Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Comment on the Kevin Nunn Disclosure Supreme Court Ruling

The Supreme Court ruled upon the Kevin Nunn case recently when the judges decided prisoners should not retain the same rights concerning disclosure of the evidence as they had pre-trial. Once an individual is convicted they cannot simply request access to documents or forensic samples as they could, had such a request been submitted pre-trial.

This stance by the Supreme Court judges is puzzling me. What they are saying is the Criminal Cases Review Commission (CCRC) can be trusted to request any document or forensic sample to be re-tested and re-examined as they have what is known as ‘Section 17 Powers,’ (S.17) to request disclosure of everything should they choose to do so.

At one level this statement is 100% correct, but the Supreme Court judges are well aware of what the reality is. The CCRC will not deploy their powers under S.17 in 99% of the applications made to them for further investigations. They have so many requests for help in re-investigation of possible miscarriages of justice that a case workers sifting process can take many years to be completed and the person in jail and contesting their conviction has almost no opportunity to search for ‘fresh evidence’ capable of casting real doubt about the safety of their conviction.

The CCRC require the applicant to submit compelling fresh evidence before deploying their S.17
powers, the classic circular argument ‘I can only submit fresh evidence if I can obtain new material from the police/CPS that has not been disclosed to me previously.’ The police and CPS won’t accept my requests for fresh material to be made available to me unless I present a compelling argument to the CCRC first.

Innocent people will have no insight into the circumstances surrounding the crime they are convicted of. Therefore, they won’t have any idea about what areas of the evidence it was that police used against them which should be open to questioning its validity. An innocent person will know nothing more than the fact they didn’t do it.  

In my own case I’ve had to suggest specific reasons why the silencer evidence was wrong. I also had to set out how I believe the silencer evidence was falsified using snippets of information gleaned from random documents. As more and more material evidence was disclosed to me during the last 28 years (particularly since the 2002 appeal) my arguments got closer and closer to the truth. Multiple police enquiries and 16 years with the CCRC as well as two appeal hearings and a trial, along with tens of thousands of hours hard work reviewing three and a half million pages of case documents and it is only now we know what Essex police concealed about the silencer.

Since 2002 we have had to fight tooth and nail to obtain two pieces of information from police to be disclosed under S.17 by the CCRC and even now the CCRC are unable to locate original documents using their powers under S.17 because they have been ‘mislaid’ by Essex police.

Discovering what the actual truth was has taught me a very valuable lesson. Most of all I have never doubted that justice would prevail no matter what: you never know what’s around the next corner. I feel for Kevin Nunn and all of his supporter’s but the truth will find a way to reveal itself large and so long as you stay strong on your path when a corner comes along the trick is to ensure that you look around every one because around that next bend may be the answer you’ve been looking for.
Do I think disclosure should be automatic on request? No, I don’t, but the hurdle that needs to be jumped should be set very low. In my case it shouldn’t have been necessary for me to wait almost 30 years for the true facts to be discovered by piecing together documents—that seems a long time.

“Wrong doing can only be avoided if those who are not wronged feel the same indignation at it as those who are.” Solon, (c. 638 – 559 BCE)
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Saturday, 21 June 2014

Remembering Gerry Conlon

It is with sadness that I write this in the memory of Gerry Conlon who died earlier today. I liked Gerry a lot and I am very sad for his family who were robbed of his company for so many years while he suffered the injustice of being wrongly accused and imprisoned.

I was happy to have had the pleasure of his company on the landings for about three and a half years. Gerry had a strong faith which gave him spiritual comfort and it was the strength he drew from this which inspired me to keep on fighting for my freedom. I remember him saying, “Never let the bastards drag you down!”

He was a warm and kindhearted person who didn’t allow prison to turn him bitter because he always said that he had to keep his humanity. I remember his wisdom well. Gerry told me I should never lose myself in the anger of injustice and so I live my life fighting my cause, as Gerry said, "never let them win."


Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Summer Update

Quite a lot has been happening and I’m told there are to be some changes to the web site as well as more new case QT videos and I’d like to welcome our new Campaign Team members on board.

We are still collating information for the new submissions and my legal team are making decisions on which are the strongest appeal points for the CCRC to make a referral to the court.

Unfortunately now all information has to be kept confidential so there’s not as much new information I can update you with except to say that the case documents we have are now so comprehensive there is a lot of material to choose from.

I’ve also been very fortunate to have some really good people around me to help with typing of materials, splitting PDF’s, carrying out research and drawing plans. All of this makes a huge difference to the new appeal case. I want to tell those people how much it means to me to have them working alongside me towards my freedom.

I’ve also had many letters from new people as well as some great old friends, and I’m trying to keep up with letter writing as much as possible. I always appreciate hearing from you with bits and bob’s of your news about the outside.


Monday, 14 April 2014

New Case Material Obtained

"The admin team have now obtained further case papers relating to my innocence and work sifting through the evidence will start on these in the coming weeks. It’s amazing how even after 28 years new information keeps emerging. 

I also want to thank the people who have come forward as part of our appeal for new information —no matter how small and insignificant you think your knowledge is it all helps build a picture and often evidence from two different people will fit together perfectly like missing pieces of the jigsaw puzzle—so don’t hesitate to get in touch if you have information. 

Appeal for New Information.

Legal material is still being prepared on my case for the new submissions. Once again thanks for everyone’s support and keep a look out for some new Case QT Video’s to accompany our web pages." 

Happy Easter to Everyone, Jeremy. 

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

A New Year of Less Liberty

Part of a series: "A Life of Less Liberty" by Jeremy Bamber. 

“Where I’ve been so lucky in my life is that my Mum and Dad have always inspired me to reach for the stars and to be the best that I can be, and it sparks memories of Granny Bamber, who set the bar so high.

I know that Dad was all he was, for the most part, owing to his Mum and the values she aspired to. We didn’t get to see her all that often - but each year from Boxing day through to the New Year we would visit her at home, Clifton House in Guildford’s Castle Hill. The visits began as early as I can remember right through until Granny Bamber became too ill to live in her own home.

The best memories I have from my visits to Clifton House were when I was about five or six years old. Me, Mum and Dad and Sheila would travel down altogether in the car. Sheila and I would always play eye spy and the "are we there yet?" Game which would go on for ages. Sheila and I would take our shoes off in the back of the car and put our feet in each other's faces and giggle the whole journey. 

Granny’s house was huge and was something like 6 storeys high. My great grandfather designed and built it but sadly I never knew him or my grandfather. It was a traditional old place and there were many trophies on the wall from shooting, old furnishings with old-fashioned carpets and curtains. Sheila and I had a room each made up for us when we stayed, Sheila was always on the fourth floor and I remember there were even a attic rooms too and Granny Bamber had her own suite of rooms. Very occasionally other family members would appear but usually it was just Granny and us.

Sheila and I would explore the two gardens and there was a large walled garden one side, which had a gate in the wall so that you could walk down straight into the town. We always had fun and I remember us looking out to the bowling green on the other side too. There was a big fig tree in the grounds and so there were plenty of opportunities for games and places to hide whenever we did venture out in the cold. The fig tree was perfectly positioned to get the sun and in the summer Granny would send Mum beautiful fresh figs that she posted in old light bulb boxes so each was safe in it’s own compartment and didn’t get bruised. When we visited in the summer I would climb the conker tree in the bottom garden.

Granny had house-guests who lived in. There were two elderly ladies who were both single, and they lived in their own small suites. There was also Mr Kennedy who also must have been in his seventies or eighties, and had worked for my Granny and Granddad for many years before he retired. He lived in his own suite too. They each had a bathroom in their suite, a baby belling cooker and a hot water urn, so their apartments were pretty much self contained.In the afternoons every day and including during our stays, all three house guests would join Granny Bamber and us for afternoon tea, and Sheila and I got to know them all well, though now the names of the two ladies escape me.

We enjoyed the traditional turkey for Boxing Day lunch and dinner and New Year’s Day included ham carved off the bone. Granny would serve wine too, and of course I always had fizzy pop. The dining room table was enormous it could seat something like 28 or 32 people. In the early years when I was

very young there was a cook and a housemaid who stayed in the kitchen area most of the time. The rooms had cords in them connected to bells in the kitchen to call the housemaids, they weren’t used any more but I thought it would be funny to run from room to room ringing them and Granny told me off for that!

The house was old and creaky and it seemed there was a shadow around each corner. I remember almost every room had a big old clock ticking loudly, there was a big grandfather clock on the floor where I slept and every hour on the hour it would bellow out a big chime, and I would almost jump out of my skin. I remember Granny also had another enormous clock that sat on the top of a chest of some sort and it chimed every fifteen minutes.

I loved Granny Bamber deeply and she was kind to me. She knew that the house ‘gave me the willies’ and she once set up a little game for me to liven up dinner. The main dining room was two floors up from the kitchens and Gran had a food lift that brought the hot food safely from the kitchen to the diners. She had me sit in the food lift holding a big bottle of Champagne and I was wound up to the dining room by Mr Kennedy. I would go “Boo!” as the doors were opened when it arrived at the top and it gave Granny the giggles and made the house fun. Everyone looked so surprised to see me the first time I did it, and of course I did it more than once and everyone still went along with the ‘surprise.’

As time went on I still went to Clifton House for New Year, I remember I was always in

bed before midnight, I can’t remember if anyone else stayed up. We continued with our annual visit until I was about 16 or 17 and Sheila started going out in London for New Year and eventually Granny became too elderly and frail to keep running Clifton House. I remember the house was getting run down and I think vermin got in, and she and Mum and Dad decided that she would come and live with us at White House Farm. 

We had carers to help us with Granny and as a family we would also take it in turns to see her to bed at night. As she grew more infirm I remembered the times when she comforted me when I was afraid as a child at Clifton House, and I wanted to be there for her as she had been for me. Eventually Granny had to go to a full nursing home before she died but my memories of her remind me of how she influenced all of our lives.

Granny Bamber always wore high heels until she became too ill. She was a delightful lady and even though she became infirm she didn’t get cantankerous with it as some older people do, even my friends would come over and they loved to see her. She had a great serenity about her and she reminded me of Marlene Dietrich or Bette Davis because right up until she died she remained so beautiful because it came from her heart which is the lesson that one learns in jail, it’s laid bare as we have nothing but the cut of our jib to sail the shark infested sea. There is no hiding behind the bling or the bluster and it is all down to Granny Bamber that my little dinghy has sailed along for almost 30 years, ‘cos you see it can seem scary when the seas are rough and there’s no land in sight - but with a bit of luck what ever the storm it will always pass. So the trick, no matter what is hang on ‘cos things always change in time.”

Happy New Year for 2014


Jeremy Bamber

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