Justice has been cheated – Cyril Smith was a child sex offender

I heard this yesterday on the news, and it was another case to distress me.  I am so disturbed by this.  I only hope that the tidal wave of such allegations keeps going in the wake of Savile.   The boys reported it to the police in the 1960s, in 1970 it was not pursued because of a lack of corroboration.  In 1998 there was a decision that there was enough evidence, but that it couldn’t be brought because there was no new evidence.  Another case later that year says that there is not new evidence, and the original decisions cannot be overturned.  In November 2012 the CPS and the police say that he should have been charged.

What kind of Society treats victims like this?

Those poor boys, now men, who have had a lifetime of not being sufficiently heard.  Why do we protect the perpetrators and do so little for the victims?  12 men reported sexual abuse, with eight of them as boys coming forward in the 1960s.  How much more corroboration did it take?

How many more unreported acts have potentially taken place because a prolific offender was not taken off the streets?  It beggars belief.

Report by the BBC

 

 

“It’s our little secret”

Yesterday was a very strange day.  Talk about doing something that puts you right out of your comfort zone.  Last night I went up to London, with Pete as my chaperone, to a TV studio to broadcast on a live show about childhood sexual abuse – “It’s our little secret”, The ChrissyB Show.  It was a real honour to be invited, and even more of one to share the sofa with two survivors.

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The starfish story

A man was walking along a deserted beach at sunset. As he walked he could see a young boy in the distance, as he drew nearer he noticed that the boy kept bending down, picking something up and throwing it into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things into the ocean.As the man approached even closer, he was able to see that the boy was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at a time he was throwing them back into the water. The man asked the boy what he was doing, the boy replied,” I am throwing these washed up starfish back into the ocean, or else they will die through lack of oxygen. “But”, said the man, “You can’t possibly save them all, there are thousands on this beach, and this must be happening on hundreds of beaches along the coast. You can’t possibly make a difference.” The boy smiled, bent down and picked up another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied

“Made a difference to that one”

The end of a social taboo?

Today I’ve been walking with a very dear friend.   It was her birthday, so we had a lovely Autumnal walk, kicking leaves, sliding about in the mud and dodging the advances of over zealous dogs. We were chatting as we walked, the conversation rarely pausing for breath as we talked our way along the banks of a Hampshire canal.  It was only when I was driving home, that some of the ‘dots’ of the conversation began to join up, as I reflected on what we’d talked about.   Continue reading The end of a social taboo?

The Yellow World

I read about a book in The Sunday Times yesterday, The Yellow World, and I thought it was definitely one for me.  Those of you that know me, know that I love the arena of positive psychology, of moving towards joy, happiness, enlightenment… of maximising the strengths within us rather than focusing on improving the ‘weaknesses’ (too much corporate nonsense in the latter for me, know your weaknesses, yes, but I’m not all about trying to ‘fix’ them…. perhaps food for another blog).  I think this book could be a real gem…. Continue reading The Yellow World