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Why do I say that O’Dempsey and Dubois didn’t do it?
It’s simple. All we have to do is follow the rest of Billy McCulkin’s police statement made on 5 February 1974, 3 weeks after the disappearance of his ex-wife and children.
We know now that it is 2pm at the time he is sitting at the kitchen table in the home of the mother of Garry Dubois.
If it is not, then everything that the estranged husband of the missing McCulkin Three that he has sworn as fact in the first dozen pages of his police statement is in fact absolutely untrue.
And the man who in 1987 becomes deeply corrupt Police Commissioner Terry Lewis’s deputy – and then 2 years later succeeds the later jailed uniformed criminal when allegations about his later proven his crimes are revealed and he is forced to stand down from his role as the leader of Queensland’s Police Force – must without doubt know it.
On the other hand, if it is in fact 2pm as Edward William McCulkin sits at the kitchen table of a house just 300m away from my first marital home, then everything that follows in his statement is an absolute fabrication.
A huge box of lies that the man taking his statement -the man who will one day become the Commissioner of Queensland Police – must certainly know cannot be true.
Whichever version of the timing you wish to accept, there can be no doubt whatsoever regarding one simple and incontrovertible fact.
Billy McCulkin’s version of events that he described in detail in a sworn statement made to a highly experienced and presumably competent senior officer, who in 1974 accepted it without question – the very same statement that continues to be relied upon by investigators, lawyers, journalists and the judiciary to this day, just 2 weeks shy of 42 years after it was made, and forms the backbone of the prosecution case that Vincent O’Dempsey and Garry Dubolis are murderers, child rapists and deprivers of liberty who need, for the good of civil society, to be locked away prior to being provided the chance to answer the charges and prove their innocence – simply can not be true, no matter how what interpretation you apply to it, or how many times you shake it, turn it or throw it up in the air and hope that it lands on the right side.
McCulkin was lying through his rotten teeth, and Redmond knew it and pretended that it was not so; that is, if it wasn’t he himself putting the words directly into McCulkin’s mouth, or typing them onto the statement that is.
Here’s why, and the reason that Billy suddenly remembered that Estelle started work at 12,00, not 10am as he previously swore.
O’Dempsey says to him, sitting in Garry Dubois’ mum’s kitchen at either a few minutes after midday, or a few minutes after 2pm, on Saturday 19 January 1974, these words:
Estelle wasn’t at work.
The pub opened at 10am, as all pubs did in those days.
Vince – who don’t forget Billy has just bailed up in the street only 20 or so minutes before, according to Billy’s account anyway, and didn’t say a word about any attempt to contact the Mouse – has at the earliest opportunity, which is opening time, tried to contact Billy via the only way he could, because there was no phone connected at Estelle’s house (this is confirmed later by Billy himself), and Estelle wasn’t there.
But Billy had said just a page or so before in his statement, that she was.
And so he changes his story.
And Rocket Ronny Redmond, an up and coming star of the Queensland Police Force, dutifully types the change in brackets, and doesn’t say a word.
That’s what we used to call such things in Geebung back in the day, and still do. But perhaps we have been wrong all this time, and need to change our ways.
Perhaps we should in fact be calling such things Redmond Hot.
Rocket Ronny Redmond Hot.
What do you reckon?