Another article and more snippets from Kates book. Clear the object of the exercise to keep each other from being charged with the death of Madeleine. Their ONLY concern is about themselves and their own self preservation. Those who covered for them and continue to do so should be deeply concerned , Kate McCann is a vicious woman and turns on those who have been good to her without a moments thought . Her opinion in her book on the British media 'they are vultures'....the fawning BBC happy to smear Amaral 'sloppy' Mike O' Sullivan like a lap dog outside the Lisbon Court...and as we say over here ' you have been suckered guys, screwed and used by your good friends the McCanns''... and boy are they guilty.
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Wednesday, 8 June 2011Fantasy Land
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Wednesday, 8 June 2011Fantasy Land
The chapter 16 of Kate "McCann" 's book, "madeleine" without an initial capital M, is titled, to my great amusement, Fantasy Land.
To me the whole case could be called this way too. Alas for one exception: what became of the Child Madeleine Beth McCann. I doubt that this little girl had often been in fantasy land before that fateful holiday, and certainly isn't now, unless angels / or as her mother claims, the abductor, "treat her like a princess, with fairness and respect, blah...
In this short extract we come to find out, among a few interesting other points, how a witness claims to have seen the McCanns carrying a big black bag.
It's curious as I never read any statement of the sort in the files, but then again I never got the leisure, unlike Kate, to spend a solid 6 months of my life to scrutinise these police documents - although I can do my bit of research.
I would appreciate if she, since she calls herself an Author, didn't content herself with providing snippets of the sort, that don't specify either the date, or the time, the place, etc. I have searched for long and found only one witnessing which is published a bit further below.
Kate obviously hasn't got a good literacy background otherwise she would know about referencing.
If you quote someone, even without naming them, then you need to provide in your annexe of references the details about it. The lack of documentation regarding all she states about the case and the PJ is deplorable, it's supposed to be a book about the case, yet, there is no solid reference or reproduced scan! Kate surely didn't care to look at Harward Referencing, even to write a book, but is that surprising?!
Here is the extract in question:
"A witness claimed to have seen Gerry and me carrying a big black bag and acting suspiciously. This was absolute nonsense, but ‘evidence’ of this kind came down to one person’s word against another. And it appeared that, as far as the PJ were concerned, our word counted for little.
Here is the extract in question:
"A witness claimed to have seen Gerry and me carrying a big black bag and acting suspiciously. This was absolute nonsense, but ‘evidence’ of this kind came down to one person’s word against another. And it appeared that, as far as the PJ were concerned, our word counted for little.
‘If you were Portuguese,’ Carlos said with an air of resignation, ‘this would be enough to put you in prison.’
'The only conclusion I could draw was that we’d been framed, though this seemed completely implausible. Faced with something like this, way beyond the sphere of your experience, it is natural to dismiss it as impossible, but that doesn’t mean it is. When I thought about all that had happened so far, maybe anything was possible. In any event, it seemed we’d underestimated the magnitude of the fight we had on our hands.'
'Even our own lawyer appeared to think, based on what he’d been told, that the police had a good case against us. I could see by this time that Gerry was starting to crack.'
'Then came the best bit.
Carlos announced what the police had proposed. If we, or rather I, admitted that Madeleine had died in an accident in the apartment, and confessed to having hidden and disposed of her body, the sentence I’d receive would be much more lenient: only two years, he said, as opposed to what I’d be looking at if I ended up being charged with homicide.'
'Pardon? I really wasn’t sure if I could possibly have heard him correctly. My incredulity turned to rage.
How dare they suggest I lie?'
How dare they expect me to live with such a charge against my name?
'And even more importantly, did they really expect me to confess to a crime they had made up, to falsely claim to the whole world that my daughter was dead, when the result would be that the whole world stopped looking for her?
This police tactic might have worked successfully in the past but it certainly wasn’t going to work with me. Over my dead body. ‘You need to think about it,’ Carlos insisted. ‘It would only be one of you. Gerry could go back to work.’
I was speechless.'
This police tactic might have worked successfully in the past but it certainly wasn’t going to work with me. Over my dead body. ‘You need to think about it,’ Carlos insisted. ‘It would only be one of you. Gerry could go back to work.’
I was speechless.'
The incentive to accept this ‘offer’ seemed to be that if we didn’t agree to it, the authorities could or would go after us for murder, and if we were found guilty, we might both receive life sentences. Was this what it came down to? Confess to this lesser charge or risk something much worse?
Gerry was distraught now.
He was on his knees, sobbing, his head hung low.
‘We’re finished. Our life is over,’ he kept saying over and over again.
The realization that we were at the mercy of an incomprehensible criminal justice system had hit him hard.
It was excruciating to see him like this.
I love him so much and he is usually so strong.
I was very conscious that my response was different. Maybe I should have been on my knees, too. Why wasn’t I crying? Was my behaviour making me look cold or guilty? Again, my only explanation is that it was beyond comprehension.
I might as well have been a character in a soap opera. Any time now the director would call ‘Cut!’ and this scene would be over. Even today, I struggle to believe it actually took place.
It was excruciating to see him like this.
I love him so much and he is usually so strong.
I was very conscious that my response was different. Maybe I should have been on my knees, too. Why wasn’t I crying? Was my behaviour making me look cold or guilty? Again, my only explanation is that it was beyond comprehension.
I might as well have been a character in a soap opera. Any time now the director would call ‘Cut!’ and this scene would be over. Even today, I struggle to believe it actually took place.
There was a phrase Carlos must have used about twenty times: ‘This is the point of no return.’ I could feel myself shaking."