Showing posts with label Littleborough. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Littleborough. Show all posts

Monday, 29 June 2020

Let's Talk About The War


by Les May

SIR John Hawkins is considered the first English trader to profit from the demand for African slaves in the Spanish colonies of Santo Domingo and Venezuela in the late 16th century.  In other words he, along with Sir Francis Drake, was a slave traders as well as privateer.

From 1577 onwards Hawkins was Treasurer of the English Navy.  He rebuilt older ship and helped design newer, faster, sleeker, more manoeuvrable race-built galleons’These were the ships that he and Drake commanded when with less than fifty ships they took on and defeated the 130 strong Spanish Armada in 1588.

The stories around this have sometimes been described as forming the ‘foundation myth’ of English identity; plucky little England standing up to more powerful bullies and giving them a ‘bloody nose’Nearly five hundred years later it was woven into another now British myth in Edward Shanks’ poem ‘The other little boats (see below)

On 13 July 1916 my uncle Tom died during the battle of the Somme, when ‘lions were led by donkeys’His name is on the war memorial in Littleborough near Rochdale. Somewhere in Germany there will be memorial with the name of a man who died the same day.  On the island of Tiree there is a tiny graveyard and in it are fifteen stones recording Merchant Seamen whose bodies washed up on its beaches in WW2.   Near Kiel is the Möltenort U-Boat Memorial it records the names of the 30,000 submariners who died in the same war.

In Europe we have learned to live with the knowledge that our past and those who peopled it, were imperfect.  We do not demand that the names of the U boat crew who fought for the Nazis be erased from memory.  We honour them as brave men, like we honour the imperfect men who ran up the beaches of Normandy in 1944.

It is that capacity, to not forget what happened, but also not to hold grudges about it, that gives me a sense of pride in being British.  Perhaps that is just something that my generation, who knew people on both sides who had lived through WW2 and are thankful it did not happen to them, can feel.  Particularly amongst students it seems that it is being replaced by an intolerant and puritanical insistence that only those whose views are deemed acceptable in the present should be remembered. Hawkins and Drake had better watch out.

If I take a somewhat jaundiced view of this it is nothing to how I feel about those privileged academics who, no doubt with an eye on furthering their careers, have decided that ‘the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon us even unto the third and fourth generation’Yes, Hawkins and Drake had better watch out.


The Other Little Boats
A pause came in the fighting and England held her breath
For the battle was not ended and the ending might be death
Then out they came, the little boats, from all the Channel shores
Free men were those who set the sails and laboured at the oars.
From Itchenor and Shoreham, from Deal and Winchelsea,
They put out into the Channel to keep their country free.

Not of Dunkirk this story, but of boatmen long ago,
When our Queen was Gloriana and King Philip was our foe,
And galleons rode the narrow seas, and Effingham and Drake
Were out of shot and powder, with all England still at stake.

They got the shot and powder, they charged the guns again,
The guns that guarded England from the galleons of Spain,
And the men that helped them do it, helped them still to hold the sea
Men from Itchenor and Shoreham, men from Deal and Winchelsea,
Looked out happily from heaven and cheered to see the work
Of their grandsons' grandsons' grandsons on the beaches of Dunkirk.

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Friday, 17 March 2017

Electoral Fraud & the Doubting Thomas's at NV!

Hello Brian,

I have looked at the Milkstone and Deeplish result from 2015 and to be honest I don't agree with you. There are plenty of local wards up and down the UK which are so strong for one party that they frequently poll over three quarters of the total vote.
I would refer you to the work of Colin Rallings and Michael Thrasher, who are both professors of Politics at Plymouth University who have been compiling and analysing local election results for over 30 years. In their studies you will see that there are in fact wards in Britain where the winning party gets over 80 percent of the vote and in some cases over 90 percent.
Indeed, in our own borough I refer you to the result in West Middleton ward in 2012, where my comrade Lil Murphy was re-elected. She polled 82.2 percent of the vote in that election which is higher than the 77.7 percent in Milkstone and Deeplish just 3 short years later. Now I do know you were writing articles for Northern Voices back in 2012, so why did you not presume there was something wrong with that result?
In that same year my comrade Billy Sheerin won Castleton with 75.1 percent of the vote, may I ask why you didn't see fit to question that result?
In 2008, Councillor Ashley Dearnley held Wardle and West Littleborough for the Tories with 80.4 percent of the vote, yet you didn't cast aspersions on that result.
Indeed only last May in 2016 my comrade Liam O'Rourke won North Heywood with almost 72 percent of the votes cast, why do you not question that result?
So as you can see there are plenty of examples in this day and age of candidates polling well into the 70 and 80 percent zone, yet for some reason you choose to single out the good people of Milkstone and Deeplish ward. What is so different about Milkstone and Deeplish ward that for some reason you question the result there while you don't question the other examples I have provided you with?

Yours sincerely 

Neil Emmott 

Thursday, 1 December 2016

The Tragedy of Stefan Kiszko


OVER 40-years ago a serious miscarriage of justice occurred in Rochdale.  Stefan Ivan Kiszko, a 23-year-old local tax clerk of Ukrainian/Slovenian parentage, served 16 years in prison after he was wrongly convicted of her sexual assault and murder.  His ordeal was described by one MP as 'the worst miscarriage of justice of all time'.  Kiszko was released in 1992 after forensic evidence showed that he could not have committed the murder.  He died in December 1993.  Ronald Castree (born 18 October 1953 in Littleborough, Lancashire) was found guilty of the crime on 12 November 2007.

Stefan Kiszko: When Even Angels Cry
AS September had just given way to October in 1975 in Britain, a young girl by the name of Lesley Molseed volunteered herself to go fetch bread for the family. In the cool air of England in autumn, her curly brunette locks bounced about as she worked her way towards a local bakery. Before she arrived there, she was snatched up by a man and whisked away to a steep hill known as Rishworth Moor. Once there, she was tossed in the grass, where she landed on her chest and she was viciously stabbed 12 times in her upper shoulders and back. Once dead, the killer lifted up her dress, exposed her underwear and ejaculated onto her undergarments. She was just 11. 
Once she was reported missing, an outcry for the discovery of her body erupted in her hometown of Rochdale. After three fruitless days, the police found her body on Rishworth Moor, decaying next to her blue linen backpack emblazoned with the symbol of Tweetie Bird. The public immediately called for the terrible, swift sword of vengeance in light of her murder. This lust for justice led authorities to man named Stefan Kiszko. 
Eerily reminiscent of the Salem Witch Trials in the United States, a gang of pre-pubescent girls had claimed that Kiszko had exposed himself to them – they would admit, years later, they had completely fabricated their claims.  When police followed up on the girl’s claims, they thought this man perfectly fit their profile of a man who would kill and masturbate over a girl.

Stefan Kiszko was a 24 year-old tax clerk of Eastern European heritage.  He was a large man, known for his kindness and social ineptitude.  It would later be revealed that he suffered from hypogonadism, or in other words, his testes were severely underdeveloped and he never underwent full puberty.  As such, he was literally a boy in a man’s body. Due to this, he lived with his mother and aunt in Rochdale.  Just before Molseed’s murder, Kiszko’s doctor had prescribed him shots of testosterone to treat his hypogonadism.  As expected, this lead Kiszko to develop sexual thoughts for the first time.  When he was apprehended by police, the police found 'girlie mags' and bags of candy in his car, which confirmed suspicions of him being a sexual deviant and a pedophile.

Upon his arrest, he was taken to the local police station.  Over the course of three days, Kiszko was subject to intense and grueling interrogations in which the police investigators pounced on every inconsistent statement Kiszko made.  At the time, suspects did not have the right to an attorney to be present during questioning; repeated pleas for the presence of his mother were ignored. Eventually, Kiszko confessed to the murder, with the erroneous belief that he would be released to his home and subsequent police inquiries would prove his innocence.

They didn’t.  He was never released back to this home.  Most damningly, his legal defense was woefully inadequate.  His lawyers never presented evidence that he had broken his ankle the summer before the murder and, given his weight, could not have scaled the hill upon which Lesley Molseed was killed.  Further, the semen samples taken from Kiszko contained no sperm while the semen recovered from Molseed’s body indeed contained sperm.  Despite all this easily verifiable proof of his innocence, Kiszko’s legal team sought to reduce the charge to manslaughter on the theory he did, in fact, commit the murder, but due to his testosterone treatments, was operating under diminished capacity.  His doctor, if he had even been called to testify, would not have agreed with that theory.  Testosterone doesn’t cause men to act like mindless beasts. 

Regardless of all this, Kiszko was convicted and sentenced to life.  The judge praised the verdict, noting the excellent nature of the police and investigatory processes, the adeptness of the prosecution and the sheer bravery of the young girls to come forward with their story. In the mind of the justice system and the hearts of the people of Rochdale, justice had been served.