Just a child: Britain’s biggest child abuse scandal exposed
By Sammy Woodhouse
What did I expect from this book? Probably what I read in the first two chapters: a light, relatively boring book, written by a teenager, about a teenager; a book with a lot of sex, plenty of small, trivial details, about an ordinary, safe, lower middle class life in Rotherham, none of which were particularly interesting.
What did I get instead? A book that revolutionised the way I think about modern-day Britain: a book that has changed the way I look at mobs, intimidation, and violence forever; a book that has completely disturbed my view of the British police and ‘community’ policing; a book that says there is deep-seated, insidious and profound corruption within our government run services and a book that made me profoundly depressed about the future of ‘multicultural’ Britain.’
It is also a book that says something very profound about male-female relationships, which is not only highly politically incorrect but that is never expounded in modern day society.
And finally it is a book, that never once mentioned money or the financial cost of all this devastation but where the two protagonists literally cost taxpayers millions upon millions but where money, except illegal drug money, was never a thought to the author or any of the social services involved.
The first myth exposed was that these girls were all ‘vulnerable’ and poor. Far from it, Sammy came from reasonably, prosperous business family. Her father was a businessman. Houses were bought. Holidays to Greece and Spain were taken. This wasn’t a broken home: far from it. Sammy and her vicious, Muslim, ‘Paki’, (her word), drug dealing, Mafiosi, violent boyfriend ‘Ash’, proceeded to break her strong family.
The reviews at the bottom of Amazon, generally follow the same sort of line: Poor girl, well done, how awful, ‘victim’, brave. They miss the point. Sammy was an active and extremely willing participant. She intensely ‘loved’ her rich and powerful boyfriend. She resisted all attempts to ‘save’ her and her two, underage, pregnancies were not accidents.
The really brave person and real victim was Sammy ’s father. He was out on the streets every night, trying to protect his very young, underage, daughter. He ignored the constant death threats and harassment from Ash and his collection of violent, thug like friends and family.
‘I will kill all your fucking family and your dad first.’ was a normal conversation for ‘Ash’.
Early on in the relationship, the father found a phone and a made complaint to the police. ‘The police did the same as they always did’, if the girl wasn’t making a complaint, ‘nothing they could do’, even though his daughter was just 13 years old and shagging a convicted, violent, known criminal drug dealing, Pakistani man, a decade older than her, at 2am in the morning. The father took the phone away. By lunchtime next day, ‘Ash’ gave her a new phone.
Finally, ‘Ash’ physically beat the father to a pulp and broke his chin. His gold chain in pieces was a beautiful metaphor for a broken and cowered man. The thug had won.
Extreme violence and pure brutal power infused this book. The sex was just an aside. It was violence with no fear, because ‘Ash’ and The Hussein family ‘ruled’ the streets of Rotherham. ‘Ash’ walked the streets of Rotherham with ‘impunity’. He was stopped three times a week but nothing ever happened because the ‘community’ police had been bought.
I lost count of the number of offences, they littered every page: drug dealing, wads of cash under car seats, threats, beatings, forced sex, stabbings with screwdrivers, smashed faces, ‘friendly’ policemen, chats with a ‘helpful’ taxi driver, who rose to be the deputy director of Rotherham council, screaming cars in residential roads, hanging people over the edge of windows, break-ins, headbutting, threats with guns, stealing electricity and gas, online hate campaigns involving the entire Pakistani community, lies and yet more threats. A ‘friendly’ Pakistani barrister was also ‘on call’ all the time.
There was no mention of course, of anyone in the Hussein family ever having a job but everyone involved, including Sammy and her not one, but two children, born before she was 16, seemed to have plenty of benefits and lots of houses at their disposal.
Given that Pakistan itself, has some of the worst corruption in the world, should we be surprised that it has affected our own councils and police? No.
What we should be alarmed about is the reporting by the MSM. It was not ‘political correctness’ that stopped anything being done. It was blatant police corruption. It was senior Rotherham council staff, actively trying to hide evidence and save their own jobs. It was simple, ‘snouts in the trough’. It was corruption and infiltration of the council at the highest level through ‘friendly’ taxi drivers, who will always put their own family and community interests above British law.
Rotherham council at one point spent £20,000 of council tax payers money trying to discredit an early report on the problem. They spent further effort and money on trying to find out who leaked the information to Andrew Norfolk, the Sunday Times reporter who broke the story. Without the persistence of this one man, it would appear doubtful that anything would have been done to this day.
The liberal social workers were truly despicable. They firstly aided and abetted this appalling sexual relationship, then did nothing to help Sammy and her children and then actively abused and threatened her when she started exposing them.
And Sammy herself – she was a stupid, in love, hormone-driven teenager but eventually she was brave. She stood up to the power and the might of the treacherous authorities. I liked her. I also understood her. In another time or place, she would have been a highly intelligent, world beater.
Power is a very strong aphrodisiac to women. An internet blogger called ‘Black Pigeon’ has produced a very powerful youtube film called,’Why women destroy nations and some uncomfortable truths.’ He puts forward the theory that women throughout history, have always slept with the ‘enemy’, if that enemy had power.
However, politically unpopular, woman are attracted to power and the powerful. The most powerful person in Rotherham was drug dealing ‘Ash’, with his fast cars and wads of cash. It is that power which explains everything. There were 20 underage girls in Sammy’s school, willingly going out with older Pakistani men. These girls were having ‘cat fights for the sexual favours’ of these men and who would be ‘top girl’, ie ‘Ash’s girlfriend.
Follow the power and the money and it will tell you everything you need to know.
[Ed: This book review was first published in the Salisbury Review. We re-publish with their kind permission.]