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“Bungling” Bomber’s Links to Loyalists and Crime Clan

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Neil Lennon, Trish Godman and Paul McBride were all sent bombs in the post

ONE of the “bungling” bombers  who sent a letter bomb to Celtic manager Neil Lennon is a Catholic hating crime clan lieutenant  who was targeted by elite cops.

Neil McKenzie, far from being the amateur portrayed in court, was monitored by security services for his links to Loyalists and was known to elite crime squads as a serious and organised career criminal.

Defence agents for the men tried to paint them as wannabe  terrorists,  bombers who were out of their depth,  but Neil McKenzie was even followed abroad during a lengthy undercover crime squad operation.

Officers investigating the bombing campaign also found hate-filled internet sites which spoke of  ”stopping Scotland becoming a Catholic country” yet neither man faced religiously motivated charges by the close of the trial.

Police linked McKenzie  to the Jamie Daniel crime clan in Glasgow and to Loyalist groups in Belfast.
He was a trusted courier of Jamie Daniel and both men have trafficked drugs and guns together using Loyalist networks in the UK and beyond.

Daniel relies heavily on the Adams family London syndicate along with the Greek-Cypriot Arif clan to move his drugs. But whenever his illegal cargo is landed in Ireland he deals with Loyalists to ensure it’s transported across the water to blight Scotland’s cities and towns.
The fact that so much was known about McKenzie gave detectives a strong foothold in the case.

In 1994 Neil McKenzie was sent on a drugs run to Spain by Jamie Daniel. McKenzie took his girlfriend and both were being watched by officers from the elite Scottish Crime Squad. They spent a week in Spain before returning to the UK by ferry into the port of Dover.
As they were disembarking Jamie Daniel drove south from Glasgow to Annan Motorway Service Station. Daniel, a Rangers supporter,  met McKenzie in the services carpark and a bag was handed over to the crime boss.

It was then that undercover officers called in the strike to arrest all three and recover the bag, believing it to be full of class A drugs.
But as officers pounced Daniel started laughing, and when cops opened the bag they found it contained duty free booze.

Daniel had been conducting a “dummy run” to see if he was under surveillance, and it had proved priceless to him. McKenzie, the “bungling” bomber at the centre of the Lennon trial, was a trusted lieutenant and had played a  key role in Daniel’s scheme.
Officers involved had no choice but to move in, fearful that a large quantity of drugs could have flooded the streets of Scotland had they not acted.
The man who handed Jamie Daniel the bag was to become a central part of the police and security services probe into the letter bombing campaign. He has strong connections to anti-Catholic groups in Scotland and in Northern Ireland, and his Facebook page shows the crest of an armed Loyalist force as his profile picture.
Comments attributed to him on Facebook and Twitter also spout hatred of Catholics and Celtic FC.
Police and security services in the UK are already aware of strong links between Jamie Daniel’s clan and Loyalist forces in the North of Ireland, particularly in the transportation and dealing of drugs.
A source said: “The information we had on McKenzie opened the inquiry up. The fact that we had a suspect who we knew so much about was great news. All of these  men have strong links with Ulster loyalist paramilitary groups and some of them have been actively involved in serious organised crime, if not terrorism then transportation and supply of large amounts of drugs and guns.
“There can be no doubt that this campaign was anti-Catholic in nature and the links to the people we had in our sights confirmed this.”
Devices were sent to Celtic FC boss Lennon, QC Paul McBride and former MSP Trisha Godman.  Luckily all were intercepted.

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Guilty: Trevor Muirhead, 44.

Dad-of-six Muirhead, 44, of Kilwinning, Ayrshire, and McKenzie, 42, of Saltcoats, were motivated by a vicious hatred of Celtic FC and Catholics. Muirhead, a van driver known as “Big Trev”, is a former member of the Orange Order and the Apprentice Boys of Londonderry. His home was full of Rangers and loyalist material.

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Guilty: Neil McKenzie, 42, a career criminal with Loyalist links.

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Nigeria. Oil and poverty

 

by Charles Lavery

A man is  guarding the carcass of a goat as his business partners, the local butchers, sharpen their knives in the shadow of Abuja’s newly built £70 million national stadium.

The man standing guard has an AK-47 assault rifle. He holds it like he is about to use it. It is not slung casually over his shoulder, it is at waist height, has no shoulder strap, and is ready to be levelled. I ask him why he has it. “Safety,” he says. His own safety.

The starving  walk for miles to buy skinny slices of the goat he and  his Russian made weapon guard.

He stands not five miles from the centre of Abuja, the jewel in the crown of Nigeria, its new capital city, built at the expense of its own people. The queues for oils and petrol snake around the city.

Tourists do not see this, cocooned as they are within the guarded walls of hotel complexes where locals fear to tread. This spine of skyscrapers was  built for the oil executives and businessmen of the west, and the bars dotted along the backbone of a nation are populated by girls so accustomed to joining businessmen  in their rooms the concierge searches them on the way up and on the way out.

Directly across from the guarded entrance to the Abuja Hilton is a petrol station, not unlike the type you might see in any rural part of  the United Kingdom, with those antiquated fuel pumps where you could stand and watch those black on white numerals clicking round until your tank had its fill.

Only here, in the fourth richest oil state in the world, you can’t. Not when you first arrive anyway. Westerners, businessmen and the various politicos who make up the ruling elite can drive in, fill up and drive off just like you and I. As they do so, Nigerian people unfortunate enough to be born outwith the grace or favour of the ruling classes spend up to two days sleeping in their cars just to fill their tanks with petrol.

This is a country where less than 200 people control an oil wealth in the billions. When I was there a police commander walked out of a police station in Abuja with over $10 million dollars in cash from the safe. He had arranged his own private army to ensure he got it out safely. The story made page 4 of the next day’s paper, and even then it was a wing column.

As I sat in the foyer of the Abuja Hilton I watched small men with tribal scars on their faces exit from heavily armoured Humvee jeeps, as their coterie of boy soldier bodyguards surrounded them armed with assault rifles.  These small men paraded through the foyer wearing top hats cocked at a jaunty angle. They swaggered along towards the bar tap-tap-tapping silver tipped canes on the marble floor, marking the rhythm of their wealthy lives.

These men are Nigeria’s elected politicans.

A few miles outside the city gates, families lived in makeshift mud huts 20 years after they were forced from the city centre to make way for the exclusive new developments these boy soldiers and oiligarchs now inhabited.

Some went from the very land on which the 60,000-seat national stadium – centrepiece of this shiny new metropolis – now stands.

The displaced masses of the Bwari tribe were promised new homes and compensation – which never came.

Today they live in mud huts and have to steal water from a nearby reservoir which supplies the city they once called home.

The Abuja Games bid cost more than £250million but the government will still not stretch to the £10,000 cost of a borehole which would give the tribe the water they need.

Girls as young as four carry buckets of scorching sand on their heads to the village so their parents can make the bricks that will give shelter from the sun.

The searing hot grains smear their faces and leave scars and rivulets on their foreheads.

His Royal Highness Alhaji Mohammabu Baba, chief of the Bwari people, wants the world to know what has happened.

And he was desperate that the authorities who displaced his people would not benefit from the lucrative kudos the Games would bring.

In a baking hot room in the centre of a “village” with no roads, sanitation or running water, peeling photocopied pictures of a meeting he held with Bill Clinton in 2000 were pinned to a wall.

The then US President was on a whistlestop tour of Africa and had personally requested a meeting.

Chief Baba wanted the committee judging the Commonwealth Games bids to see the plight of his people – not just the shiny new wealth of Abuja.

He said at the time: “They are spending millions of pounds on the bid for these games while the people here go without water.

“”Tell the world what has happened to my people.

“Please tell everyone. They want to bring the games to Abuja. It is our land and we were moved with no compensation – nothing. We have lived like this ever since.

“President Clinton came here and promised to help. We are told he sent money but it never got here.

“Clinton demanded to speak to the chief of Abuja and they had to bring him to me.

“I am the chief of Abuja and the people who lived there. We have no water – nothing. We are forgotten.

“Our people have no food, water, money.

“Tell everyone to come and see how we live.”

At least 300,000 Bwari tribespeople were forcibly removed in the early 1980s as Nigeria sought to build a modern capital.

They now have nothing and no means to improve their circumstances. They ask for money but also for pens and notebooks.

At that time, just one kilometre away, a British company, Biwater, were extending a massive dam to hold water for the oil rich residents 10 kilometres away.

Ushafa villagers knew they could be shot on sight by private security guards  for going there to take water. A request to fund a borehole was sent to every single listed director of the company. It  fell on deaf ears.

But these people  are determined to stay on their own land and have their native Bwari rights affirmed by the Nigerian state.

Abuja city centre boasts the same multimillion-pound shopping malls seen in US and European cities.

On offer are the latest Spider-Man DVD and the new Beyonce album.

But these are confined to the super rich and shoppers browse under the gaze of gun-wielding security guards.

The people of the village have never heard of Beyonce and are not allowed near these malls.

Their daily lives are about the struggle to get enough water and food.

John Tierney, head of the Commonwealth Games Bid Evaluation Commission, and other delegates, spent a week in Abuja and stayed in the Hilton Hotel.

They were taken on a carefully stage-managed tour of Abuja, with no chance to see the real conditions in country.

As they were touring the proposed venues for the games, the displaced were kept well away.

The Abuja bid team shrugged off the scandal of the problems faced by Nigeria’s poor but admit they kept delegates away from Ashafa, the mud hut collective of a displaced tribe.

A spokesman at the time said: “The situation with the Bwari people has been adequately addressed by the administration.

“These things take time.

“These people are expecting to get money but it has to go through a process. They made way for the city and there has now been a change in administration. So maybe now they will get their money.

“The government is going to do something about this. The process to get them resettled and compensated is ongoing but yes, it is taking some time.”

They are still waiting.

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*Original reporting during a visit to Nigeria ahead of Abuja’s bid to host the 2014 Commonwealth Games. Updated for this version.


 

 


A Necessary Evil?

 

In the days before the world wide web and instant news journalists on a local beat got the news of the day by physically going to the police station and sitting down to a cup of tea with the duty officer, who  would arrive armed with the incident log, a sanitised, neatly typed version of the previous night’s mayhem.

Admittedly, some reporters used the phone to obtain this. I always preferred to wander in for a chat. I felt it always got me that wee bit more.

What it certainly got me was “face time” with high ranking cops who were happy to help if they saw me at some later date on a job they were also attending. That’s what you did. It’s how you grew your contacts book as a young reporter and it’s how most reporters over 40 would have begun their careers.

There was a relationship there, between the press and the police. The reporter is acting on behalf of members of the public who don’t have time to go and seek out the news from their area. You do the legwork, publish the news that’s fit to print, and they reward your efforts by buying the paper. Simple enough.

Some of those relationships evolved into contacts, some did not. Over two decades in hard news reporting I’ve had police contacts. Lots of them. Any decent journalist has them. And any decent cop has journalist contacts. But something changed.

It was a centralising process, I suppose, somewhere around the early 90′s.

You could no longer walk into the cop shop for a cuppa. They no longer appreciated a free bundle of first editions at the counter. You had to “go through the press office.”  Barriers went up.

The news that was being fed down the line was no longer what had actually happened the night before, it was what they wanted you to know about. Press managers and forces began to control the flow of information. In that event any journalist worth a candle should be trying to obtain the real news at any cost.

That’s where police sources come in. The officers who are not on-message. The ones who will give you the unedited information, especially if it concerns corruption or failings within a particular force. What press office is going to hand that over?

Add to that the FOI machinery now in place across the UK. A police press office unhappy at handing over damaging statistics or information will almost always ask you to make an FOI request. This can delay having to answer by over a year, in real terms.

Bona fide news gathering journalists have been fobbed off with this in recent years. I know it has happened to me on a number of occasions. We are now in the position where calling these press offices is almost a waste of time, apart from obtaining the anodyne and humdrum.

You may not realise it, or if you do you may not like it, but these relationships are a necessary evil. Without them we wouldn’t know what’s really going on. Some of the officers involved may take money for their services, but in the main they do not.

You may well say the ones who do are corrupt, but they have families, pensions and mortgages to balance against the risk of telling journalists about things that matter.  I know journalists have paid police officers for information. That should come as no surprise.

But what about the senior officers who turn up in a pub to meet a journalist, get free drinks all night, a four course meal, and wander home with four free tickets to the races in their pockets. Are they as corrupt?  They’ve simply taken their payment in kind. No paperwork.

Or the senior officers who use journalists to brief against each other. A Deputy who sticks the knife in the chief through a friendly reporter will hope to be elevated to that chief’s position. There is a financial gain there. Corrupt? Or politics?

And if you’re looking for corruption, how about the lodge meetings across Scotland where very senior police officers, judges and journalists all share information within the four walls of a lodge? That’s to their mutual benefit, is it not?

Strathclyde Police has been tasked by the Crown Office to investigate Scotland’s civic life, effectively, but I’m told this probe will focus simply on links between Lothian & Borders officers involved in the Tommy Sheridan case and journalists from News International.

I’m also told Strathclyde Chief Constable Stephen House is keen it stays on that track. He has watched two of the Metropolitan Police’s most senior officers walk the plank over corruption and hacking. He has told senior officers his force’s probe will not repeat their mistakes.

Meanwhile across the country senior officers at L&B are furious, I’m told, that their “weegie” counterparts will be examining their roles and relationships. Historically the Lothian force has had the better reputation.

House  knows better than most, given recent events in London,  the price to be paid for an incomplete inquiry. He has been handed something of a poisoned chalice. Damned if he does and damned if he doesn’t. The prospect of a return to the Big Smoke, where a couple of vacancies have recently opened up,  must seem appealing at the moment.

If there is to be a proper corruption probe in Scotland it should not  be run by Strathclyde Police. First Minister Alex Salmond should build an independent task force, with the power to take witness statements on oath. That is the only way we can ensure a full, proper investigation into perjury, corruption, collusion and hacking in Scotland.

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News Bosses In Lies Probe

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by Charles Lavery

TWO  UK newspaper executives  are to be questioned by police over allegations of perjury.

The news chiefs, who help control one of the  UK’s biggest  newspaper groups, face claims they lied during a court case in Scotland.  One  former employee has already been interviewed by police.

Strathclyde Police detectives took a statement from the former employee last week and are investigating allegations that both leading newspaper figures lied in court over alleged forged documents.

Detectives are probing claims that documents put before a court were allegedly doctored.

It’s alleged  documents were altered and two senior executives then allegedly spoke under oath to the veracity of the paperwork.

Both executives will be interviewed in the coming weeks.

A source said: “There is an active, high level inquiry on-going into this. There was a court case  where a newspaper group allegedly relied on documents that were not correct, and it became clear that these documents were  not correct.

” It was referred to police because there was such a disparity between what was being spoken to on oath and what the documentation said.”

More follows…

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Coulson for Court

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by Charles Lavery

Andy Coulson WILL  face perjury charges in  a Scottish court.

The former News of the World executive and press adviser to Prime Minister David Cameron has been told he will face court in Scotland over statements he made under oath during the Tommy Sheridan trial.

He met Scots QC Paul McBride at the Matrix legal chambers in London last week.  That meeting came after  a series of telephone calls between McBride, Coulson, and senior members of the Conservative Party.

McBride has been helping the Conservatives shape their legal policies for some time and is on first name terms with some of the party’s most senior figures in Scotland and London.

Coulson has been told to prepare himself  for charges. Legal restrictions prevent further reporting at this time.

More follows

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Cops And Bloggers. An Update.

Police operation code names are randomly generated by computer.

The computer programme, synced across all UK forces, throws out a name based on an A-Z  list so that no two ongoing operations in the country have the same code name at the same time.

For some reason the list favours the classics, like it was propagated by Inspector Morse.

You would think, with such attention to detail, that our police service thinks of everything.

It does not.

Operation Merlin, as the computer labelled it, was one of the most expensive investigations in the history of Strathclyde Police. It was a probe into the police corruption Paul McMullan spoke about at the Leveson Inquiry and targeted journalists who allegedly paid serving police officers for stories. It achieved nothing, apart from the promotion of several officers involved in it, and cost over £1 million.

The only police officer taken to court at the end of this mammoth probe walked free after two days of Crown evidence with a no case to answer.  The reason?  There was no evidence. Yesterday, he wrote to Leveson to offer his experience to the Inquiry. It is quite a story.

He was targeted while newspaper executives who signed cheques, not to the officer in question, struck deals behind the scenes. Evidence was withheld and senior newspaper industry executives colluded with senior police officers to avoid adverse publicity for the particular news group in question.

The journalist involved in this inquiry has recently been doorstepped by officers of the Counter Corruption Unit of Strathclyde Police, the new name for the Professional Standards Unit. They were apparently investigating a complaint by the now retired police officer into allegations of collusion and corruption… by their own unit.  They were given short change.  A police force allowed to investigate its own officers and units is a police force open to accusation.

Here’s why Operation Merlin failed: intelligence…they “sexed up” the dossier. Every police force has what’s called a Professional Standards Unit nowadays. It’s a concept that started in the Met in the 90′s. At that time the Met was so riven with corruption they established a secret unit to deal with it.

That model was rolled out across all UK forces. An integral part of that model was tackling press liaison. Controlling the message. A couple of Guardian writers risked their careers to write this excellent take on the whole affair and the genesis of the Professional Standards Units across the UK forces:

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To cut a long and interesting story short, the Met established a “ghost squad” of officers who kept tabs on their colleagues. It worked. Dozens of corrupt cops were exposed, prosecuted and drummed out of the force. Such was the success it became a blueprint. Cops love blueprints.

Part of that blueprint was to identify, target and eliminate any un-sanctioned dealings with the press. Strathclyde, among other forces in Scotland, stuck to the blueprint. Between 2002 and 2007 they conducted an operation called Merlin. On a whiteboard in a room at Pitt St HQ, the same  room the Lockerbie Inquiry had been managed from, were the coded images for  a number of individuals.

They didn’t have names, they had tags. Two officers targeted were identified on the board by their ranks, the insignia of a sergeant and that of a constable. Journalists were portrayed on the board by the masthead of their newspaper, and various other connections, like taxi drivers, were denoted by a black cab orange hailing light. This was the Professional Standards Unit (PSU) hothouse, and it was kept under lock and key.

The end result of this was five men being  turned out of their beds at 7am during a concerted, coordinated series of raids organised by the PSU. Two serving police officers, two taxi drivers and a civilian. The white board and all its symbols had thrown up the answers, or so they thought.

Years of intelligence gathering had led them to the raids.  Their inquiry had lasted four years. It took a further two years to take it court. One serving constable appeared at court and after two days of crown evidence walked free when the judge ruled he had no case to answer.

One of the  journalists targeted had his home swept for bugs twice. His office and all communication devices were also checked.  He was placed under surveillance for months by the Central Surveillance Unit of Strathclyde Police. Detailed logs noted who he met, spoke to, and where he went. His telephone conversations were monitored, and still are.

It led to a furious bust up between the PSU and the CSU, or Central Surveillance Unit, who eventually refused to follow a journalist around town when their resources could be better used. Drug dealers were making money and they were otherwise engaged.

The journalist in question was pulled in by his bosses at the time and sent to meet the company lawyer. That lawyer tried to force the reporter into signing  a sworn statement that would have ensured his sources would have gone to jail.  He refused. Back channel chats were in play. The journalist was told he would be given a £5000 fine which the company would pay and be convicted of a Data Protection breach. The sources, serving police officers, would be going to jail.

The newspaper offices were raided at this time  and paperwork related to payments were confiscated by police. They took with them logs of payments made to a civilian with links to serving police officers. But their intelligence was deeply flawed. They had acquired surveillance warrants on the journalist, signed by then First Minister Jack McConnell, on the basis of capital crime allegations. They had “sexed up” the dossier, and one journalist in particular found himself accused in intelligence files of running brothels and hookers, being an active member of the IRA and having firm knowledge of a series of murders. He also, apparently, had timeshare villas in Asia,  bought from the proceeds of crime, that had been wiped out in the Tsunami.

None of this was true. A registered informant had provided the information. Registered informants are what police officers use to obtain surveillance orders. Most of the time they are genuine. Sometimes they are not. When police officers need to sex up a request for surveillance, a registered informant, a trusty, comes into play. The shockingly poor intelligence gathered in Merlin led to the dire outcome of the four-year long probe: one constable brought to court and released on a no case to answer after two days of Crown evidence.

But it raises questions in the wake of the NotW scandal, and as the  Leveson Inquiry rumbles on.

Uncomfortable questions.

Media groups routinely paying cops for information. Strathclyde Police, along with Lothian & Borders and various other forces, know this.  There is a “scoping exercise” ongoing at the moment, led  by Strathclyde Police, into the allegations surfacing south of the border. There is also talk of senior executives at papers north of the border being interviewed by police. Executives, I know, have been burning out shredders. In the wake of Paul McMullan’s evidence, they are awaiting the knock on the door. Whether it will ever come is another question, so deeply intertwined are our news groups and police forces.

It is a little known fact that one of the most senior officers in the Merlin inquiry was also one of the biggest culprits. He even alerted journalists to the fact that the inquiry was underway. That is the scale of it. That same officer accepted free drinks and race meeting tickets in the pub, surrounded by journalists.

The PSU at Strathclyde Police selected a journalist from the Scottish media who regularly gave them a bloody nose in the press and directed hundreds of thousands of pounds of resources into surveillance and evidence gathering. That was what the blueprint said they should do, and they stuck to it. But no newspaper executives had sleepless nights over it.

There was never any suggestion that  an editor, whose signature was on the cheques, might be the focus of a police probe. Or a chief executive. That had been squared away, after the editor in question gave a statement to the cops and allowed them into the building to gather evidence of payments, without a warrant. Again, the back channel chats came into play. It was police corruption, but not one executive was interviewed under caution. The same rules seem to apply in London, if McMullan is to be believed. I have no reason to doubt him. His evident fragile state at the hearing belies the fact that he wrote 300 stories for the News of the World and never lost a single court case.

There is a link in Scotland between the police, a leading law firm I cannot name in this piece and newspaper editors. It is an unhealthy “back channel” arrangement that does nothing for journalism and everything for those involved in it. I shall write more of it later, with examples of its influence, but suffice to say it controls, moderates and stymies proper journalism in this country. The same is evidently true south of the border.

Newspapers paid, and pay, police officers for information. The one and only prosecution for this, Operation Merlin, ended in farce. The acquitted officer walked through Glasgow Sheriff Court after the case against him collapsed wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with the words: “No Case To Answer - The Fiscal’s A Chancer.”

He got that slightly wrong. It was the newly promoted officers behind Operation Merlin, reported to be the most expensive operation in the history of Strathclyde Police, who were the chancers.

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