I try to track down my tormentors ... and make a chilling discovery
THE day after my case is dismissed, I call the man who I will call Yewtree 16. He is not a celebrity, but my former neighbour in Hyde Park Square who was arrested as a result of the same allegations.
I was named by the police as Yewtree 15. We were accused by the same two people.
He tells me that our accusers, who I refer to as ‘Primary’ and ‘Secondary’, both lived in our neighbourhood in the late 1970s. I did not know them, but being teenagers they probably knew where the Radio 1 DJ lived.
He says Primary was expelled from Catholic boarding school at 15 for making a false sexual allegation against a priest.
And Secondary had endured a life-changing trauma.
He returned from work some years ago to find his wife hacked to death by robbers. The gang then attacked Secondary until he feigned death. Why would a man who has endured unimaginable wrongdoing inflict injury upon other innocents? How could anyone who survived an unbearable court case wish to go back to the witness box?
I already know Secondary did not go to the police.
Primary gave the police his name. In Yewtree 16’s account, Secondary told a mutual acquaintance that he never accused me. Secondary considered Primary unreliable.
I have endured a year of psychological torture because the police bought the story of one man who’d done this before, seemingly because they invited the public to accuse celebrities and told them: ‘You will be believed.’
They sowed falsehood, and they reaped lies.