In a Fox news interview some time ago, Donald Trump was asked to explain his respect for Putin. “He is the leader of his country,” Trump replied before pointing out he was also involved in the fight against the Islamic State terrorists.
The interview then pointed out that: “Putin’s a killer.”
And Trump responded: “There are lots of killers. We’ve got lots of killers. What, do you think our country’s so innocent?”
It was a refreshingly honest thing to hear and if any President in the Sixties or Seventies had said it, he’d have been lauded by radicals everywhere. Times have changed.
Now the reaction was uniform and thundered from every pulpit: A disgraceful thing to say! There is no moral equivalence with Russia.
Yes, hand on heart, I’d rather be living in America or Britain than in Russia. There is no economic or social equivalence. But moral equivalence?
Liberal democracy depends on prosperity, when that goes, the glove comes off. Sometimes the glove slips, as in the case of the unfortunate Doctor Kelly.
Dr Kelly, a government weapons inspector, threatened disclosure of the Weapons of Mass Destruction lie that took us into Iraq. Such a disclosure threatened the Blair regime and possibly British Intelligence.
On July 19th 9 am Dr Kelly’s body was found in an Oxfordshire wood. A mere three hours later Lord Hutton received a telephone call from the Lord Chancellor, a former flatmate of Tony Blair. Would he chair an inquiry into the death of Dr David Kelly?
Six months later the inquiry reached the conclusion that David Kelly had taken his own life: ‘…the principle cause (being) bleeding from incised wounds to his left wrist which Dr Kelly had inflicted on himself with the knife found besides his body.’ His report added: ‘It is probable that the ingestion of an excess amount of co-proxamol tablets coupled with apparently clinically silent coronary heart disease would have played a part in bringing about death more certainly and more rapidly than would have otherwise been the case
. . . I am further satisfied that no other person was involved in the death of Dr Kelly.’
It went on to accuse the arguments of dissenting reporters as ‘defective’ and absolve ‘Intelligence’ from responsibility for the advice that led to the Iraq war.
What were the ‘defective’ arguments of these dissenting reporters?
Some pointed out strange it was that Hutton was asked to chair his enquiry less than three hours after Kelly’s body was found and before any medical professional had examined it, before it had been formally identified and before anyone even knew how he had died.
Secondly, the ‘Inquiry’ replaced the traditional ‘Coroner’s report where witnesses give testimony on oath and thus removing any threat of being found guilty of perjury. In fact, there was nothing to worry about at all. Dr Kelly’s death certificate was presented five weeks before the Inquiry stopped hearing evidence, which indicates that the ‘authorities’ had already decided how he had died.
On top of all this, Hutton excluded dozens of key witnesses. One was a close friend of Dr Kelly, Mai Pederson a former U.S Air Force officer. Pederson revealed how an old arm injury prevented Dr Kelly from holding a knife properly, and that he suffered from ‘unexplained dysphagia’ meaning he couldn’t swallow pills.
Medical experts also questioned whether Dr Kelly could have died by cutting his ulnar artery which is so small it is impossible to bleed to death by cutting it.
There were no fingerprints on the knife even though Dr Kelly wasn’t wearing gloves—a fact known to the police, but not mentioned at the enquiry.
And finally, in the true spirit of —‘Move on, nothing to see here’ —Lord Hutton made a final but secret request to the state: All records not produced in evidence be closed to the public for thirty years and for all photographs of Dr Kelly’s body and all medical reports relating to his death to be sealed for 70 years.
I don’t know what makes me more angry: the killing of Doctor Kelly, the amateurish nature of it or the even more amateurish cover up, revealing a powerful contempt for both the public and truth. So, yes, in this case Donald Trump hit the nail on the head.
But on a lighter note. Today is the feast day of Christina The Astonishing, a C12th Walloon who leapt from her coffin at her funeral and flew into the roof of the church refusing to come down because the stench of sin was unbearable. She went on to live in an oven and later a tree. And if you believe that, you’ll likely believe the Hutton Report.