I too have suffered at the hands of police brutality, and on various occasions.  I’ve had the shit kicked out of me, been beaten to a pulp, knocked unconscious and hospitalised by a group of more than 10 of them from TSG-Territorial Support Group, whom on this occasion all one by one took turns in giving me either a punch or a kick.  I was completely innocent in this case I’ve already mentioned, yet was still framed with a GBH - Section 18 [with intent] charge on a police officer, which was better than the original “Attempted Murder” the police were originally wanting to charge us with, though thanks to an astute jury, two others and I were found; “Not Guilty” after a trial at Snaresbrook Crown Court in Essex back in 1987.

     The Police work hand in glove with certain hack journalists from various newspapers when the police want a guaranteed one sided biased story in the media.  They supply all the details and fabricated information about the cases directly to the journalists they are “indirectly” employing to help them in their task.  It’s a regular deception trick the police use, and the media are more than happy to go along with it, - the more sensational the headlines the better.

    In our case, the police were hoping on a “guilty” verdict being returned by the jury, and were quite confident of this happening because they knew that in excess of 10 police officers had all perjured themselves in the dock in order to try and secure such a verdict.  This is such a frequent occurrence in almost all criminal cases, the police, like most of our MP’s and people in positions of power in general, have become so brazen with their attitudes.  The way many of them conduct themselves, is because they know their untouchable and in typical Freemason style, simply close ranks and all stand shoulder to shoulder. - They will perjure and lie through their hind-teeth no matter the consequences.

     In my case, they gave the impression that three of us, me and two other friends severely beat up a lone policeman whilst he was going about his normally duties, if you had read the false and concocted evidence the police had put forward to the court, you would be forgiven for thinking we were indiscriminate monsters.  I was accused that whilst this police officer lay flat out on the floor getting kicked and punched by the two others, of stamping and jumping on his fingers whilst shouting out: “You’re never make another fucking phone call again”.  When the case came to court, the policeman in question then produced photographs of his hands showing them all bruised and grazed.  Yet neither of my two mates or I did anything to his hands whatsoever, and how he got such injuries in the first place, is anyone’s guess, though I believe they must have been self inflicted, it was either due to him punching walls, or when minutes later-on and after the alleged assault took place on him, he then proceeded to smashed the living daylights out of one of my mates faces, whilst using his bare hands to do so, - and if the truth be known, this is probably how his injuries really did occur.

     Almost three weeks later, the trial and was coming to a close, the jury were out and the court was waiting their verdict.  My father, who had been there throughout the trial, tapped me on the shoulder with a very concerned look on his face.  He said; “Son, the Daily Mail, Express and the Sun newspapers are outside, and they want to interview you and John and take some photographs”. - I at first refused and said; ‘after the decision of the verdict was given’.  My dad then pointed out what the newspapers told him; “They will be printing the story anyway, and emphasised the fact, that it would look much worst if they printed a photograph of me handcuffed and on my way to prison”, - with front page headlines stating along the lines; “Scum, Guilty of GBH on Defenceless Policeman”.

     So I bowed to the pressure and agreed to have photo’s taken, - and give my version of events in the interviews to these newspapers.  John and I went outside the grounds and posed for the camera’s and gave our story.  I was asked what I think the jury’s decision will be.  I replied, I only hope they come back with the right ‘not guilty’ decision, as I don’t think I could take being sent to prison for a crime I didn’t commit.  After the interviews and photo shoot, we returned to the courtroom to await the jury’s verdict, my heart was pumping like mad, and could feel it thumping through my chest, as the sweat dripped of my hands.  I 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 set-up and framed. Which read 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 had 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, as I was to experience the full force of police brutality, yet another time.  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, and when unfortunately I did, it was big time, -  and the full brunt 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 all recognition.  Some years later, he committed suicide, though it can’t be confirmed the reason was connected to that police incident, but through my various conversations with him, and other friends, I can say it was at least contributory, as 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 direct result of that vicious beating by the police, yet soon after this incident, the same happy go, lucky go fellow, was suffering from bouts of depression, that stayed with him the rest of his life, - and until the day he so tragically died.  As I have said; I’ve either witnessed police brutality, or been on the receiving end of it.  I know their capabilities, and how they will hurt you and frame you, - as they can get away with almost anything, including murder, as you could say they’re 'licensed to kill', – really, - and where the term originally comes from, as it is indeed; the army and secret services, - whom are techincally licensed to do so, thoug now, post 9/11, it's been extended to the Boys in Blue, - or should I say black?          

Extract from Trapped in a Masonic World - http://www.trappedinamasonicworld.co.uk