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It’s Time We Knew The Truth About Kate and Gerry McCann

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None of us knows what happened to Madeleine McCann.  There are only a couple of people on Earth that do know, and we don’t know who those people are.  All that most of us can offer is speculation and conjecture, based on tabloid headlines, and news reports.  Some of the information might be accurate, and I’m sure there is certainly a lot missing.  I will therefore not presume to make any kind of bold statement, siding against or with the McCanns.  I don’t think anybody should be totally committal with their opinion until the information available is definitive.  Many people seem to have an absolutely categorical opinion, one way or the other, based only on a few words, or snatched rumours, or a glimpse from the corner of an eye on the news.  People argue vehemently, either for or against, without knowing what actually happened.  What I will do, however, is try to articulate the uneasiness I feel about two parents.

I should say, before I begin, that I am not an ardent researcher in this subject.  I know that many people spend a great many hours scouring the internet for facts.  I am not one of them.  Nor I have I particularly read a great deal on the subject, mainly because so much in the tabloids is untrue.  Any information I cite, I should warn, has been gleaned from the media, and websites, and newspapers, and has not been vigorously researched.  I am not a McCann expert.  Therefore, I apologise if any of the information I discus in incorrect, or inaccurate.  In truth, most of the information in circulation on this subject, and any subject, is sketchy at best.

As I said in my previous blog, the first thing that struck me as strange, when Madeleine first went missing, is Kate McCann’s words when she ran into the Tapas restaurant after discovering that Madeleine was missing.  She shouted; “They’ve taken her, they’ve taken her.”  Who are they?  If you use the word ‘they’, you must surely have a particular person, or people, in mind.  Either that, or you’re improperly rehearsed.

On the subject of Kate’s return to the restaurant after the discovery, I was interested to learn today that one of the questions the police asked Kate, one of many that she refused to answer, was why she left the twins in the hotel room.  Having discovered Madeleine missing, purportedly taken by an intruder, Kate left her twins in their beds, and ran down to the restaurant to raise the alarm.  The police wanted to know why Kate did this, and why she would leave the twins in bed, when whoever took Madeline could still be around, even still in the same room, concealed.  Why, if you knew there was someone in the vicinity capable of taking a child, would you leave your two toddlers alone?  Kate refused to answer this question, like all the others. 

The second thing I found amiss was Madeline’s Cuddly Cat.  From the first day that Kate McCann appeared on the news, she was clutching Madeline’s small toy cat.  In the subsequent weeks and months, every time Kate was photographed, or appeared on the news, at press conferences, or meeting the Pope, she was holding the apparently named Cuddly Cat.  An image was projected to the world of a grief-wracked, distraught mother, in a foreign country, clinging to the only small piece of comfort she could find, the only thing she had to hold onto of Madeline’s. 

I found it interesting to learn, some time ago, that apparently this cat of Madeleine’s had been rigorously washed in a washing machine during the initial days of her disappearance.  Why would a parent want to wash away any trace or scent of their missing daughter out of her most loved possession?  That cat would be something so close to Madeline, it would have her smell, and smudges, and sweat, and tears, it would have slept with her from birth, Madeleine’s whole presence would be tied up in that cat.  As a parent, why would you wash away the last traces you had of your child?

The facts and details of the Police reports are so uncertain, and so often contradictory, that I won’t attempt to dissect the intricacies of the case, because it is impossible for anyone other than the people in that apartment that night to know what is truth.  I will, however, briefly mention one or two facts which have particularly caught the collective attention.

The fact that cadaver and blood odour was detected by dogs, both in the boot of the car, and on Kate McCann’s clothes.  How did it get there? 

The fact that the entire hotel room had apparently been bleached and deep-cleaned from floor to ceiling.  If your child had been taken, why would you sterilise the crime scene with bleach, removing any evidence or trace of whoever had been there, and taken her?

The fact that the McCann’s continually make a theatrical performance of offering to take polygraph tests, and then back out, and have so far refused to take any lie detector test. 

The fact that Kate McCann refused to answer any of the questions asked by Police.

The fact that she felt she needed legal representation.  

If you wanted to find your daughter, and you had nothing to hide, why would you refuse to co-operate, and answer any questions?  What harm could be done, if you were innocent, by giving honest answers to the questions, and helping with the investigation. 

What I find is that the people most defensive of the McCanns are basing their support for them on very little, and are simply unwilling to believe that such nice, upstanding people, and doctors, could be in any way responsible for the death or disappearance of their child.  On the other hand, the people most critical of the McCanns appear to base their opinion on the facts presented, rather than emotion. 

Personally, I think we should focus on finding Madeleine, and give no further time to the books frequently published by the McCanns, and the publicity stunts, and television appearances.  I think it would be beneficial for the Police to be more forthcoming with the information they do have, and for us all to focus on the little girl, rather than her disturbing and media-hungry parents.  One thing I would like to know, however, is why the McCanns seem so unwilling to help the investigation, if they have nothing to hide. 

I think it’s about time we knew the truth about these people, one way or the other, so that we can either offer them our love and compassion as devastated parents, or bring them to justice as criminals.

 

 

The fine line between sympathy and condemnation for the McCanns

Feeling no sympathy whatsoever for the parents of Madeleine McCann will not be a way of making myself very popular, but hearing Kate McCann talking this week about how she thinks someone tried to abduct Madeleine the night BEFORE she was actually left alone to be taken from her bed, fills me with disgust rather than compassion.

As a woman, I put myself in the position of a mother and find it impossible to understand how this woman could leave a young child and two babies in their beds, in a hotel room in a foreign country, while she went out with friends, not once but repeatedly.  Not only this, but she already had the suspicion that someone had been in the room and tried to take the children the previous night.  How can one feel sorry for her?  Kate told the press this week, on Madeliene’s eighth birthday, that on the morning the abduction happened Madeliene had asked why her mum and dad didn’t come straight to the children’s room when they were crying the night before.  ‘I never thought for one minute that there was something sinister’ is what she said, ‘I just worried, had she woken up and nobody had been there? But obviously, when we discovered she’d gone, it just seemed very likely to me that in fact, somebody had maybe tried the same thing the night before and had been disturbed, maybe when the children started screaming. There was something about it that just didn’t seem right.’

Meanwhile, Gerry McCann seems almost dismissive of their own responsibility for their children; ‘Who’s thinking about child abductions in a little sleepy out-of-season tourist resort? It never entered our minds. We felt very safe – it was a family resort.’

I’m not a parent yet myself, but I don’t know how anyone could feel like that, let alone say those words after their child had been kidnapped while they drank and ate a meal with friends.  How can you ever be off-duty when it comes to your children?

It fills my stomach with an uneasiness to hear it.  The whole world is expected to be moved to tears with compassion for this woman, this mother, because she’s lost her child, but where my sympathy lies is with a little girl who was left alone in a room, taken by a stranger, and then who knows what happened to her?  The fact that that little girl was probably crying for her parents, frightened, and then has potentially been through the most unbearable ordeal subsequently, is a tragedy.  When I see Kate McCann crying on the news, clutching Madeleine’s cuddly cat, I don’t feel moved; I feel revulsion.

And, of-course, these new interviews and statements are not merely in honour of Madeleine’s eighth birthday.  The McCanns have a new book to promote.  With the title Madeleine: Our Daughter’s Disappearance and the Continuing Search for Her, and with the words; ‘All proceeds donated to Madeleine’s fund’ (which presumably means the McCann’s bank account) on the front cover, the book is the latest publicity stunt in a long line.  My less cynical self thinks that any mother in that position, myself included, would want to draw as much attention as possible to their missing daughter’s plight.  However, I’m inclined to think that the attention the McCann’s solicit isn’t necessarily in Madeline’s interest alone.

Many online commentators and blogs have expressed the view that the book will do little to actually find Madeleine, and that the price has already been reduced by half by Waterstones and other major retailers.  There are many sceptics willing to broach the feeling that all is not right with the McCanns, and I tend to agree with them.  After the initial welling up of empathy for the family, and the concern for a missing girl, cracks began to appear in the apparently perfect tragedy; none less than the McCann’s hire car, where blood was found.

I haven’t been able to make my mind up about the McCann’s, and I don’t really want to until we have real information and evidence about what happened, because none of us really knows one way or the other, what happened to Madeleine.  From the first day the news story broke,I’ve always felt concern for Maddie, but have never been able to overcome a certain uneasiness about the parents.  Whenever I look at them, or read statements they’ve made, I can never make myself forget a nagging feeling that something isn’t right.

I think it started with what Kate apparently said when she ran down back down to the Tapas bar, after finding her daughter gone.  I can’t track down the exact quote, but I remember clearly from the media at the time, what she cried out was; ‘They’ve taken her, they’ve taken her.’  Now, to me, this feels odd.  Firstly, the use of ‘they’ implies that there is a specific person in her mind.  Speaking speculatively, I would imagine that were I in that situation myself, I would be more inclined to say; ‘Someone’s taken her’, rather than ‘they.’  Who are ‘they’?  It doesn’t feel right.

I’ve always held the view that they had something to do with it, which was made all the more plausible in 2007, when the McCanns first offered to take a polygraph test, or lie detector test, as a publicity exercise to prove their innocence, and then staunchly refused when the moment came.  What would Jeremy Kyle say?  If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to worry about.

Of-course, this is only my own opinion and gut feeling, but instincts often turn out to be right on the money.  My only hope is that Madeleine is somewhere safe, and hasn’t been harmed.  For a little girl to suffer would be horrific.


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