I was shocked to hear over the radio that former British Conservative
Prime Minister Sir Edward Heath was the subject of child sex abuse allegations.
My shock turned to anger when I discovered the flimsy web of so-called
evidence, hearsay and downright malicious gossip on which these allegations have
been made.
Let me make one point straight away. I admire Heath. I regard him as one
of the most honest, straightforward and decent Prime Ministers to have occupied
10 Downing Street in modern times. I applaud his greatest achievement in taking
the United Kingdom into what became the European Union.
Those who now campaign for the country to leave the EU are living in a
fool’s paradise which, if they have their way, will see the UK quickly sink to
the status of a third world banana republic – but that is an argument for
another day.
I met Sir Edward on two occasions. During the 1970 UK election I was
part of what is now called the ‘media scrum’ that followed him on the campaign
trail. I remember once when we got him to pose under a street sign that stated
‘Turn Right One Way Only’. The picture went national and he thought it was a
great joke.
The second time, almost 30 years later, occurred when I was in the UK on
an assignment and he happened to be giving an address at a university near
where I was staying. I called his office and asked if I could interview him
after his speech for a ‘Lion in Winter’-type’ feature. The reply came back
agreeing as long as I bought a bottle of good scotch to the meeting. This was
duly presented and mostly consumed during a convivial and successful evening.
I do not claim to have been his friend or even to know him well, but
those who do — even those who actively disliked him — have with almost one
voice expressed both incredulity at the accusations, and suspicion at the way Wiltshire
Police and other police forces have
jumped into the media on the basis of so little concrete evidence.
Who, for instance, is this “retired senior policeman” who claims that
more than two decades ago the prosecution of a person accused of child sex
abuse was halted by powerful political figures because that person threaten to
expose Heath as a paedophile? Perhaps it is time for this former officer to
leave his comfortable anonymity and have his claims tested under questioning.
The fact is that in the 1990s Sir Edward was neither powerful himself
nor with friends of any great political influence. He was a lonely backbencher,
ostracised by most of his own party for his constant criticisms of his
successor, Margaret Thatcher. There would have been many people in authority at
the time who would have rejoiced at this final disgrace.
Wiltshire Police then made the call for anyone who had been a victim of
Heath’s misdeeds to come forward, and of course they did in legions — those who
believe they have been wronged by the establishment and see a means of getting
back; those who want their 15 minutes of fame and those who believe there might
be a quid in it somewhere.
One newspaper ran the story of a 65-year-old man who claimed as a boy he
had been picked up by a “toff” in August, 1961 who, three years later, he
recognised from a newspaper picture as Heath. The man said he had been taken to
Heath’s flat in Park Lane and had sex with him there.
Anyone who has read Heath’s very detailed autobiography The
Course of My Life, will realise that in that month he was out of the
country in the run-up to then Prime
Minister Harold Macmillan’s ultimately unsuccessful bid to join the Common
Market . Anyway, Heath never had a flat in Park Lane.
Another astonishing accusation comes from a woman who says that when
Heath gave an outing on his yacht, Morning Cloud, to some youths from a boys’ home in the Channel Islands, she
“counted 11 on and only 10 came off”. Perhaps the yacht’s crew, many of whom
are still around, will give evidence that Sir Edward had sex with one of the
boys and then dumped him over the side. Such nonsense should be treated with
the contempt it deserves.
It is true that Heath kept his personal life very much to himself, but a
careful reading of The Course of My Life
does provide some small chinks in the armour with which he surrounds this
subject. When at Oxford in the 1930s he
speaks briefly of an idyllic summer’s day foursome spent with a fellow
undergraduate and two women “who both lost their lives in the war”.
There are also indications of a female friend in the 1940s who he saw on
occasions before and after he was demobbed following distinguished wartime
service in the Royal Artillery. It was a hectic time for him as he sought to
earn a living as a civilian while trying to find himself a suitable parliamentary
seat in which to stand for the Conservatives in the 1950 election.
He notes that the woman eventually wrote to him to say she was getting
married. Reading between the lines it is obvious this dismayed him, but after a
formal letter of congratulation he never got in touch again although “many
years later I learnt that she had had a very happy marriage”.
He never married, and perhaps this makes him an easy target for the
slurs against him. As a former Conservative MP, Michael Brown, stated in a
newspaper article a few days ago: “In the current febrile atmosphere, when it
seems to be automatically assumed that nearly every dead politician of his era
was a paedophile, it is inevitable that these police inquiries must now take
their inconclusive course.”
Dead men cannot defend themselves; dead men cannot sue for defamation.
Even, as I believe, there is not a shred of credible evidence to link Sir
Edward to these allegations; even if they are eventually revealed to be a
tissue of fabrications, it will be for this that he is remembered, especially
by those who did not live through his times.
Why now? Why has this surfaced more than a decade after his death? There
is one explanation which disgusts me, but considering the levels to which the
profession of politics has fallen, I must consider.
Before the end of 2017 a referendum is to take place on whether Britain
should remain in the European Union. Polls have suggested a close outcome, but
with those in favour of continued membership holding a slight lead.
How would it affect voting intentions if Sir Edward Heath, the
passionate European, the architect of Britain’s membership, were to be
disgraced?
Could it have come to this?