As usual, APD’s live-streamed show last night was a royal snooze-fest, but we were interested in her choice of guests. Most of us know Patrick Cullinane as a would-be freeman on the land lawyer, a rabid anti-Semite, and a frothing-at-the-mouth nutter who has no qualms about standing in the street screaming incoherently at anyone who’ll bother to listen.
Cullinane, along with APD, Neelu Berry, and Andy Peacher, is one of the few remaining fans of Kevin Annett, the Canadian defrocked minister whose fake “international courts” were supposed to have convicted the Pope and Queen Elizabeth of…um, we forget, actually. Treason? Crimes against fashion? It’s all a little hazy now. Go ask Mel Ve—she was another of Annett’s biggest sycophants, back in the day.
But Cullinane’s misdeeds go much deeper than his undying admiration for fraud artists.
For example: along with fellow McKenzie friend Sabine McNeill, Cullinane has been campaigning since 2007 for the release of Ronald Castree, who at the age of 21 abducted, sexually assaulted, and stabbed schoolgirl Lesley Molseed, leaving her to die on the Yorkshire moors.
According to Sabine, writing about their visit to Mr Castree in jail:
We knew that Castree was in the process of being stitched up for the Molseed murder by bent cop Max McLean who had taken on the mantle of Dick Holland, the cop who stitched up Kiszko.
Ronald Castree signed the authorisation below for Patrick Cullinane to act for him and knowing that, judge Stephen Gullick jailed Patrick for 4 months and actually stated in open court that he didnt want him around when the trial of Castree came on. Patrick’s crime was recording his client’s bail application in order to be fully briefed on the facts of the case when preparing his defence for Castree who had been refused bail and didnt even have a pen in the jail, much less any phone numbers of his friends or acquaintances since his dawn arrest a year earlier. He never stood a chance of getting a fair trial. His family had been alienated against him and he was all alone and fearful.
Poor, poor Mr Castree.
Here’s what The Guardian had to say about him:
As well as murdering the child, [Castree] stayed silent as a blameless man was convicted of the killing and sent for 16 years to prison where he was attacked by fellow-inmates and routinely bullied and humiliated.
Awkward, vulnerable and a loner, this second victim, tax clerk Stefan Kiszko, was eventually cleared, but developed schizophrenia in jail.
He died a recluse at 44, less than two years after being released.
Castree lived on the same Turf Hill estate in Rochdale, had no safe alibi and, most tellingly, was convicted within a year of the Molseed murder of abducting another young local girl and trying to assault her in an empty house.
Unlike frail Lesley, who had survived open-heart surgery and weighed less than four stone, this child punched and kicked her way to freedom and identified Castree to police.
This is the person Cullinane and Sabine were desperate to have released from prison. Despite his lack of legal qualifications, Cullinane nevertheless agreed to legally represent Mr Castree; however, the judge in the case refused to allow him to do so.
On 10 September 2007, Cullinane and his friend Noel O’Gara were arrested during Mr Castree’s bail application hearing: Cullinane was secretly recording the proceedings using a dictaphone in his jacket pocket, while O’Gara took a mobile phone photo of police officers and members of the public outside the courtroom.
Sentencing the pair, Judge Stephen Gullick said: “These are serious contempt offences. People must come into this building confident they will not be photographed or have their conversations recorded.”
The Suffolk Strangler
Cullinane has not limited his campaigning to Mr Castree, however; he also attempted to act as legal representative to Steve Wright, who was convicted in 2008 of the murders of five prostitutes in Ipswich two years earlier.
Prosecutors said Wright “systematically selected and murdered” the prostitutes over a six-and-a-half-week period.
They said he stalked the red-light district near his home when partner Pam Wright, 59, was working nights at a call centre.
During the trial Wright was repeatedly asked whether his numerous links to the women were a coincidence. More than 50 times, Wright replied: “It would seem so, yes”.
The Yorkshire Ripper
Cullinane’s friend O’Gara is the author of a controversial book in which he asserts that Peter Sutcliffe was not the real Yorkshire Ripper, despite the fact that he had confessed to the killings, and that they had stopped following his arrest.
O’Gara and Cullinane are convinced that the ‘real’ Yorkshire Ripper was another person, whom O’Gara once worked with. There’s no evidence against this person, but never mind—according to O’Gara he possesses the right combination of “great strength, a voracious sexual appetite, a dangerous temper, a prison record, a deep hatred of the police and a history of to-ing and fro-ing within England”.
In a 2005 article for the Yorkshire Post, reporter Chris Benfield writes:
O’Gara lays his book on the table and sits back to sip fruit juice, while two of his lieutenants bark questions. Have you read this book? What have you done about it?
Demurral is not an option. The idea that Peter Sutcliffe was caught, rightly convicted and jailed for the series of murders that horrified the nation is simply not good enough.
“If you have read this and you are not convinced, there is something seriously wrong with you,” says Patrick Cullinane, a fierce Irishman who describes himself as a professional case worker on miscarriages of justice.
Obviously, it’s not illegal to hold a dissenting opinion about a notorious murder case…or three of them, come to that.
But to those of us used to Cullinane’s more commonly known persona as an anti-Semitic blowhard with legal pretensions, his fascination with—and in one case, his devotion to—convicted sex killers is disconcerting, to say the least.
And when we consider that Cullinane has continued to stand behind the Hampstead SRA hoax, his obsession with helping to free a schoolgirl’s murderer begins to feel very creepy indeed.