What about their victims? Do they have a chance of getting out of the grave? NO.
What about their families do they ever recover? NO.
I was bought up in Shoreditch when the Kays ruled the East End, I remember sitting on the floor of my friend's flat playing, I was only a little girl, when Reggie came in to pick up his girlfriend. I looked up and a chill ran through me. He tried to be affable, but the overwhelming feeling was of pure evil. She committed suicide. The Krays committed murder. Their "day job".
So why am I writing this now?
My friend has just been to a bookshop in Bicester where she was entertained by a double murderer who has now turned author, he says he's turned his life around.
and this article:
“Erwin James” is a name familiar to many Guardian readers, having written for the paper since 2000. His is the nom de plume of the murderer James Monahan.
The Daily Mail reported in 2009, that The Guardian had allowed Monahan to lie about details, through his “Erwin James” pseudonym. We learn:
In 1985 he was sentenced to life with a minimum of 14 years for the brutal murders of theatrical agent Greville Hallam and 29-year-old solicitor Angus Cochrane, both committed three years earlier.
Monahan had been 28 and living as a squatter when, with accomplice William Ross, 25, whom the court would later hear he ‘dominated’, he murdered Greville Hallam. The 48-year-old’s body was found, bound and naked, in the bedroom of his Hampstead maisonette. A television, stereo and video equipment had been stolen. […] Mr Hallam met Monahan at the Golden Lion pub in Soho, where the latter was selling videos, and invited him and Ross back to his home. Monahan, 6ft 2in and powerfully built, strangled the older man with an arm lock before plundering his home.
Three months later, Angus Cochrane, a solicitor for the Coal Board based in Doncaster and in London for a conference, was set upon while walking down The Mall. He was dragged from the pavement into the rose gardens of St James’s Park. He was punched, kicked and beaten with a brick, before being left for dead while his killers made off with what little money he had in his wallet. He died of his head injuries four days later. His parents were faced with the agonising decision of switching off the life-support machine.
So, do we forgive and forget a double murder? Do we forgive countless lies enough to allow this demon to give talks about his prison life and how bad it was? Do we pay for the priviledge of listening to this creature?
In my Hilary Long there is only is only one murderer who survives the others get their come-uppance. But my books are fiction, Bicester bookshop is paying a murderer to talk about FACT.
Should we punish these people forever? No.
Should we pay them to entertain us with their tales of woe? No.
Everyone has personal choice. There is always an alternative. There is always a path
away from evil. Anyone can always choose to do the right thing. Anyone.
Remember, evil always wears a smiling face.