in Bangor and Meri Huws walked past me trying to rub it in that of course she hadn’t actually noticed riff raff like me sitting on the steps and Meri was clad from head to toe in the very outfit which only the previous week had been on display in the social workers/S4C twats shop. Even better was when Meri sported what Brown called ‘her George Melly jacket’ ‘which looks like its been made out of pair of curtains’. The height of entertainment was reached when the fashionista which was Meri turned up in a photograph in ‘The Bangoriad’, obviously pissed, wearing a jumpsuit made of bacofoil stuff which was undone rather too low for the occasion, which was one involving the Bangor University gerontocracy, who were also in the photograph looking a little shocked. I told one of my mates that the latest copy of ‘The Bangoriad’ had the best photo of Meri imaginable, so I was sent back to grab a whole load of Bangoriads to distribute to the oppressed, but the pile of Bangoriads had gone. Probably because someone in the organs of Gov’t at Bangor heard that word had been sent out re that photo of Meri.
Vanessa Poeppinghaus and her Multiple Medical Firsts were not the only source of good PR that Dafydd and the gang received. I have mentioned in previous posts that Dafydd and his associates turned up in the most extraordinary media places, as a result of the gang’s many fingers in media pies. Dafydd took the biscuit when he rang up the James Whale Radio Show in the early hours, told James Whale that he was a psychopath and discussed the consequences of this with James Whale live on air (see previous post). I have just been having a cringe and old clips on You Tube of that most hideous of 1970s TV programmes from which Brown and I derived so much entertainment when we were in our teens, ‘Ask The Family’, presented by the horribly smug Robert Robinson and his comb over. Imagine my surprise when I found the Grand Final from one series which was going to determine ‘who was the cleverest family in the land’ no less, which featured a family from Llandudno, the Griffiths. Mrs Arlene Griffiths was a Teacher and Mr David Griffiths was an Office Manager. Arlene and David looked seriously grim, which was hardly surprising because Arlene will have known something about the abuse of kids in north Wales and no doubt David did as well, because being an Office Manager in Llandudno will have meant that he almost certainly worked for one of Local Authorities, which were facilitating the gang. Not a word about the massive trafficking ring in operation ever found its way into the media until the 1990s, but folk from north Wales employed in professions which facilitated that gang popped up everywhere.
Would you know anything about why this was Ann Clwyd?
When the gang got really desperate they would arrange an Event and, if possible, invite a VIP and always journos and cameras of course, such as the 2005 Awards Ceremony which I discussed in my post ‘Tan yn Llyn’ in which Awards were given to staff of the mental health services who had done so much to conceal serious crime by a senior Angel who had concealed a great deal of crime herself, including a suspicious death on Seiriol Ward (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’).
The building of the Hergest Unit provided many opportunities for PR Events. I have discussed in previous posts how, as it became very obvious by about 10 years ago that the Hergest Unit was both very dangerous and irretrievable and as the death rate soared and then even the staff began killing themselves, the problems were blamed on the building. The building was crap and had always been crap and that was the problem. Exactly the same excuse was used for the dreadful state of affairs when the North Wales Hospital was in use. The Betsi Board even managed to blame Tawel Fan on the building. It is not the buildings that are screaming at suicidal patients to ‘go on and do it then’, assaulting them, having them arrested after lies have been told to the police or unlawfully denying them treatment. It is the staff and it is the same staff who have been doing that for many, many years.
Contrary to what is now being said about that crappy old Hergest Unit, when that Unit was opened, the staff were really proud of it and were offering people guided tours. It was certainly much better than what went before ie. Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon (although that did of course stay open for years after Hergest came into being, although people were told lies about that as well) and Seiriol and Dwynwen Wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd. However, the Top Doctors were scrapping with each other during the development phase of Hergest. None of them could agree on what the best plan would be.
Something Had To Be Done however, certainly after Mary Wynch began heading for the Master of the Rolls in the early 1980s. Ysbyty Gwynedd had of course been planned, built and then opened in 1984, with its two psychiatric wards, but whoops, there were deaths, patient harm and serious complaints. Everyone knew what the problem was, it was Those Wards In That Building. In March 1989 there was havoc in Gwynedd Health Authority, with questions in the House regarding the massive amounts of money which had inexplicably disappeared, the gross mismanagement and the arrival of a hit squad from the Welsh Office, who had presided over the fuckwittery for years themselves and lied to any patient who dared raise concerns. See post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’. By the time of that bunfight in the Commons, I and Brown had been raising our deepest concerns for five years only to be told by the Welsh Office and Gwynedd Health Authority that everything was absolutely fine, I was mad and Brown was a Git.
In March 1989 there were questions in the House about Gwynedd Health Authority. In May 1989 I was offered that job at St George’s which was used to end my career in medical research and nearly resulted in me serving a prison sentence.
It is interesting to note that in the Commons and in the documentation compiled by Gwynedd Health Authority at that time, there are frank admissions with regard to the appalling state of the mental health services, as well as the Obs and Gynae services in Gwynedd. So there would be Investment and New Buildings. Peter Walker was Secretary of State for Wales at the time and David Hunt was the Welsh Office Minister charged with dealing with Gwynedd Health Authority.
The Hergest Unit opened in 1992 and it was a Flagship Unit. The best in Europe no less, as Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was told by Rob Evans at the Waterhouse Inquiry five years later, Rob having served as Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services, with responsibilities for children’s homes and then for mental health (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing’).
After the Hergest Unit had been opened for a while, so it must have been sometime in 1993, there was a Grand Opening during which a carved stone celebrating the occasion was unveiled. The Grand Opening was attended by a VIP; it was someone from the Welsh Office, but I don’t know if it was a Minister or the Secretary of State. Why don’t I know? Because every patient who had ever complained about the gang was very carefully kept away from that Event and one of those was of course me. I was later told that the Event was Marvellous and the VIP was very impressed with the caring Angels and Top Doctors and their Patience with the Nutters. That opinion was reinforced by the actions of one patient who had been shagged by the staff at Denbigh, assaulted and generally neglected who did manage to get through the security for the Event and who, just as Mr Important was about to pull the cord that lifted the curtain to unveil the stone, leaned over, pulled the cord and unveiled the stone herself. It was explained that she was Mentally Ill, not that she had a serious condition which was being mismanaged and had been dumped in Denbigh years ago by her well-to-do and actually very famous family who never mentioned in any of their many media appearances that they had left her to rot in the hands of Dafydd. This patient was one of those who became destitute when the Day Centre was closed down during the Waterhouse Inquiry.
The Secretary of State for Wales at the time will have been either David Hunt or John Redwood and the Health Secretary would have been former psychiatric social worker Virginia Bottomley. See previous posts for Virginia’s vast network of friends and relations who are nearly all paedophiles’ friends.
Throughout the years of chaos, Andrew Park, the crooked Welsh Office solicitor, encouraged mental health staff to perjure themselves in an attempt to imprison witnesses to serious wrongdoing, fabricated documents and destroyed evidence. During the same period of time, the Welsh Office’s Social Services Inspection Unit failed to respond to complaints of serious abuse of children in care, even on the occasions when staff had been convicted and imprisoned and failed to even conduct inspections of children’s homes, even those homes where there had been complaints of serious abuse.
Dafydd’s gang did whatever they wanted and no-one ever responded to any concerns, not even to deaths or to the complaint that one boy at Bryn Alyn had been forced to have sex with adult men at gunpoint.
The Menai Day Centre finally closed its doors in the late 1990s as described in previous posts, but bits of the Hergest Unit began closing not long after the Unveiling Event with the VIP. The first bit to close was the Heidi Humphreys Mother and Baby Unit, another Flagship initiative which was opened with a media circus. That Unit was named after an Angel who had worked on Seiriol Ward who was killed in a crash on her way home to Pwllheli one day. Another death of a witness. The Heidi Humphreys Unit lasted just months and had hosted about six or seven patients before its doors were locked. Just on a temporary basis, because ‘there wasn’t enough staff’. No more staff were employed and the Heidi Humphreys Unit was never opened again. The pretence was kept up for a bit, in that the furniture stayed in there on the grounds that the Unit would soon be back in action. Then a a few unwanted bits and pieces were stored in there. Then it became The Place to dump anything that wasn’t wanted. Then it was converted into a junior doctors’ socialising room. See post ‘The Sad Story Of The Heidi Humphreys Unit’.
There were no journos and TV cameras present when the Heidi Humphreys Unit closed. Or when all the other bits of the Hergest Unit began closing not long after the Flagship Unit, the Best In Europe, had opened.
The Flagship Unit opened its doors during the North Wales Police investigation into the possible VIP paedophile ring being concealed in High Places which was feared to be operating in north Wales/Cheshire. The investigation ended in 1992, when the police declared that there was no evidence of any paedophile ring. The VIP from the Welsh Office which was concealing the paedophile ring that the North Wales Police hadn’t found any evidence of, although some of their officers were members of the gang, rocked up for the Unveiling at the Hergest Unit after the All Clear had been declared and to reassure the world that we were all happy in our madness.
I’m not sure that we were all happy in our madness, Dafydd and the traffickers did all that they could to destroy our lives, but as regular readers will know, Dafydd et al may have been dangerous criminals but they were so ludicrous that we did derive much entertainment from them. It was little wonder that VIPs were kept well away from Empowered Service Users, because one would hear Angels saying ‘well you’ve had your appointment with DA, how did it go?’ And they would be met with responses like ‘I thought he was a bit of a twat’ or ‘I’m not seeing him again, he’s a big wanker.’
I have described elsewhere how the patients got so sick of complaints being ignored that they took the piss by doing things like walking up to an Angel in Ysbyty Gwynedd while carrying a rubber plant and saying ‘It wasn’t me who murdered Mary Wynch’s mother and this rubber plant wasn’t the murder weapon, it was Dr Dafydd Alun Jones wot did it with an overdose of barbiturates’. The Angel said ‘Yes dear’ and walked off, leaving us pissing ourselves laughing, because Mary Wynch’s mother had died inexplicably in one of Dafydd’s homes, with the symptoms of barbiturate poisoning. There was no investigation because Dafydd had Mary unlawfully arrested and imprisoned.
One patient responded to TV adverts urging viewers to report crime to ‘Crimestoppers’ by ringing up ‘Crimestoppers’ and providing them with full details of some of Dafydd’s crimes. The murder of Mary Wynch’s mother of course but he also gave the name and details of one of Dafydd’s dealers/distributors, what he was selling, where he was selling it and who he was selling it to. ‘Crimestoppers’ told him that they were treating his calls as hoaxes and there would be no further action of any sort. One patient reported the activities of a sexually aggressive psych patient in the local community to ‘Crimestoppers’. Again full details were provided. The caller was told that this call would be ignored. See previous posts for details of the ‘Crimestoppers’ incidents.
As well as the ‘Crimestoppers’ adverts, there were also all the adverts in the media demanding that people blow the whistle on the suppliers of the duty free tobacco which was flooding into Britain at the time. Every Hergest patient I knew who smoked roll ups had a good supply of rolling tobacco. It was for sale absolutely everywhere. The patients – apart from me – smoked like chimneys and many of them were seriously short of money. Many north Wales patients were not even getting the benefits to which they were entitled because no-one had told them about this and then if they did find out the Arfon Community Mental Health Team would snap that they weren’t going to ‘help’ them. The applications for benefit had to be supported by evidence from the thugs in the Arfon CMHT, so people didn’t bother to apply for their benefits. Thus cheap tobacco was hugely popular. Supplying the duty free tobacco also provided a useful income for Empowered Service Users and others who were being deprived of their benefits by the gang.
Were any of us ever going to grass up people who were supplying the tobacco to our friends when we were arrested if we tried to report assaults on us by a people trafficking gang?
The main baccy dealer in Rachub was a pensioner who lived in one of the old people’s bungalows. I don’t know how he secured one of those, because he was from London, Gwynedd County Council claimed to have a policy of prioritising local people and everyone was on the list for years. It was hilarious, he was receiving shipments – big shipments as well – from his son in London through the Royal Mail. The word would go out to the Empowered Service Users that a shipment would be arriving the next day and the postie would arrive with several enormous parcels and the old boy would cheerily yell ‘oh its the shipment’, the postie would unload the shipment and over the next few hours there would be a steady stream of Empowered Service Users to the pensioner’s bungalow, who left with a load of baccy.
The parcels of baccy would then be taken into the Hergest where they would be divided into smaller parcels and flogged off to other Empowered Service Users in the Day Centre when the staff were far too busy in the Angels’ office to take any notice of what was going on in the main lounge.
The Rachub pensioner was the main supplier for a long while, but then a new dealer arrived on the scene. This man offered a very good service, because he brought the baccy into the Day Centre and flogged it off on the premises. How was he able to do this? Because he was an Empowered Service User himself. Not one who’s life was being wrecked by Dafydd et al, this man was a former member of an Outlaws Bike Gang who had been chopped in the head with an axe by a fellow biker, had incurred a serious injury which left him partially paralysed and ended up in the arms of Hergest by being a PTSD patient, so I presume that he was something to do with Dafydd. I was certain that he was something to do with Dafydd when it transpired that the Shop – as it was openly called – began flogging dope (‘do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’) and then a variety of other recreational chemicals…
Was the purveyor of drugs ever arrested, banned from the Hergest, described as dangerous, served with High Court injunctions etc like me? Of course he wasn’t, because he was Of Dafydd. He received far more benefits than other patients because he wasn’t being shafted by the gang and had a very pleasant time during his visits to the Day Centre. God knows what the Angels and Top Docs thought were in all the very full bags which accompanied him to the Hergest Unit or why they never noticed that after he arrived the lounge would be inexplicably full, with patients going in and out with bags full of something, thanking him. The Hergest Unit then arranged for the dealer to undertake an Art degree at Coleg Menai for ‘rehabilitation’ purposes. He was not the only Empowered Service User who did this, there was a small group who did so, but they were all the people who hadn’t Upset People ie. complained about Dafydd and the gang. There was me and at least four other Empowered Service Users with postgrad qualifications who failed to receive responses from Hergest staff when we asked about returning to college or work. One man with a PhD in biochemistry gave up trying to get any sense out of the Hergest Unit and went to see the Disability Resettlement Officer in Bangor Job Centre and told him that he’d like to get back to work. The Disability Resettlement Officer told him that they didn’t have any jobs for anyone, let alone Hergest patients.
While this was happening, the north Wales newspapers boasted constantly of all the ‘help’ that Empowered Service Users were given, the many ‘work projects’ and all the ‘funding’ that was going into such schemes. The only one that we ever actually encountered was a community pottery in Bethesda run by a really nice man called Dave. No Angel or Top Doctor told us about it, one Empowered Service User discovered it and spread the world that we could do two days in the pottery and earn a small amount of extra money. The pottery filled up and was massively popular. Most people in the pottery were the Empowered Service Users who had been frozen out of everything by Dafydd’s gang. After we had all been going to the pottery for some two months, Dave told us that sadly the pottery was closing. His funding had been withdrawn. Well the pottery wasn’t run by Dafydd and the gang, it was enjoyable, very popular and we liked Dave because he didn’t threaten us or have us arrested. Of course the pottery had its funding withdrawn, why ever would it have been tolerated? The building which housed the pottery remained locked with all the pottery gear in there and unused for a very long time after Dave had his funding withdrawn.
This will be difficult for readers outside of north Wales to understand, but Dafydd’s gang ran everything, absolutely everything, in north Wales. The economy was wrecked and all there was were very low paid often part time jobs and secure jobs were unheard of unless one worked in the NHS, the County Councils, the police, in education or the law. All of which were the domain of the paedophile gang. Who owned the care homes which provided so many of the other jobs? Er, the paedophile gang and their friends. They ran the charidees, the ‘Gov’t initiatives’, even the pubs and restaurants, they ran everything. Nearly everyone I knew had been in north Wales for years, so had got used to this, but I did meet a few people new to the area who all commented that they had never seen such appalling employers as those in north Wales. They could be appalling, there were so few jobs that if someone was unlawfully sacked or walked out, there’d be another desperate person along within a few hours. It was why people worked in the dreadfully abusive ‘care homes’ or in the kids’ homes. I asked Brown the other day if he thought that the economy of north Wales was deliberately kept wrecked, because it was only that which ensured that Dafydd and the gang were able to run hundreds of ‘homes’ in which kids and vulnerable people were grossly abused and trafficked. Brown reckons that it was more a situation of hopeless greedy people with mates in Gov’t who wanted what money there was for them and their friends. I have always known that to be true, but know I’ve gained a bit of an understanding as to which levers were controlling the economy in north Wales, I do wonder if it was indeed a deliberate policy to ensure that north Wales stayed well and truly shafted…
To return to the man who ran the Shop in the patients’ lounge in the Hergest Unit from where goodies could be purchased. Some years later I met a retired academic from England who had undertaken the Art course at Coleg Menai when the man who ran the Shop had been on that course. The retired academic told me that the Art course had taken a contingent of ‘rather odd’ people, who had caused great problems, particularly one man, who on a field trip to Amsterdam had defected from the student group to conduct business with some big time drug dealers in Amsterdam… The ‘odd people’ were the Empowered Service Users who had been deemed worthy of Help because they hadn’t Upset People. I also knew that to access Help, one of the Coleg Menai students had taken part in a benefits fraud with a social worker…
The pensioner who lived in the old people’s bungalow in Rachub who flogged the baccy for died back in the late 1990s. I know someone who went to his funeral in London. They met his family and reported back that they were very unpleasant. Serious criminals who reminisced at the funeral about the Good Old Days when they were in the NF and hassled the ethnic minorities.
So how did Gwynedd County Council manage to give one of their old people’s bungalows to a man from a crime family in London while Ioan Bowen Rees proudly ran Fortress Gwynedd, Homes for Locals?
Yma O Hyd!
Gordon Bennett, as they say dahn saaf.
The Rachub bus stop was another site at which baccy and other goods were bought and sold among Empowered Service Users and others. My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ described the neglect and abuse that Empowered Service Users and others were experiencing in Rachub and Bethesda, on the doorstep of Ioan Bowen Rees, the then Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, who lived in Rachub, but in a grand Plas down a lane, hidden from the view of the proles by beech trees. Ioan served as an adviser to Dafydd Wigley. Ioan never waited at the bus stop, he could afford a car and an expensive one as well, but Ioan must have known what was going on at the bus stop because his teenaged children – one of whom evolved into International Rock Star Of The People Gruff Rhys (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’) – were too young to drive and they will have known people who went on the buses even if Ioan chauffeured them about himself.
The Empowered Service Users were often approached at the bus stop and asked if they wanted to sell their medication or swap it for goods. The trade was fuelled substantially by ‘Dafydd’s addicts’ who were all au fait with selling their drugs, because they only ever wanted Dafydd as a Top Doctor because he gave them huge quantities of any drugs that they requested. Dafydd was famous for this, that’s why he came highly recommended by the criminals, no-one else wanted to see the mad old bugger. Because Dafydd’s addicts told other ne’r-do-wells that Empowered Service Users never had any money and had prescription medication as well, people would ask them if they wanted to sell their tablets.
In the 1990s there was also a man who went around Bethesda and the surrounding villages in a van hiring out videos, which he would swap for prescription medication. I didn’t realise for some time that under the seats were the Grumble Vids, which could be exchanged for particularly sought after medication. By chatting to this man, I discovered that when he was young, he had been a patient of Dafydd’s. When he had children, there was of course a Referral to Dafydd. Once more, it was another family who over more than one generation, had been screwed over by Dafydd who ensured that they remained trapped in what Blair called the underclass. This man and his family were targeted by the gang – they had tried running little businesses, renting shops after saving up a bit of money etc but things had unravelled. Another family labelled as having a lot of ‘bad luck’ or not being very capable. Well if Dafydd’s gang hadn’t have forced them back into dealing in prescription drugs and the grumble vids, they’d have had a bit more of a chance at getting back on their feet.
I’d like to clarify something at this point. For years now, it has been put around by Top Docs and those who collude with them that Empowered Service Users are ‘stigmatised’. The only people who stigmatise the Empowered Service Users are the Top Doctors, they are by far the worst most bigoted offenders. I have mentioned that previously. What I have not stressed is why Empowered Service Users were told that people would stigmatise them if they ‘know that you’ve been in Denbigh’. Oh excuse me, the patients in Denbigh were friends with each other, looked out for each other to the extent that such profoundly vulnerable people could ever look after each other, the patients in Denbigh had no problem chatting about having Been In Denbigh. It was the rest of polite society who needed to ensure that the patients shut up about Being In Denbigh because it was known that what was being politely ignored and concealed out there was just so gross that no-one dared risk it becoming known.
You ran a paedophile gang and an empire of serious crime you bloody hypocrites and you did that while you banged on about playing harps and eating the bara brith. And don’t you ever dare tell me that it was all about language and nationality – my friends in Denbigh were Welsh, as Welsh as Ioan Bowen Rees was and he, Dafydd and Lucille made a killing out of their vulnerabilities. Literally.
I received an e mail from someone last summer who told me that he wished he’d seen the ‘corrupt little faces’ of the paedophiles’ friends when I turned up at Bangor and completed the speediest PhD in the history of the University of Wales. Yes, it was quite entertaining, they all had to pretend that they hadn’t noticed. Not that Bangor is 100% paedophiles’ friends, there are some very, very nice people at Bangor; I could usually tell who was a paedophiles’ friend because they’d start gurning in distress if I was too near them, but there were a few who were very well camouflaged who got under my radar.
With regard to Rhodri, Ann Clwyd, Martin Jones and the other MPs Of Compassion who sponsored and signed the EDMs in the Commons in March 1996. The cause of the rage and the EDMs were the actions of the Municipal Mutual, the insurers of Clwyd County Council, who upon legal advice totally suppressed the Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd, 1974-95. It was known that the most terrible abuse had happened, but Municipal Mutual ordered the Report to be made available to no-one but their own lawyers; the Councillors themselves were not given access to the Report and Municipal Mutual told Clwyd that if anyone did get hold of that Report and disclose any of the contents, the Council’s insurance cover would be withdrawn and the Councillors themselves would be made personally liable for compensating any former kids in care who sued and this would lead to the Councillors being declared bankrupt and losing their homes. In the event of Councillor Malcolm King – who was considered a bit of a loose cannon having asked rather too many awkward questions about what was happening to those kids – getting his paws on a copy of the Jillings Report and breathing one word, Municipal Mutual demanded that he should be sacked. Malcolm King Chaired Clwyd County Council’s Social Services Committee. For full details see posts ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’ and ‘The Aftermath Of The Jillings Report – In Parliament’.
Municipal Mutual were also the insurers of the North Wales Police.
Municipal Mutual acted at all times on the advice of their legal adviser, Michael Beloff QC, it was he who ensured that no-one was ever going to get to the truth of what had gone in in the children’s homes in Clwyd. Michael Beloff is a colleague of Cherie and a personal friend of Cherie and Miranda. When Miranda became PM, Beloff was entertained at Chequers. When Beloff advised Municipal Mutual, Miranda was the Leader of the Labour Party.
Any Labour MPs up for sponsoring and signing an EDM condemning that naughty insurance company?
When Rhodri was busy with EDMs condemning Municipal Mutual for following the legal advice given to them by a close friend of the leader of his own Party, Rhodri was the Opposition Spokesman on Welsh Affairs. He had previously worked alongside Miranda in the Shadow Energy team.
The year after Rhodri made his public display with the EDMs, Julie Morgan was elected as the MP for Cardiff North, voted in by all those middle class constituents who knew about the barrel of crap in north Wales.
Rhodri’s former bedfellow, Meri Huws aka the Crack Of Doom, in the 1980s worked as a social worker for Gwynedd County Council and her responsibilities included the children’s homes in Bangor, where kids were being abused and trafficked. See posts ‘Are You Local?’ and ‘People With Energy?’
When Merfyn Jones was appointed as VC of Bangor University, there was one fuck of a row and the fur flew because he made Meri Huws a PVC. People were frank in their opinions that Meri was completely unsuitable for such a position and Professor Dylan Jones-Evans, who hated Meri and had recently left Bangor under a huge cloud for pastures new at Glyndwr University, paid a visit to Bangor and enjoyed himself by asking people how it felt to be working in a university ‘with Meri fucking Huws as a PVC’. Dylan observed that Meri must be the first women to close the gender gap by opening her legs. I’ve got news for Dylan, that is a tried and tested way for those who break the glass ceiling and then boast about it, I’ve been mapping the phenomenon for years.
The reason why Dylan was having such a dig – part from the fact that he is Dylan of course – is that Meri’s appointment was accompanied by much bullshit about Meri being the first women PVC at Bangor. Yes Meri and what a bloody insult it was to every other woman in the place. The dirty deed was blamed on Merfyn ‘because he wants to pretend that he’s a feminist’. There were also rumours that Meri and Merfyn had been discussing Uganda together; one of my colleagues who had Inside Knowledge remarked that she felt sorry for any male boss of Meri’s because it would be automatically assumed that they had slept with the old slapper. The appointment was not Merfyn’s idea. I am sure that he is bright enough to know damn well what a bloody disaster Meri was going to be – which indeed she was. Merfyn was directly ordered to give Meri that job by the Welsh Gov’t, as part of their Wimmin’s Agenda.
The FM at the time was Rhodri Morgan. Who slept with a member of a trafficking gang, then years later ordered Merfyn to give her a job for which she was unqualified and unsuitable and then blamed Merfyn when everything that Meri touched turned to dust. It was the Crack of Doom who was responsible for the series of early disasters relating to the Pontio Arts Centre…
Neither do the two Plaid members who signed the EDMs re Municipal Mutual, Dafydd Wigley and Elfyn Llwyd, have any excuses. Apart from the fact that they were at the heart of the paedophiles’ friends in just about every way possible, Michael Beloff’s dad, Lord Max Beloff, got on very well with Ioan Bowen Rees and provided a glowing review of one of Ioan’s volumes. See post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ Ioan was an expert on democracy and local government.
Max Beloff was one of the movers and shakers involved in the founding of the UK’s first private university, the University of Buckingham, which was closely associated with Thatcher and her mates from the IEA. See post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’ for further information on the Beloff clan.
Just 14 months after Miranda and Cherie’s mate Michael Beloff saved everybody’s bacon, Miranda became PM!
My post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’ provided details of Stuart Errington, one of the Directors of Municipal Mutual at the time of the Jillings Investigation and Report. Another Director was Sir John Lovill. John Lovill is listed as having been the Director of 43 companies and his address is given as one in Lewes, East Sussex. John Allen owned brothels in Brighton, to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales. Yet another Municipal Mutual Director at the time was Lord Merlyn-Rees.
Merlyn Rees was born in Pontypridd, south Wales, was elected as the Labour MP for Leeds South, 1963-83 and then Morley and Leeds South, 1983-92. At the heart of the land of Savile, a corrupt police force and a huge paedophile gang with links to the gangs in Wales. Merlyn Rees was Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1974-76, under Wilson and then Callaghan, in which post Merlyn Rees concealed the VIP paedophile ring which was based at Kincora Boys’ Home, which it has been repeatedly alleged included Sir Anthony Blunt and Lord Louis Mountbatten. Rees was then Home Secretary, 1977-79, under Callaghan. In which capacity he concealed all that serious crime caused by Dafydd and the gang.
Merlyn Rees was President of the Video Standards Council from 1990, when John Allen and the gang were busy making huge quantities of porn using the kids from children’s homes in north Wales. Rees was the first Chancellor of the University of Glamorgan, 1994-02.
Recent news reports reassure us that things at the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board are getting worse, which is quite some achievement. The BBC reported that the A&E waiting times at Wrexham Maelor Hospital are now the worst that have been recorded of any hospital in Wales since targets were introduced. All targets missed at all times. The waiting times at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd are the second worst in Wales and are ‘getting worse’.
|The Proud Legacy Of The Top Docs Of North Wales|
There has been another baby death at the Betsi which should not have happened. The Betsi solicitor, Patricia Gaskell, was wheeled out to apologise and reassure the world that everyone really was very sorry and it Won’t Happen Again. That’s the Patricia Gaskell who used to be the Ysbyty Gwynedd solicitor and who pretended to deal with my complaint about Ysbyty Gwynedd in 2002, part of which was me being assaulted and injured by an Angel and three healthcare assistants. Gaskell did an excellent imitation of being a decent woman who wanted to resolve the matter by mediation. The only Top Doctor who agreed to attend the mediation walked out after three minutes without contributing and refused to return when Gaskell asked him to. The mediation was suggested by Gaskell and paid for by the NW Wales NHS Trust. I then received a letter from Keith Thomson, the then CEO of the Trust, telling me and my lawyer that the mediation had broken down because of me, that I had now been classed as a ‘vexatious complainant’ and that no more letters of mine would be answered. My complaint was never ever investigated.
There were subsequently more complaints from patients who said that they had been assaulted who named the very people whom I had named.
When my lawyers eventually took Thomson to the High Court and he was threatened with imprisonment if he did not hand over the records which he was unlawfully witholding, among the records were letters from Gaskell to the staff who had assaulted me telling them that they did not have to answer questions or attend the mediation. There was also a memo from Gaskell to a manager asking for ‘more nurses down the police station please’ to make statements about me ‘threatening to kill’ a manager. The trial collapsed on the first day because the Angels had perjured themselves. There was no investigation and now Gaskell is apologising for dead babies. She probably congratulated the midwives and drank champers with them when the baby’s parents weren’t around.
The news reports re the dead baby whom Gaskell probably had a good laugh over stated that a Top Doctor had suggested that perhaps the baby would have lived if he had been treated at Arrowe Park in Liverpool, rather than the Special Care Baby Unit in north Wales. The public of north Wales BEGGED for that Unit, there was a campaign led by Top Doctors, abuse and threats were hurled at Merfyn Jones and Mary Burrows at a public meeting when they were still leading that Board and trying to restrain the paedophiles’ friends because people feared that they might say no to the Unit. Now the paedophiles’ friends have got exactly what they demanded. A Special Care Baby Unit, in north Wales, for which Carwyn stumped up. But oooh, this baby’s death, ooh it won’t be the staff guvnor, its that fucking unit, ooh, if only this baby had been at Arrowe Park…
There was one Gwynedd Top Doc who wanted neonates treated at Arrowe Park. It was Dr Lyndon Miles, whom I recently found out is a well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend. Lyndon is mates with Edwina Hart and was the Chair of the Gwynedd Local Heath Board. The Gwynedd Local Health Board refused to correspond with me when I was unlawfully arrested by Elfed and Martin and unlawfully refused treatment. Arrowe Park is part of the Liverpool empire of the paedophiles’ friends.
Lyndon, do you know anything about this Top Doc who is suggesting that Arrowe Park would have been a better option?
Never mind Vaughan, give them all a pay rise and tell those bastard patients to stop Talking Down The NHS! Perish the thought that anyone might go in and arrest these lying, perjuring, murdering bastards, who never ever stop screaming, demanding more and blaming everyone else for their cock-ups, even when they have been given exactly what they have asked for at a cost of many millions.
I mentioned previously on this blog that my former colleagues and I recently won an award for academic excellence, on the basis of the last journal article that we published together. We wrote this article after I had been made redundant, unlawfully detained in Parkhead and Wrexham Maelor and the paedophile gang had wrecked my life yet again. One of my co-authors, Professor Howard Davis, attended the ceremony in Toronto where a plaque with our names engraved upon it was due to be awarded, but the plaque wasn’t ready, so Howard received the public congratulations and was told that the plaque would be sent on to him. We have now heard that the plaque has been dispatched and Howard is organising a get-together, so that we can celebrate.
I am looking forward to catching up with my friends/former colleagues/fellow award winners. They are: Howard, who was described by a member of the paedophile gang as a ‘cold male academic’; Graham Day, the man who came under attack from ‘The Guardian’ as a result of false allegations on the part of a paedophile gang; and Marta Eichsteller, who was identified as being one of the best twenty young sociologists in the world but who was told by the paedophiles’ friends that she should not be employed at Bangor University because she is not Welsh. I am sure that Bangor University will be delighted to issue a press release informing the wider academic community of this Event.