*Photo, covertly taken of the known and convicted paedofile Douglas Slade.
Friday 1st July 2016.
Today is sort of a happy day for me because a vile excuse for a human being will be sentenced for his heinous crimes of Peadofilia, and most probably will spend the rest of his very unnatural life in jail. I say 'sort of happy' because it's just kinda disheartening to realize that whatever punishment he gets for his disgusting crimes, it won't be severe enough in my mind. I was so close to seriously hurting him myself back then, but knew that I would never get out of that dump in Manila if I did.
9 months ago I was residing in the Bureau of Immigration detention jail Manila, Philippines, for alleged cannabis crimes in the USA,.. and was asked by a journalist friend (Simon Parry) if I could get some photographs of, and write about this despicable man - Douglas Slade
Some of what I wrote, and pics I took may be used in an article that Simon Parry is preparing for the Mail on Sunday or Mail Online this week.
So let me take you on a journey into my world, as it was 9 months or so ago....
September 12th 2015
Bureau of Immigration holding jail, Bicutan, Manila, Philippines.
'Night falls quickly over Bicutan, but we never see the sun go down over the fetid, ramshackle, ex-Marcos era jail where many revolutionaries were tortured and executed years ago, because from our cells and bunk-rooms we never see the horizon. We never see the sunrise or set.
For over 2 years now I have been incarcerated here, fighting to be able to stay in this country with my wife and kids through the corrupt, constipated and antiquated legal system, but to no avail. All the while I have been detained in this Dungeon full of Despots, deportees, drug dealers, swindlers, murderers, rapists and pedophiles.
Accused and convicted sex criminals are not kept segregated from the regular inmate population, and somehow all 160 or so of us detainees have to live together within these walls, in a space about half the size of a basketball court.
For me the weekend is the only time I look forward to, when my wife, 5 year old son and 7 year old daughter can visit me on my lower bunk-bed in a 4 man bunk-room. At weekends an inmates wife/GF and children are allowed to visit from 9.30am-5pm inside either of the 2 block houses that most of the inmates live in.
When my kids visit, I watch them like a hawk, and only allow my wife to bring them here separately on alternate weekends due to there being such despicable, predatory sex criminals around this place, who could possibly pounce on an unsuspecting child, so ruining their innocence.
You can usually never be absolutely certain why a particular inmate has been put in here. Only in some cases can you know who to be aware of. Only if you stay abreast of the news, both local and international, you might be able to identify a potential or known pedophile.
Long before Douglas Slade arrived here a few months ago, I was aware of him being resident in the Philippines in Angeles City. Amongst the British expatriate community he was a known face and many Brits felt shamed by his presence due to the many cases the local people had filed against him for acting improperly with their young sons.
Slade always managed to pay his way out of being jailed for these alleged crimes of peadofilia with young boys, and was quite blasé in boasting about doing so, much to the chagrin of many of us who heard about this first or second hand.
Many ex-pats knew Slade through his catering business which he called 'Homebase'. He supplied meat, pies and pastries to many in the community who were either unaware or didn't care about his history.
Often his alleged kiddy-fiddling crimes would be broadcast on Philippino TV, in the newspapers and throughout the local media over the years.
Father Shae Cullen from the PRAEDA organization tried to get Slade convicted, but somehow Slade's lawyer would find a way to pay the prosecutor and the victims, so that the case would eventually get dropped.
I was quite surprised and also repulsed when earlier this year Slade showed up in the detention jail, and the guards billeted him in a bunk-bed on my floor of one of the two bunk-houses. I wondered if I should tell my wife not to bring my son here anymore, because Slade would often sit at a table right outside the toilets that we all had to use, including our visitors, when they were in residence at the weekends!
On the very first day Slade was here there was a report in the local newspaper saying that now he was 'A Person of Interest' to the British Police in the Bristol area due to some historical cases involving Slade in peadofilia, and that the UK government had requested his extradition because of this.
Also the local report stated that Slade was currently out on bail for some charge in Angeles City of being in possession of lewd photos and videos of children that were found on his computer via the Internet I googled 'Douglas Slade' and quite alot of information was to be found there regarding the many accusations against Slade both in the Philippines and some historical ones from the 1970's and 80's in the UK.
The reports from the Sunday People and Daily Mail newspapers stated that Slade was one of the founding members of some pedophile information exchange (P.I.E.), that 40 years or so ago was attempting to have legalized through parliament, adults having sex with children. This chilled me to the bone, just the thought of it made me feel sick to my stomach and very, very angry!
If all this was true, then this beast was now living in very close proximity to me, he was sleeping just 10 meters away from where I had to sleep, and when my young son might visit me, he would be right there in the immediate vicinity!
I decided to immediately confront Slade and try to discern what sort of person he was, and what he might say in defense against these many accusations, so many there were, and over so many years.
He was sitting downstairs on a cracked seat in the dirty courtyard communal area and I went and sat right next to him and immediately said 'Douglas Slade?....I've heard alot about you'...
I had never met Slade before, he was a big man, morbidly obese you could say, over 6ft tall, weighing in excess of 22 stone (308lbs)....and in his mid 70's.
I'm quite a big lad myself, but not quite as big as Slade, and did not feel intimidated at all by him.
After I introduced myself we started talking about his case and why he was in detention. I asked him about all the accusations against him, and initially he seemed surprised that I knew so much about what was easily available out there on the Internet.
Slade denied literally everything he was ever accused of, and proclaimed that he had been set-up on several occasions. To most people he may well sound convincing. I could tell that he was not a stupid man, for he seemed quite capable of conversing fluidly in English using quite a rounded vocabulary, but one question got stuck in my mind, and that was when I asked him if he was a founding member of P.I.E. (Peadofile Information Exchange)... and he answered 'No but I was involved in something similar'....
At that point I felt a sudden surge of anger, and actually had to quickly move away from Slade, so ending the conversation abruptly, before my anger might manifest itself into violence, because the 'Red Mist' had started to descend.
If you are caught or grassed on (snitched) for being violent in here to another inmate you are usually thrown into an isolation cell, and kept segregated for an unspecified period of time, could be weeks or months. Some of these cells are no better than a dog kennel, in fact they keep a pit-bull in one of them!
Usually there is no smoke without fire, and via my conversation with Slade I had made my mind up that he was indeed a raving paedofile, and due to his perversions, had once been a part of an organization that wished to legalize sex with children. This totally and absolutely disgusted me, and I took it upon myself to warn all the other inmates about him, many of whom had their children visiting them too..
The next day Slade offered me a pork pie his catering business had made which I refused saying 'I'm not eating a pork pie from a paedofile!'....Then he knew that I wanted nothing to do with him.
Word gets around pretty fast in here and the following week while I was queuing up to get a curry from the Indian cook, Slade was in the queue and he threatened to 'stick a knife in me' if I continued to call him a 'Dirty Old Man' and a 'Vile Pederast' every time I saw him, since they don't do you for verbal abuse in here, and I was happy to scream verbal abuse at him, on a regular basis.
It didn't faze me, since most people who make threats never follow it up, and if he did then I'd be ready for him.
After a couple of weeks, on a Saturday my wife brought my 5 year old son to see me, and as usual I shepherded him around, keeping him mostly in my bunk-room with the wife.
My young son is such a happy chap, and always cheers me up. I have to take him out to the loo(toilet) a few times whilst he's here and Slade was always sitting there at a table right next to the C.R. (Toilet/Shower room)...that really bothered me, but since Slade did nothing but stare at him, I couldn't feel justified in chucking him down the stairs, although the thought did cross my mind.....as the red mist one again started to descend.
Luckily the following week Slade took sick. He had all these revolting boils/pustules all over his body, one very prominent, right on top of his head. And since he's a diabetic and probably had all sorts of other health problems the guards eventually took him to the hospital. Phew!..what a relief!
Finally Slade was gone, and I hoped that he would never come back, although I knew that he probably might do, if he didn't snuff it in the hospital.
Weeks went by, in this rotten dump, sweating in the heat, morning, noon and night. Over 40 extra illegally working Chinese (no work visas) showed up overcrowding this place with their presence. They were sleeping in the visitors area and on all the floors. Any space available had someone sleeping, standing or sitting in it. The jail was busting at the seams!..It was hard just moving around without stepping on someone.
Then one day Slade returned and the guards tried to get him billeted in one of the bunk-rooms in the other block-house, but no-one would have him.
Every room they tried to get that vile man into, the inmates rebelled and refused to have anything to do with him.
Eventually the guards led him out of the main area (followed by much verbal abuse) and put Slade in the small clinic room, where you are supposed to go if you are sick/hurt. I went there once when I cut my finger, but they didn't even have a plaster!(band-aid)....I went there another time when my disc slipped in my lower back (maximum pain), and they offered me a paracetamol!
Slade stayed and slept there for the following few weeks until they moved him into one of the nicer isolation cells, with a double bunk and fan, plus toilet/shower, not the dog kennel ones they have round the back. The guards even left the door of Slade's cell open so that he could come and go into the communal area as he pleased. Well at least he wasn't so close to my bed anymore, and I rarely saw him, which was nice.
Around early August 2015 Slade had company in his open isolation cell when an inmate called Anthony May was put there and told that even though the cell was left unlocked he could not leave it (unlike Slade) and mix with the regular inmate population.
May is 39 years old, and a small/slim Irish fellow. He was put into isolation because he was involved in a violent altercation with a big Korean over the use of the downstairs C.R. (Comfort Room/Toilet). Apparently he was being deprived the use of the toilet downstairs and this led to an argument that led to the little Irish fella getting punched in the jaw by some meth addicted, gang-banger American, who came to the rescue of the big Korean when a scared May brandished a knife, to try and defend himself. The guards intervened to break this fraca' up and it was determined that the Irishman should now be billeted with Douglas Slade, and not allowed the freedom of movement within the Immigration holding jail that he once had before.
I had known May as the little fella that popped up at my bunk-room half-door every mid-afternoon with a home-made iced coffee for me, which I gladly paid 30 pesos for (about 45 pence). He was usually a happy, congenial sort of lad, and had nothing else but this little coffee business which he ran with Bill, another inmate from the USA.
In Bicutan detention you have to pay for virtually everything, including the drinking water, and many inmates have a small food/drinks or drug business to be able to pay their way, or supply their habit. Money is needed for food, unless you just eat the slop that is served, phone load, lawyers, bribes, gambling, and some even manage to support their families outside from selling and swindling all sorts of things to other inmates.
I felt sorry for May who was now marooned in a cell with Douglas Slade. If I had found myself in that position, most probably I would be facing a murder charge after not so long!
At the beginning of September 2015 my German room mate told me that Slade had been saying that he was finally being deported on Wednesday the 9th to the UK and that he would transit through Heathrow airport to take another plane to Cyprus, to enjoy a holiday. He had purchased his own business class ticket, and looked keen to be out of this den of iniquity.This deportation was confirmed by some of the more friendly guards.
Sure enough on the morning of Wednesday 9th of September Slade was seen dressed in long pants (trousers) and a black polo shirt, with his suitcase packed asking the guards 'Are you ready for me now?'...
At around 10.30am he was taken outside the holding facility and handed over to two burley representatives of the British Police who promptly hand cuffed Slade and whisked him away to Niño Aquino International Airport where he boarded the 1pm Philippine Airlines flight, that flew direct to London Heathrow.
I hadn't talked to Anthony May in all the weeks that he had been billeted with Slade because I did not want to have the 'Red Mist' descend upon me once again, but since Slade had gone, I went to see the little Irish fella and gave him a spare electric fan that a since departed room-mate had left, and we chatted about his experience, sharing the same cell with 'The Pork Pie Paedofile' (Slade)...
According to May, Slade hardly ever stopped talking and boasted about having many influential political friends in the Philippines and the UK, who would help him out in business and when he was charged with various kiddy-fiddling crimes.
Slade said that he was good pals with the now deceased and disgraced ex-liberal Member of the British Parliament Cyril Smith, back in the 1970's-80's, and that he would regularly go sailing with him.
In the Philippines Slade never paid any tax on his meat/pastry/pie distribution business in over 20 years and never had a visa since his first year here.
May told me that Slade had just recently sold his house in Angeles City, that conveniently for him overlooked an elementary school, and that he received 7 million pesos for it, (just over 100,000 sterling), most of which was now sitting in a B.P.I. (Bank of the Philippine Islands) account.
Slade admitted to have allowed young children to use his swimming pool, girls on Wednesdays and boys all the rest of the week. Girls remained clothed whilst swimming, and boys were encouraged to always swim naked. Slade was always generous, particularly with the boys who he often paid to photograph.....NAKED!
May said that Slade told him that he was estranged from a brother he had who was a vicar, and accused this brother of stealing from him.
For weeks Anthony May had been exposed to the ramblings of a man that will now hopefully spend the rest of his life in jail and join his old friend Christopher Skeaping who is still completing a 12 year sentence for sexual crimes against children, since Avon and Somerset Police are still making their investigations concerning several historical charges of peadofilia against Slade, and he has been remanded in custody upon arrival in the UK.
It's a bit late, but better late than never. Maybe someone's kids will be saved from having their innocence ruined, with the incarceration of this man?
As for myself, I realize that I will never see justice here, and have withdrawn my case of illegal arrest and detention against the Bureau of Immigration that's going no where in the Supreme Court, since they told me that was a prerequisite of me being able to deport back to the UK, that I have now done.
I will have to leave my wife and kids here, if they do allow me to go, hopefully soon back to my little flat in London (unless the USA doesn't try to extradite me from the UK), because right now it would be nearly impossible for my wife to get a visa and be able to join me, due to my current circumstances, and current UK immigration policy, even though I am a British citizen and both my kids have British passports....'
Link to BBC story on Slade:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-bristol-36622992
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