THE DEVIL AND MRS JONES |
Premath to Assange and Wikkileaks ? Is being liberally minded and anti establishment in modern Britain worth being crushed like an insect underfoot by santicmonious judges ? For the bubbly singer Janie Jones, being caught in the aftermath of the Keeler scandal, was no joke. Despite lack of real evidence of so called public corruption, this highly talented and universally accepted singer married to the equally talented disc jockey Simon Dee, fought helplessly against diehard hypocrites who sought favours of her she was not prepared to give. It cost her her freedom, her virtual sanity and scarred her for the rest of her life as she lay submissive to one of the most horrifying women in British criminal history – Myra Hindley the Moors murderess. Janie has been back in her Campden Hill Road house for some years, but it is a well understood consideration that she is lucky to be alive and that as a victim of perversive prosecutors, alone and undefended, she languished in a dangerous prison she should have never been sent to. In fact, if the intention was to alter her psychological makeup, it makes Guantanamo pale by comparison. Decades later, it is difficult to look at her in the eyes and not feel the pain carefully hidden by a proud, robust and sensuous woman with a golden voice that was not allowed to claim her following. Janie had had her day with pop hits and celebrity status. She was no Liza Doolittle, but she could fill a theatre with her presence and radiant personality. Her life on the up and up coaster was only months away from a descent that she or any other could never have imagined. The truth is that despite the glamourous pictures of the capable, protective and democratic establishment which all Western governments try to paint of themselves, the full nature of the animal only comes to light when it is met head on and usually by naive and unsuspecting citizens. Even then, not all the fangs become visible and once inside those horrendous jaws the psychological assault destined to crush those who dare to cock a snoop at it, do their dirty work. Janie Jones´s prison years of fear and despair merit the attention that only she can give us and which she tried to do in her book The Devil and Mrs. Jones. Even then, the cold unforgiving establishment stood with closed ranks, ready to protect its own petty interests. The book, written long after the event and very much overdue, met with a problem - the judge who sentenced her had got whiff of its immediate publication and coincidentally chose the same publisher to get his out first and thereby practically invalidate the impact of Janie´s own. Just what sort of pressure is at play in these situations, is almost impossible to imagine, but the horror of thos shameful years must have come crowding back in those very first moments of realisation that her own very personal enemies were still at large. In this day and age such events hardly seem possible but fact, too often, is lamentably weirder than fiction especially when it comes to those so called protectors of public interest or worse still, public morals.
Self appointed executioners.
Janie Jones broke the social rules, but that is all she did. Being in the public eye and doing irresponsibly silly things, like Christine Keeler (who forgot to check the credential of her lovers), was a very dangerous thing in the 60´s and 70´s. Much of the so called CIA involvement in undeciphered deaths of celebrities who did not conform to these unwritten social tenets, have been the subject of too many conspiracy theories to enter into here. The case of Janie Jones in the sacronsanct territory of parliamentary Britain, however, is a clear indication of an establishment too closely knit at too high a level to be considered of any form of interest to genuine public safety. What really upset the hierarchy, was the fact that she took her voluminous bra off during a film premiere – something that is hardly of much consequence today, even if they are not of silicone free originals, but then, it was the era of acute social hypocricy. Whilst hanging judges pointed crooked fingers at terrified social upstarts, paedophilic and wantonly licentious high profile figures boasted high flings in the upper circles that law enforcement officers and hopelessly prejudiced, massophobic judges overlooked. Not so for the heaving masses exposed by the barriers brought down by beetlemania and hippy breakthroughs. For the the so called guardians of public morals, such devilry within the lower ranks had to be exposed and obliterated with the highest and often spine chilling obscene strokes of manipulated law. It is no coincidence that practically all the last four or five wretches to hang in Britain were innocent of the crimes attributed to them. Timothy Evans, whose blatant innocence and victim of the real killer was just such another wet rag in the hands of professional, persuasive, prosecuters determined to show the public that killers were caught. Then Hanratty, who was miles away from the scene of the crime at the time but who satisfied the criteria of likely suspect and like the others, became another of those life´s unfortunates. Two, of so many countless, undefended, lonely humans who fall foul of the system and become prey to their accusers Even the hapless and tormented Ruth Ellis - a frail soul bound in love of the man she shot, deserved to live. Manslaughter whilst the balance of the mind was disturbed, would have been a Christian approach. The very brutal hanging was hardly an example to a society supposedly in awe of the sanctity of life. So much so also for the moral high ground, the exemplary forces of mature democracies and for the decisions it takes in the name of the people they represent. Without doubt, this was the straw that broke the camel´s back and capital punishment together with those loathsome executioners went with the new tide.
In some European countries, the establishment would fail to satisfy a mere modicum of the tenets suposedly held sacred by the very constitution which is supposed to set the standards. Behind-the-scenes, power merchants and networks of the type that rule the roost, demonstrate unwittingly that the very nature of democracy appears to be gravely misunderstood. The lamentable danger is that the corrective insitutions which were created to give society its potential for balance and protection, all too often hold hands and support each others´s decisions and mistakes This makes for poor progess in the direction of improvement and cases like that of Janie Jones still occur with regularity in some of the lesser evolved countries within Europe. What makes the matter worse today, is the bureacratic meshes that not only clog their own country but ride alongside the even more inacessible bureaucracy of the Europe supposedly set up to prevent such things.
Bra waving may not have been one of Mrs. Pankhursts radical weapons, when she tied herself to the parliamentary railings, but for Janie it was the very edge of the abyss. What followed and which led to her formal conviction and celebrated title of the wickedest women in Britain had nothing to do with basic justice and today it can be seen to to have been no more than basic stage rigging, by little men with even smaller minds.
Prosecution on demand.
During one of Janie´s much sought after parties in the very house she now occupies, two clumsy young prostitutes who claimed Janie´s sympathy and help, were manipulated, it would seem, by off centre policemen (possibly under instruction from above) . They laid the wreath on Janie´s life by claiming that the house was a distribution centre for drugs and a backroom for prostitution. There was no real ev idence available even if some of the partygoers were as high as kites. The odd couple in the odd room, so frequent in any party, tied up the case for the prosecution. Having lived through the period, one could almost venture to say that in more palatial residences and in lonely outposts of aristocratic magnificence, the real things took place most days and was much enjoyed by those wagging fingers which feared the unlikely waves that a fun loving singer and newly arrived celebrity could possibly create. Taking the ascendant nature of Janie´s career and remarkable talent, it was less than likely that Janie and co were doing anything other than having a whale of a time. but the establishment, has ways and means of making lots of people not just talk, but incarcerate, however inhumanly, whomever it chose. All it takes is coordination between law enforcement agencies and judicial prosecutors. It is a well known fact that most of the people in Western prisons are borderline cases of delinquency and the product of the loose application of justice on helpless, low intelligence individuals.
A cautionary sentence would have been a great deal more acceptable, in this particular case. Highly geared evidence however, reeking of prejudice and malice dangled over the unuspecting Mrs Jones, would make sure that it was not to be - and incredibly, a high security psychiatric prison with Britain´s most dangerous criminals was to become her home for a few years to come.
Solzhenitsyn´s archipelago would have been a cosier establishment, but then the West does things differently. Janie Jones, entered a hell specially woven by her detractors and no doubt the possible pangs of conscience of people probably still alive today. Living within the grasp of one of the Moors murderers who had shown, lesbianic tendencies, was a scenario that should have shamed not just the judge and his petty maipulators, but the whole of British society. The latter, should have been capable, given the levels of education, to have seen through the whole issue and allowed those seeking her release to triumph over such obvious calculated evil.
It is impossible to understand how the woman who emerged from this dungeon, was capable of rational thought and reasonable health. In cases like these, corruption at the highest levels often stoops to worse things - making sure that the victims do not live to tell the tale, but in this instance, mercifully, Janie was spared and whilst her vision of people, authority and natural justice may have been impaired, world society owes her a debt. It owes Janie her right to feel that injustice and hypocricy of this nature died with her case and perhaps help her feel that her own torture chamber served some sort of palpable purpose. I remember reading and holding a letter addressed to Janie, written by Ian Brady (Myra´s accomplice) My body shook with the impact of the intrinsic evil that made him kill all those children who screamed for their mums before shedding their blood and limbs in unknown graves. He feared that Janie would help Myra get out of prison before he did but he should have known her better. Myra died in jail and Janie, the only one who could have got her out, the damned Mrs. Jones, had the ethical standards of assuring a breathless, albeit weak society which showed her no mercy, that the Moors´murderess had only one home. It then becomes even more difficult to understand or remotely accept what this, strangely childlike highly talented and once joyful ambitious singer could have possible had in common with those monsters, for some twisted judge to get her to share her life with them.
But then society has evolved beyond recognition and today,Janie would have been able to turn the tables on her persecutors by voicing her rights. She could perhaps have been able to point the finger at those within the law enforcement agencies who framed her because she had dared to deny them access to her lavish parties and perhaps her body. Who knows, but then Wikileaks perpertrators who have probably provided the only source of genuine entertainment in these heavy days, may be facing the fangs of the same tired, hypocritical and bubble wrapped bureaucracy which damned her. It is however no coincidence (and perhaps a parody), that the very net that outlawed him may well be the one to raise its awesome cry against the lynching mobsters. Democracy like the Phoenix rises from the most curious places.
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