The worst thing that those campaigning for justice could do is allow their comments or private thoughts to stand up stories that make headlines in newspapers but do not assist the police with their inquiries.
The new allegations are more serious than anything previously reported. Campaigners should proceed with caution, keeping their critical faculties alert at all times. Above all, beware of reporters looking for easy headlines.
I sort of assumed this story was floated by the investigation to try & get some more witnesses to come forward to help corroborate “Nick”s story
..we know Savile did connect to Cyril Smith…
Pair met at a medieval banquet in Worsley, Greater Manchester
In 1973, Smith appeared on Savile's TV show Clunk Click
Savile later appeared with Smith in a Liberal Party political broadcast
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...-position-access-young-boys-Jimmy-Savile.html
…..and Smith to Peter Righton….
http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/new-victim-links-notorious-paedophile-1815932
…and Cyril was acting as the network’s enforcer – rushing around confiscating dossiers as & when required…presumably a pretty intimidating presence when in a bad mood….
…2 sources place him at Elm Guest House …..
David Issett and a boy who worked there Danczuk tracked down….
…when you start mapping it out you can join David Steel to Smith,
Ian Campbell Dunn &
Peter Hayman…to Clegg ( bit of a dotted line that one )…
who links to Brittan..it just goes on & on…
…as regards deep historical background…how horribly resonant is this…
The super-cop who busted London's child brothels
….one evening in 1882, he met a woman called Mary Jeffries, who told him proudly about the brothels she owned and the number of girls she trafficked, adding that no one could touch her as she ‘only did business with gentlemen of the highest rank in life’.
Never one to shirk a challenge, Minahan took to hanging around outside her brothels watching these gentlemen of the highest rank coming and going - and writing everything down in his notebook.
The first inkling that this might not be a great career move came when his notebook was stolen from his locked desk.
When Minahan reported what he’d witnessed to his superior officer, he was transferred again - this time to the even more distant suburb of Highgate. He was demoted to sergeant and had his pay cut in half.
Minahan decided that he’d had enough. He offered his resignation and appealed directly to the Home Secretary, Sir William Harcourt. What Minahan didn’t know was that Harcourt, even by Victorian standards, was a colossally creepy pervert - he’s believed to have had an incestuous gay relationship with his own son.
Not only that, he was one of Mrs Jeffries’ most regular customers.
Harcourt, predictably enough, told him to get lost - whereupon ‘the black cloak of vengeance settled upon the broad bones of Jeremiah’s shoulders’, as O’Donnell puts it in her distinctively florid way.