Get rid of the evil cops… or the entire Met Police will be toxic

Get rid of the evil cops… or the entire Met Police will be toxic

November 6, 2021

IN a quiet, dimly lit room in New Scotland Yard, there is a display case dedicated to the officers of the Metropolitan Police who lost their lives in the line of duty. Our Murdered Colleagues, it says.

The photographs date back more than 150 years, all of the faces captured in ­official police portraits, some of them grinning self-consciously, some of them deadly serious.

All of them police officers who died violently doing their job.

For the first 100 years or so, the faces are exclusively male. But murdered female officers start to appear from the middle of the last century.

Some of them are not out of their teens. Some are close to retirement.

All died as part of their working day as a police officer.

Whenever I have looked at that simple and powerful memorial, I was always totally convinced our British police are the best in the world.

But that feeling is hard to hold on to today. The murder of Sarah Everard by Wayne Couzens still makes the mind reel.

Couzens stopped Sarah as she was walking home in March by showing her his police warrant card. Sarah was “arrested” on bogus charges, handcuffed, kidnapped, raped and murdered, her body dumped in a wood inside a builder’s bag.

Couzens was an active Met police officer — he did a 12-hour shift at the US embassy on the day he kidnapped and murdered Sarah — despite his taste for violent pornography and his love of exposing himself in public places.

One bad apple? It feels like the entire orchard is rotting.

When sisters Nicole Smallman and Bibaa Henry were murdered by a Satan-worshipping stranger last year, Met officers Deniz Jaffer and Jamie Lewis were ordered to secure the crime scene.

But in an act of obscene disrespect, Jaffer took photographs of the bodies while Lewis shared pictures of the crime scene, which did not show the victims, with a group of colleagues while describing the women in “a degrading and disgusting way”.

This pair of creeps will be sentenced next month for the charge of “misconduct in public office”, which hardly covers their hateful contempt towards two murdered young women.

Decency under siege

When it comes to bad apples, Met boss Dame Cressida Dick has quite a collection.

This week we learned that Met officers facing investigations for assault and sexual harassment were allowed to keep working because of staff shortages.

They demean the memory of heroic officers like PC Keith Palmer, 48, who died in 2017 when Islamist terrorism came to the heart of Westminster, and PC Andrew Harper, 28, dragged to his death in 2019 behind a car driven by three teenage burglars.

PC Palmer and PC Harper are the face of modern policing too.

But it feels like decency and goodness in our police is under siege.

This week there was a vote in Minneapolis about defunding the police in the aftermath of George Floyd’s murder by a cop.

It was rejected — but what a world when law-abiding citizens are seriously considering if they would be better off without the police.

Cressida Dick — somehow still holding on to her job — now pledges to keep women and girls safe on the streets of the capital. But for that to happen, there needs to be a big shake-up of our policing to kick out the bullies and monsters within the ranks.

Until that happens, Dick won’t be able to keep them safe from her own toxic cops.

Webbe's let off

MP Claudia Webbe has avoided jail after threatening to throw acid in the face of a love rival.

Webbe also threatened to send naked images of the other woman to her children. Classy!

She has been given a ten-week suspended sentence and 200 hours of community service.

Webbe was expelled from the Labour Party and now clings to her seat in Leicester as an independent.

She has always claimed she was being vilified because she is black.

I would say she has got off lightly.

With friends like these…

FRANCE shows a belligerence towards us you might expect from an enemy, not an ally.

The Taliban now speak of the British in far warmer tones than the French.

Jean Castex, the French PM, wrote to Ursula von der Leyen, the European Commission president, to brazenly proclaim that the UK needs to be punished for Brexit.

Emmanuel Macron, the French president, smeared the brilliant British Oxford-Astra- Zeneca vaccination as ineffective, a vicious lie that could cost lives.

France wants the UK to become a failed state because we dared to leave the EU.

And because all the fish are theirs. But all the migrants are ours.

It's woe for BoJo

BORIS JOHNSON stands by his friends. This is a commendable human quality.

But Boris stands by his friends even when his support is not sustainable.

And when those friends finally walk the plank – lockdown-breaking Dominic Cummings, Covid hypocrite Matt Hancock and, now, paid lobbyist Owen Paterson – Boris’s judgment looks defective.

Some reckon the Paterson scandal has left the Tories reeking of the same stench of sleaze that wafted around John Major’s reign of mediocrity. It’s worse than that.

The latest gaffe has left the Tories looking beatable at a General Election.

Queen of the green

AT what point during the COP26 climate conference did you reach for the remote?

When President Joe Biden took his afternoon nap during a speech on global warming?

When Greta Thunberg was filmed chanting: “You can shove your climate crisis up your arse”?

Or when the Zimbabwe delegation were pictured leaving a supermarket with their trolleys groaning under the weight of booze?

Net zero carbon emissions by 2050? We’ll drink to that!

The great, the good and the fashionably green flew into Glasgow on 400 private jets to command you to cut back on taking a foreign holiday once a year or you will be murdering future generations.

But one globally famous face paused my hand as I reached for the off-button.

The Queen’s speech at COP26 rang so true it will be recalled 100 years from now.

As always, Her Majesty struck exactly the right note.

“What leaders do for their people today is government and politics,” she said. “But what they do for the people of tomorrow – that is statesmanship.

“I, for one, hope that this conference will be one of those rare occasions where everyone will have the chance to rise above the politics of the moment and achieve true statesmanship.”

Sincere. Softly spoken. And straight from the heart. The Queen had cancelled her attendance in Glasgow on doctor’s orders. But her words lost nothing for being delivered by video message.

Our Queen does not need a private jet to help save the planet.

Emma's Xmas ad shows way to have fun

UNLIKE most Christmas TV ads, the one from Sports Direct makes no attempt to bring a seasonal tear to your eye or to warm the festive cockles of your heart.

It’s not like the John Lewis Christmas ad, which tries to mate ET with The Snowman and get you sobbing into your Quality Street.

The John Lewis ad is traditional Christmas schmaltz. The Sports Direct ad is mindless fun.

A glittering cast of sporting superstars – Emma Raducanu, Declan Rice, Jack Grealish, Maro Itoje, Jessica Ennis-Hill and many more – are all wrapped up warm and pelting each other with snowballs.

The ad has the quality of one of those old-school Hollywood movies such as Around The World In 80 Days, where you would fleetingly catch a glimpse of a superstar in an unlikely setting, like Frank Sinatra playing piano in a sleazy saloon.

Here it’s footballer Declan Rice struggling with a puzzle.

The most remarkable thing about the Sports Direct ad is that teenage tennis sensation Emma, the unseeded winner of this year’s US Open, is the most instantly recognisable star. And we had not even heard of her last Christmas.

RIP Lionel

LIONEL BLAIR was our Fred Astaire, our British (Canadian-born) Gene Kelly. Lionel, right, who has died at the age of 92, was a staple of light entertainment for six decades.

But at heart he was a dancer.

I always loved him as the British sailor on shore leave in Hong Kong who dances with Nancy Kwan in The World Of Suzie Wong.

This is one of cinema’s greatest dance routines, as gloriously joyous as Kelly splashing through the puddles of Singin’ In The Rain.

Dance into eternity, you lovely man.

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