TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD

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looked around at my father who looked more worried than me, the public gallery was packed, yet the
silence, it was so quite you would have heard a pin drop. The Masonic judge was handed the note, as he
read it, he nearly choked on his false teeth, was this a good sign or bad? I see a flash before my eyes of the
front page of; The Sun; SCUM FOUND GUILTY... - The foreman stood up and read the verdict out loud:
―McCann: Not Guilty, Cleary - Not Guilty, O‘Reily -Not Guilty of GBH- Section 18. McCann: Not Guilty,
Cleary - Not Guilty of Assault. O‘Reily: Guilty of Assault‖. This is only because Kevin O‘Reily had
previously pleaded guilty to assault before the trial. The reaction in the court room was unbelievable, and I
will never forget it, I was numb through shock, everyone was so emotional, I was in tears, so was my
father and other relatives and friends, but the most wonderful thing was, - so were some members of the
jury, they also showed great concern and interest, their thoughtfulness was the best compensation anyone
could wish for. They had believed us all the time, despite the huge machinery of the Crown Prosecution
Service, the Judge and police trying with all their might, the truth could not be covered-up, and this is the
importance of ―Trial by Jury‖, and the reason they want to deny us this fundamental right. The
congratulations continued to the outside of the court, and plenty of hugs and kisses where going around
even with members of the jury.
The following day, my brother went and bought a good cross section of newspapers to see what they
had to say about the verdict. To everyone‘s amazement, there was no mention of the trial whatsoever,
despite all the aggressive persistent demands from the press for an interview prior to the verdict being
returned, then insisting we have a photo shoot with them as well, or they‘ll show one of us anyway,
handcuffed and being led off to jail. It was quite obvious it wasn‘t the verdict they wanted, the police
invited the press down in the first place hoping they would give it maximum publicity, letting the public
know how dangerous it is for the lone bobby on the beat. - Now however, the story had no appeal, and it
wouldn‘t have looked good reporting that indeed, the jury found that my mates and I, had indeed been setup
and framed. Which reads like a textbook theory, out of Stephens Kings chapter: How to Destroy a Man,
from an extract of his book; The Brotherhood. It‘s a reference which explains as to what lengths the
Freemasons, with the help of Masonic Police officers, are prepared to go in order to destroy or discredit
anyone that might get in their way.
The timing of our trial was politically sensitive for the police, and we had become political pawns, as
there had been a lot of bad negative press in regards to the outrageous behaviour of the police in general,
and 23 years later and things remain the same! Stoke Newington police station and the TSG, had their fair
share of shame just weeks before our trial, and some of the very same police officers, who were
prosecution witnesses at my trial and who also beat me, were involved in another trial, accused of severely
beating two young men. One of the victims said the police, suggested taking him: ―The Holloway Route‖,
referring to the longest route to the police station. Some of these officers where found not guilty, and some
were found guilty and dismissed from the police force. These points were raised in our trial, because that‘s
what was said; ―The Holloway Route‖ to my mate John, by some of the very same TSG officers, who
arrested and beat us up.
It wasn‘t until I fell victim to the corruption of the police, that I ever even dreamed finding myself
involved with them in anyway. I had everything going for me in my life, a thriving business, a great social
life, and I lived life to the full. I didn‘t have a care in the world, the same applied with my family,
everyone got on with their busy hard working lives, and I didn‘t have time to get into any aggro with the
police, and nor had I ever wanted to. I never had much or serious involvement with the police before, and
had always looked on them to being there to protect us, - if any lies were being told by someone, then the
truth will always come out in court, thankfully it did in that instance for us, but no thanks to the crooked
Masonic Judge, whom resided over the corrupt trial, and who too, did his utmost to convince the jury we
were guilty.
This was the first time, - but unfortunately not my last, that I was to experience the full force of police
brutality. The police don‘t like being beaten in the courts, and like elephants, never forget. I was walking
a tightrope, and they were waiting in the wings, watching my every move and waiting for me to slip up,
when unfortunately I did big time, - and the full force of the law came steaming rolling over me, though
that‘s another story I will touch on later on in the book.
John was a good friend of mine, completely innocent, and was beaten beyond recognition, some years
later he committed suicide, though it can‘t be confirmed the reason was connected to that incident, but
through my conversations with him and other friends, I can say it was at least contributory, his head was
beaten so badly at the time of the assault by PC Billiamson, that his head was swollen twice the normal
size. No one knows for sure what kind of brain damage may have occurred as a result of that vicious
beating, but soon after this incident, the same happy go, lucky go fellow, was suffering from bouts