Aftermath News

Lost 400 children may have been trafficked into sex or drugs trade

· Government action plan ‘failing to protect victims’

The Guardian | Apr 23, 2008

by Robert Booth

More than 400 foreign children, many suspected of being trafficked into the sex or drug trade in Britain, have gone missing from local authority care.

Children from Africa, Asia and eastern Europe have disappeared from safe houses and foster homes around the country’s biggest ports and airports, figures released to the Guardian under the Freedom of Information Act have revealed.

The missing children include at least 87 Chinese who disappeared from care around Heathrow and Gatwick and 68 from countries including Afghanistan, Albania and India who went missing from the care of Kent county council, which is responsible for protecting children trafficked through Dover and Folkestone.

Anti-trafficking campaigners believe the missing children are often taken from care by their trafficker and then exploited for prostitution, domestic servitude and other illegal activities. Other children escape out of fear of being found by the trafficker and without money or identity papers fall prey to further abuse and exploitation.

According to records from 16 local authorities around England’s ports and airports, an estimated 408 children disappeared between July 2004 and July 2007. They are known by officialdom as unaccompanied asylum seekers and child protection campaigners believe most have been trafficked.

It is thought that many escape only for traffickers to send them on for exploitation in other parts of the world, particularly Italy and Spain. Only 12 children have been traced and returned to care.

“We are shocked that the numbers keep rising,” said Christine Beddoe, the chief executive of ECPAT UK which campaigns for greater protection for trafficked children. “These figures come in spite of the government’s action plan on trafficking and show the need for an urgent inquiry into separated children who go missing. These vulnerable children need to be given independent guardians as soon as possible to ensure they are protected from traffickers who we know target them even while they are in care.”

Today local authorities on the front line of the illegal trade in children will tell ministers they need at least another £30m to continue offering the basic protections for unaccompanied asylum seekers under 18. ECPAT UK also wants the government to appoint an independent “rapporteur” who can work out the true extent of the problem. The last government estimate put the number of missing trafficked children at 183, which now seems low.

A spokeswoman for the Home Office said: “We are concerned about the number of children who go missing from local authority care each year who appear to have been trafficked. That is why we intend to identify a group of “specialist” local authorities which have effective procedures to keep children safe and to identify and provide proper services for the victims of trafficking. We intend to channel all cases to these authorities from around the country.”

According to the figures obtained by the Guardian, Newcastle city council reported 12 Somali children missing and said 13 of the 17 Chinese children it has taken into care have disappeared. Officials at Suffolk county council said they find unaccompanied children arriving in shipping containers and in the backs of lorries travelling through Felixstowe. They admitted losing track of 16 children since March 2005, including six Afghans. The worst record was at the London Borough of Hillingdon which estimates it is dealing with 1,000 unaccompanied minors a year, coming mostly through Heathrow airport.

The council said 74 went missing between 2006 and 2007 and it does not know how many it lost in the previous years. Despite a system of safe houses for the 145 children who came into the care of West Sussex, which includes Gatwick airport, 42 went missing, largely Chinese and Nigerians.

“As soon as they can they will contact their trafficker,” said Kirsty Hanna, manager of the Gatwick children’s team. “It could be they have memorised the trafficker’s mobile number, or the trafficker may have followed them to the safe house. There have been times when they have jumped out of the window. They are under a lot of pressure, often to pay back their passage. Their families back home could be threatened with torture or murder. We are constantly trying to disrupt the traffickers, but it has to be a losing battle if we can’t stop the problems abroad that causes the trafficking.”

In this file photo from Nov. 2007, a Hershey Co.’s Ice Breakers Pacs product containing nickel-sized dissolvable pouches with a mint flavored powdered sweetener inside, is photographed in Harrisburg, Pa. The Hershey Co. is halting production of Ice Breakers Pacs in response to criticism that the mints look too much like illegal street drugs, the company’s president and chief executive officer, David J. West, said Thursday, Jan. 24, 2008. (AP Photo/Carolyn Kaster, File)

AP | Jan 23, 2008

By PETER JACKSON

HERSHEY, Pa. (AP) — The Hershey Co. is halting production of Ice Breakers Pacs in response to criticism that the mints look too much like illegal street drugs, the company’s president and chief executive officer said Thursday.

Hershey CEO David J. West disclosed the decision during a conference call about the company’s newly released fourth-quarter earnings report.

Ice Breakers Pacs, which first hit store shelves in November, are nickel-sized dissolvable pouches with a powdered sweetener inside. The pouches come in blue or orange and bear the Ice Breakers logo.

Members of Philadelphia’s police narcotics squad said the mints closely resemble tiny heat-sealed bags used to sell powdered street drugs. They charged that the consequences could be serious if, for example, a child familiar with the mints found a package of cocaine.

“Some community and law-enforcement leaders have expressed concern” about the shape of pouch and the Xylitol sweetener inside, and about the possibility of the mints being mistaken for illegal substances, West said.

The resemblance to illegal street drugs is remarkable

“We are sensitive to these viewpoints and thus have made the decision that we will no longer manufacture Ice Breakers Pacs,” he said.

Ice Breakers Pacs remain on store shelves but are expected to be sold out early this year and no more are being made, West said. Kirk Saville, a company spokesman, said they had been distributed nationally on a limited basis.

Hershey has said the mints were not intended to resemble anything, and West said consumers who tested and purchased the product liked it.

Linda Wagner, a narcotics officer with the Philadelphia police whose daughter died of a heroin overdose in 2001, had protested the product in letters to both company and government officials. She said she was pleased by Hershey’s decision but questioned why it took so long.

“I will not buy a Hershey’s product” again, she said. “I think they were really irresponsible” in marketing the product.

Bill Katzel, a community activist who lives near Tucson, Ariz., and worked with Wagner in fighting Ice Breakers Pacs, said the product remains widely available at stores near him.

“A better solution would have been a total recall of this product,” said Katzel, a retired medical administrator for the federal government.

25 years for alleged ringleader of group that robbed dealers

ChicagoTribune | Jan 5, 2008

By Jeff Coen

Three rogue Chicago police officers who robbed drug dealers of cash and narcotics were sentenced to lengthy prison terms Thursday by a federal judge who said the misconduct left him “at a total loss.”

U.S. District Judge Ronald Guzman appeared most disturbed that the officers resold the stolen drugs, putting “lethal poison” back onto streets that they had sworn to serve and protect.

“You and your merry band essentially raped and plundered entire areas,” said the judge, noting the robberies by the plainclothes tactical officers in the Englewood District took place in some of the city’s poorest neighborhoods.

The ring damaged the reputations of good cops and sullied the entire legal system in neighborhoods where trust of the police already may have been at its thinnest, the judge said.

“People see and hear what goes on in these courtrooms, and the next time they look at a police officer, they see you,” Guzman said.

The judge sentenced Broderick Jones, 36, the alleged ringleader, to 25 years in prison; Darek Haynes, 37, to 19 years; and Eural Black, 44, the only officer to take his case to trial, to 40 years, the statutory minimum he could receive under the law.

Five officers in all were indicted in 2005 for robbing dealers while on-duty after being tipped to drug deals about to go down. The officers wore their stars and body armor and often tried to make the “rip-offs” appear to be legitimate traffic stops.

One drug dealer, Brent Terry, 36, was also sentenced Thursday to more than 20 years for helping target dealers for Jones.

Assistant U.S. Atty. John Lausch asked the court for stiff sentences to deter other officers from following the same corrupt path. Most street cops are good and do the job with dignity, he said, calling the case “a punch in the face” to every member of the department.

Two other members of the ring, Corey Flagg and Erik Johnson, testified against Black after pleading guilty and agreeing to cooperate. Johnson was sentenced last fall to 6 years in prison, while Flagg is scheduled to be sentenced Friday.

Jones, Haynes and Black all appealed to the judge Thursday for leniency, calling family members and friends to the stand to testify about their character in the years leading up to the case. Jones testified about his time in the Navy when he worked as a jet mechanic on an aircraft carrier during Desert Storm. His attorney, Rick Halprin, asked the court to limit the sentence to 15 years in prison.

“My mother raised me to be a hard worker, honest,” said Jones, a tall, beefy man in an orange prison jumpsuit. “I learned responsibility at an early age.”

“Basically, I’m in a situation because of greed. I’m not a bad guy.”

Haynes called police work his passion. He apologized to the city and credited Chicago police officers killed in the line of duty for “passing on the baton of justice.”

“I have dropped that baton,” he said.

Black shook his head in disbelief at times as he received his 40-year sentence. A jury convicted him of two drug-related robberies while he was armed. The conviction on a second count mandated a minimum 25-year sentence to run consecutive to all the other time Black received.

Other officers pleaded guilty to a single drug-related robbery with a gun.

Black wiped an eye and rubbed his face as his 18-year-old daughter, Madison, a college student, testified.

“He’s the best person in the world to me,” she said. “He’s my best friend.”

Black’s attorney, Steven Hunter, argued that Black believed the traffic stops were legitimate.

Black apologized and said he was disgusted that his name would forever be synonymous with police corruption in the Englewood neighborhood.

“I hate hearing it,” said Black, throwing papers on the defense table. “I was not a dirty cop.”

But Guzman said the evidence at the trial was overwhelming. He recalled how on some of the undercover tapes Black asked repeatedly for Jones to give him a call to go out on the bogus stings.

Parents everywhere tell their children to contact police if they are ever in trouble, the judge noted. But that could change if parents heard the tapes of the officers in the case, he said.

“My guess is they would cease saying that,” Guzman said.

Black’s 40-year sentence seemed extreme to Hunter. The attorney’s voice quivered with emotion as he conceded his research showed no way for Black to avoid the 40-year minimum sentence required by statute. Hunter called the sentence shocking.

Guzman said his hands were tied, but he still was not looking to be unnecessarily cruel.

“You’ve done that to yourself,” he told Black.

Ringleader’s ‘go-to guy’ receives 9 years after aiding prosecution

Chicago Tribune | Jan 5, 2008

By Jeff Coen and David Heinzmann

Former Chicago police Officer Corey Flagg blamed anger and greed for his role in shakedowns of drug dealers, admitting Friday to a judge that he had become just as bad, if not worse, than common criminals.

Flagg, the last of five corrupt South Side cops to be sentenced in the case, was given a 9 1/2 -year prison term by U.S. District Judge Ronald Guzman.

It represented the final chapter for a ring of rogue cops who did their illegal work in the Englewood neighborhood, in some instances putting the drugs they had stolen right back on the street for more cash.

Since the mid-1990s, at least three other groups of corrupt Chicago cops have been accused of similarly robbing drug dealers.

“It’s fair to say these offenses rip at the entire fabric of our city,” said Assistant U.S. Atty. John Lausch, who prosecuted Flagg and his co-defendants.

On Thursday, Guzman sentenced Broderick Jones, the ringleader, to 25 years in prison; Eural Black, the only officer to be convicted at trial, to 40 years; and Darek Haynes to 19 years. The fifth former officer, Erik Johnson, was sentenced in October to 6 years in prison.

In the courtroom this week, the former officers were portrayed as good guys — husbands and fathers and churchgoers who had wanted to be cops for as long as they could remember.

It was an “almost schizophrenic” turn from the personas that the officers took on the street, said Guzman, comparing their actions on undercover recordings to common thugs.

“I have no idea how that happens,” said Guzman, who agreed to the sentence for Flagg called for in his plea agreement with prosecutors. Flagg, 37, pleaded guilty early in the prosecution and cooperated against his fellow officers.

Authorities said Jones gathered information on drug deals that were about to go down from gang members and other players in the city’s narcotics trade.

He then used the intelligence to plot shakedowns, recruiting on-duty officers to carry out “rip-offs” that were supposed to appear to be legitimate traffic stops.

Flagg was Jones’ “go-to guy,” Lausch said Friday.

The undercover tapes suggest the officers had a virtually insatiable appetite for rip-offs.

Even after he had been shelved from street duty and assigned to the city’s 311 center, Jones continued to call tactical officers to run the scams, authorities said.

Authorities caught on when Jones pulled up to a drug meeting that a police surveillance team happened to be watching. The FBI soon began watching Jones and tapping his phone calls.

In recorded conversations in November 2004, Black said he was off work for several days but wanted to be involved in a new rip-off, saying, “Hook me up something for Christmas.”

Investigations of police corruption take months to put together and rely on officers willing to break the code of silence and cooperate, Lausch said.

Guzman said the prosecution showed that police corruption persists, but he agreed it can be dealt with if officers are willing to blow the whistle.

Police in Rotterdam seize marijuana plants. Although possession of small amounts is tolerated, cultivation is illegal

The Times | Dec 27, 2007

by David Charter

When it comes to turning a blind eye to cannabis use in Europe’s most tolerant city, police in Amsterdam are demanding the right to practise what they preach.

Officers in the capital of the Netherlands are in open revolt against a new code of behaviour that orders them to stop taking drugs in their free time.

The new rules, due to come in on January 1, have upset officers who patrol the city’s infamous coffee shops, where cannabis is smoked openly by locals and millions of tourists attracted by Amsterdam’s relaxed atmosphere.

It has been their duty for years to operate a policy of nonenforcement over the coffee shop culture. Now the police union will back its members in defying the cannabis ban. The union has vowed to bring a test case in court against the first officer to fall foul of the new rules, claiming that they amount to an unjustified intrusion into personal life.

“Police should not be put in pigeonholes in which they can no longer be themselves,” said Hans van Duijn, the chairman of the Nederlandse Politie Bond, the police union. “If you allow people in the country to smoke [cannabis], you would be a hypocrite to say to the police officers, ‘You are not allowed to do that’.

“It is illegal by law but we allow it for everybody else just to use it in small amounts for themselves. There must be scope for using soft drugs.”

The code, however, is only the latest example of a backlash against years of Dutch tolerance that have given Amsterdam a seedy reputation that the city’s authorities are keen to reverse. This month Job Cohen, the Mayor, unveiled plans to convert scores of Amsterdam’s notorious prostitutes’ windows into fashion displays in an attempt to clean up parts of the red-light zone around some of the more attractive streets and canals. He has also led intense efforts to close coffee shops and so-called smart shops, which sell harder drugs such as magic mushrooms.

Supplying and possessing cannabis remains illegal in the Netherlands and police have always been banned from drinking or taking drugs on duty. But the city force now wants all officers to set a better example.

“Hitherto, it was only clear that you could not appear at your work drunk or stoned,” a police spokesman said. “We are now saying: You are also seen as a police officer when off-duty.” The use of alcohol is permitted when off-duty but officers should not be seen “drunkenly babbling on the street” in their free time, the spokesman said.

The code states that officers must behave as “model citizens”. The key words they must live by are “respect, transparency, responsibility, involvement, trustworthiness, justice and balance”.

Mr van Duijn remained defiant. “If there is one police officer who has been smoking a soft drug in private and they catch him, we will go to court to ask to be treated as everybody else.”

Unlike the Police Federation in Britain, the NPB union has full powers of industrial action. In a dispute over pay, the NPB has forced the postponement of several top-level football matches this month by refusing to work overtime and is planning to use its strike powers from January 9 if it does not get a better salary offer.

Independent | Nov 21, 2007

Britain’s illegal drugs trade worth £8bn a year

By Nigel Morris, Home Affairs Correspondent

Britain’s illegal drugs trade is worth up to £8bn a year, a Home Office report has revealed.

Drugs are smuggled into the country by 300 major importers and distributed by 3,000 gangs, the research showed. The contraband is then sold on to users by 70,000 dealers, some with hundreds of customers.

The dealers earn an average of £100,000 a year and their annual turnover is estimated at between £7bn and £8bn – equivalent to more than 40 per cent of Britain’s alcohol sales and one third of its tobacco sales.

The Home Office study was based on 220 interviews with convicted dealers. It discovered enormous mark-ups in the value of class-A drugs between their production abroad and sale.

Cocaine costs £325 per kilo to manufacture in South America. By the time it is sold in Britain, after being smuggled via the Caribbean, its value has risen to £51,650 per kilo. Afghani heroin costs about £450 per kilo to make but sells for £75,750.

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Secret Society Goes Global

Britannia Radio | Nov 18, 2007

Common Purpose … But To What End …?

by H. Hoffman

It’s likely that you’ve never heard of an organisation called Common Purpose, unless that is you are a ‘leader’ or aspire to be one.

From what I have read so far people urgently need to be aware of what it is doing.

It began in the UK in 1988, where it has some 45 offices, but has now taken its sun symbol logo into many countries as Common Purpose International.

These include France, Germany, Ghana, Hungary, India, Ireland, Netherlands, South Africa, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland and Turkey.

I understand it is also moving in on the United States. This is its stated goal: ‘Common Purpose aims to improve the way society works by expanding the vision, decision making ability and influence of all kinds of leaders.
The organisation runs a variety of educational programmes for leaders of all ages, backgrounds and sectors, in order to provide them with the inspiration, information and opportunities they need to change the world.’

From such bland descriptions come two questions immediately: A common purpose to what end? And ‘change the world’ in what way exactly?

We need answers here because Common Purpose is sweeping through the UK ‘training’ leaders in all areas of society and if they have a ‘common purpose’ we ought to know about it.

Common Purpose trainees The organisation now has training programmes in every major town and city in Britain and since 1989 more than 60,000 people have been involved with 20,000 ‘leaders’ completing one or more programmes.

These are: Leaders: Matrix and Focus Emerging leaders: Navigator Very young leaders: Your Turn Leaders who need a local briefing: Profile National leaders: 20:20

The benefits of Common Purpose training are the following, the sales-pitch tells us: Participants gain new competencies and become more effective in a diverse and complex world. Organisations benefit from stronger, more inspired, better-networked managers and senior managers who are closer to the community Communities benefit from cross-sector understanding and initiatives as different parts of the community learn to operate more effectively together. Maybe it’s just me, but I keep seeing a picture of George Orwell in my mind. He is shaking his head and smiling.

Those who complete the courses are called Common Purpose ‘graduates’ and throughout British society such ‘graduates’ are at work in government, law enforcement, health and many other areas that affect daily life. So what’s it all about and what is going on here?

The official founder and Chief Executive of Common Purpose is Julia Middleton who in her profile at the Common Purpose UK Website (www.commonpurpose.org.uk) fails to mention a rather relevant fact: she is also Head of Personnel Selection in the office of John Prescott, the Deputy Prime Minister to Tony Blair. Prescott has been the man with responsibility for creating ‘regional assemblies’ around the United Kingdom which are part of the plan to abolish nations and bring their powerless ‘regions’ under the jackboot of the European Union.

He has, of course, sought to sell this policy as ‘devolving power to the people’.

Prescott has common purpose with Common Purpose and Julia Middleton because they are all committed to the same end.

The European superstate is designed to be centrally controlled and managed at lower levels by bland and brain dead ‘leaders’ who are all programmed to think the same.

This is where Common Purpose comes in. You can always tell a front by its desire to centralise everything and that includes the centralisation of thought as diversity is scorned, ridiculed and dismissed in favour of a manufactured ‘consensus’; you will also see the Orwellian Newspeak technique in which the organisation claims to stand for what it is seeking to destroy - Common Purpose says its aim is to develop ‘diverse’ leaders; and fronts always tend to use language that actually says nothing when describing what they do.

Political speech writers work for days to produce statements that say nothing because if politicians don’t commit themselves to specifics they can hide the real agenda amid the bland and banal. Wilson Bryan Key writes in his book The Age of Manipulation about his experience of writing a speech with others for U.S. President Dwight Eisenhower: ‘For thirty-six sleepless hours, three writers turned out draft after draft, reviewed by a White House deputy press secretary who offered terse comments like, “Much too specific!” “Ease up on factual references!” and “Take it back and fuzz it up!” “Fuzz it up,” we discovered eventually, meant avoid all clear, factual statements about anything more specific than the time of day …

The speech was endlessly discussed for likely audience reactions, belief and attitude reinforcements, and implied meanings … Would anyone take the empty rhetoric seriously? The speech read smoothly, but said absolutely nothing about anything. This was precisely what it was intended to say. During audience interviews after the oration, most expressed satisfaction with the great man’s words. “Ike really gave it to them!” “He has my vote!” “I like the way he thinks!” “Great speech!”.’ This is how organisations operate and when you look at the propaganda for Common Purpose it is bland and without specifics, just as you would expect.

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So what does this organisation teach its ‘leaders’? You wouldn’t know by reading its blurb and with its courses costing thousands of pounds it would be expensive to find out. But for sure it will manufacture consensus among its ‘diverse’ clientele. This is a key technique throughout society - to manipulate agreement on a range of issues that then become the norm to be defended from all challenge and true diversity.

It has been developed by organisations like the Tavistock Institute of Human Relations in London which was funded into existence in 1946 with a grant from the Rockfeller Foundation and is one of the global centres for developing the ‘hive mind’ mentality or ‘group and organisational behaviour’. Tavistock works closely with ‘public sector’ (state-controlled) organisations including the UK government and the European Union and the Orwell-speak on its website could have come straight from the pages of Common Purpose. Or the other way round. Jargon is always the language of the junta: ‘Multi-organisational working, cross-boundary working and the global-national-local interface each raise their own set of organisational dynamics which must be surfaced and worked with if collaboration is to be effective.

They also raise particular challenges for leadership (and followership). The Institute’s approaches to organisational consultancy and leadership development, based on organisational theory and systems psychodynamics are particularly appropriate for helping organisations to address these complex issues.’ Like working out what the hell all that is supposed to mean. What we can see is that Tavistock and Common Purpose share the same pod. Both want to develop ‘leaders’ and they do it in the same way by manufactured consensus that then stamps out all diversity by using those who have conceded their right to free thought to the group psyche.

Mind manipulation techniques like Neuro-linguistic programming or NLP are also employed in the language employed to engineer consensus. NLP is a technique of using words to re-programme the body computer to accept another perception of reality - in this case the consensus agreed by the manipulators before their victims even register for the ‘course’. Apparently the CIA refers to these pre-agreed ‘opinions’ as ’slides’. As one Internet writer said: ‘A “slide” is a prefabricated, “politically correct” blanket “pop” “opinion”, “view” or “take” upon a particular issue of general interest which is designed to preclude further consideration, analysis or investigation of the issue in question. In other words, it is a “collectivised” mental position which is never to be questioned. This is precisely the “product” of the Deputy Prime Minister’s insidious neurological linguistic control programme “Common Purpose”.’

Anyone who resists the programming is isolated and the group turned against them until they either conform or lose credibility to be a ‘leader’. Look at global society in any country and you will see this happening in the workplace, among friends down the bar and in television discussions.

The consensus on global warming has been manipulated to be that carbon emissions are the cause and anyone who says otherwise is an uncaring, selfish, racist and quite happy to see the planet and humanity face catastrophe. The fact that carbon emissions are not the cause of global warming is irrelevant because the ‘truth’ is what the consensus has agreed it to be. In short, if you don’t agree with the extreme consensus you are an extremist. It is the manipulation of consensus that has turned the three main political parties in Britain into one party with their leaders Tony Blair, David Cameron and ‘Ming’ Campbell all standing on the same ground. They might offer slightly different policies - and only slightly - but they are all agreed on the fundamentals and this makes elections irrelevant. The Conservative Party’s David Cameron, the likely winner of the next General Election, is Blair Mark II and this pair certainly have common purpose.

The Tavistock Institute has been working this flanker for decades and Common Purpose seems to me to have the Curriculum Vitae of a Tavistock front. One of the Tavistock founders, Dr. John Rawlings Rees, who also became co-founder of the World Federation for Mental Health, talked of infiltrating all professions and areas of society - ‘Public life, politics and industry should all … be within our sphere of influence … If we are to infiltrate the professional and social activities of other people I think we must imitate the Totalitarians and organize some kind of fifth column activity!’ He said that the ’salesmen’ of their perception re-programming (mass mind-control) must lose their identity and operate secretly. He said: ‘We must aim to make it permeate every educational activity in our national life … We have made a useful attack upon a number of professions. The two easiest of them naturally are the teaching profession and the Church: the two most difficult are law and medicine.’ The common purpose of the Tavistock/Illuminati guerrilla war on the human psyche is to wipe clean any sense of the individual and unique because only that way can they impose the global dictatorship and have the masses accept it. Brock Chisholm, former Director of the UN World Health Organisation, was right when he said: ‘To achieve One-World Government, it is necessary to remove from the minds of men their individualism’.

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COMMON PURPOSE EXPOSED

Business Journal of Phoenix | Nov 13, 2007

by Mike Sunnucks
Four of the five government contractors in line for portions of a $15 billion Pentagon contract to counter “narco-terrorism” have operations in Arizona.

The Department of Defense program aims to develop new technologies and applications to combat international illegal drug trafficking and its ties to terrorism and anti-American groups

Lockheed Martin, ARINC Inc., Raytheon Co., Northrop Grumman Corp. and Blackwater USA are the private contractors lined up for the work, according to the Defense Department’s contract announcement.

Blackwater USA is the only company of the five that does not have operations in Arizona.

ARINC is based in Annapolis, Md. and is part of the Carlyle Group private equity firm. ARINC has operations in Scottsdale, Phoenix, Tucson and the U.S. Army base at Fort Huachuca.

Los Angeles-based Northrop has various operations in Yuma, Tempe, Sierra Vista, Fort Huachuca and Phoenix.

Raytheon Co. has its missile division and 10,000 workers in Tucson. Lockheed Martin also has operations at Fort Huachuca as well as Prescott Valley.

Hollywood recently released the first behind-the-curtain account of the creation of the Central Intelligence Agency and its relationship with a secret society at Yale University known as Skull and Bones. HIGH TIMES asked the world’s leading authority on the group to help us separate truth from fiction.

High Times | Nov 2007

By Kris Millegan

I hope you are lucky enough to meet someone you trust. I regret to say. I haven’t.

-Dr, Fredricks [Michael Gambon] in The Good Shepherd

The Good Shepherd is Robert De Niro’s effort to mine the dramatic materials at the very real-life nexus of secret societies, intelligence agencies and recorded history, apparently in an attempt to forge a Godfather-style franchise.

But one is left wincing at the thought of The Good Shepherd.  Part II, given that the film begins and ends with the failed Bay of Pigs invasion and its aftermath, with the assassination of JFK and its attendant wilderness of conspiracy lurking just over the horizon, Will the “right people” end up washing the blood off their hands in a sequel, laying the action off on some mob operation gone rogue, which then had to be covered up for “the good of the country”? All just an honest mistake….

But I seem to be getting ahead of myself. I have often been asked. ‘What do you think of the movie The Good Shepherd? And the best response I could usually offer was: “Well. I haven’t seen it yet.” I’d been aware of the film for several years, and followed its progress to the silver screen, but I don’t get out much. Then, finally, the DVD version of the film wound its way to our local store, and I picked up a copy to see what I could find.  My first viewing brought up a host of indignant furies, all riled at the historical hubris of the tale and the simple fact that most of the characters in it and even the film’s central story of betrayal are amalgamations at best, and total confabulations at worst. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not saying that you shouldn’t watch this movie, As a matter of fact. I recommend it highly — but with caveats, as will soon become clear.

Similar emotions were probably experienced by the relatives of Mafia members when The Godfather came out: contempt for its errors, but still a satisfaction at seeing a film with some semblance of reality, accurately portraying the Mafia’s attitudes, atmosphere and activities while, at the same time, exposing a very tragic and very real group that plays by its own rules and affects us all … immensely. Being an intelligence brat. I can only speak about The Good Shepherd, but if you’re interested in the views of Mafia whelps. I suggest reading Mafia Princess by Antoinette Giancana, or maybe watching some Growing Up Gotti on A&E.

But then, my own dad wasn’t a big boss; he was just a lesser boss, someone who had been in some very interesting places at some very interesting times, which had given him an overview of the agency beyond the standard compartmentalization. The last overt job that my father, Lloyd S. Millegan, had with the CIA was serving as a branch chief, the head of the East Asia Research Analysis Office. Before that, he’d been in the Office of Strategic Services (0SS) and a few of the other alpha-named agencies that eventually morphed into the CIA. After his initial contact with the intelligence community in 1936. as an 18-year-old exchange student at the University of Shanghai. He joined the OSS before World War II. In 1943, he entered the world of deep politics, “monitoring” Gen, Douglas MacArthur and his staff for the OSS and its boss, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

Dad had many interesting adventures in those days, including running guerrillas and (ironically) getting sued by the Japanese government for his actions in sequestering the Japanese-puppet Filipino government’s library during the Battle of Manila, before the US troops arrived there in 1945.

My father quit the CIA in 1959. He’d already started toward the exit after a trip to South Vietnam in 1956, where he’d met an interesting real-life character named Edwin Lansdale, who could conceivably play a big part in The Good Shepard. Part II [assuming there is one], and who had recently taken control of the opium trade in the Golden Triangle, Dad started talking to me about all this in 1969, which led me to begin exploring a phenomenon that officially doesn’t exist: CIA involvement in narco-trafficking.

Which leads to my biggest beef with the film: Instead of touching on the CIA’s illicit drug-trade connections, now well documented as going back to the early postwar era, the story offers up the standard Hollywood-cliche mole maze, set against the disingenuous dialectic of the Cold War. Thus, the first major sin of The Good Shepherd is one of omission: no mention of the long-standing role that drug trafficking has played in the agency’s arsenal of “dirty tricks.”

Nonetheless, it is through the routine spy story that the movie interjects one of its greatest truths, albeit through the lips of a tortured Russian defector stoned on LSD:

Soviet power is a myth, a great joke. There are no spare parts; nothing is working — nothing. It’s nothing but painted rust. But you, you need to keep the Russian myth alive to maintain your military-industrial complex. Your system depends on Russia being perceived as a mortal threat. It’s not a threat. It was never a threat. It will never be a threat. It is a rotted, bloated cow.

How might this sobering fact be received by the audience, coming as it does from the mouth of an enemy agent tripped out on acid, appearing in a fictional film based upon an unreliable chronicle? Might it just covertly confirm the reality that many know to be true — but without causing the uproar that such a significant revelation should engender?

Around this real-life charade revolve some other themes of the movie, leaving us with an insight into Napoleon’s famous dictum: History is a set of lies agreed upon. For when even “honorable” men lie, who is trustworthy? What is real? Are our secrets safe? Do secrets give us safety? And at what cost?

My good friend Antony Sutton was ostracized from academia for uncovering the truth that forces in the West had been propping up the USSR since its inception, there even having been surreptitious Western help in producing the war materiel that was used to kill American soldiers in the Vietnam War. Tony demanded that the evidence he’d gathered be published. He was instead warned, “not to break his rice bowl.”            .

Finally, to force the issue, Tony released his own book. He was unceremoniously tossed out of the Hoover Institute at Stanford for this act of courage. His career was ruined, his family became estranged and his integrity was betrayed — but because of Sutton’s act of righteous defiance in 1973, there is cold, hard proof of what the psychedelicized Soviet agent sagaciously spouts in this 21st-century morality play.

Will the film’s revelation of this manipulation of public opinion — this strategy of tension, this “playing” of a false Soviet threat — be trumpeted, trumped or simply filed away among the many other “facts” of the day? For this speaks deeply to our common perceived reality and shared experiences — especially of boomers, who as young children were being shoved under desks for “protection,” in a world about to be blown to smithereens … over ideology.

Antony Sutton paid the disgraceful price of being ridiculed by many, then ignored for the rest of his life. Deftly pigeonholed, his effort at speaking truth to power was sullied, entering the common discourse as per the Big Lie axiom:  The truth must be available, but only in a way that makes it easily discarded.

Soon, the only place that a person could find Tony’s books was in a John Birch Society bookstore, which for most people immediately tainted what he had to say. Tony was never a member and abhorred the group. Interestingly, when researching the JBS, a person finds a very, convoluted history — one with spook fingerprints all over it. (Was part of the JBS’s operational capability to associate conspiracy research with the domain of wacky old white men concerned about precious bodily fluids, Commie boogiemen and such?)

Which leads us to another grim reality disclosed within this Hollywood fantasy: the very real manipulation of the Fourth Estate, and thus our collective civic understandings and abilities, by intelligence agencies, political hacks, corporate flacks and bureaucrats using propaganda techniques to spin “truth out of lies.”

In The Good Shepherd, the following is spoken by Phillip Allen (William Hurt] as he hands off the film’s protagonist, Edward Wilson (Matt Damon], to Wilson’s English handler in wartime 1941 London:

You are going to have to learn, and as quickly and thoroughly as possible, the English system of intelligence, the black arts, particularly counterintelligence — the uses of information, disinformation, and how their use is ultimately … power. They have agreed to open up their operations to us — they can’t win the war without us — but they don’t really want us here…. Intelligence is their mother’s milk, and they don’t like sharing the royal tit with people that don’t have titles.

Phillip Allen is clearly patterned, at least in part, after longtime CIA chief Allen Dulles, especially since, in the movie, Allen resigns — as Dulles did in real life — after the failed Bay of Pigs operation in 1961.

Philip Allen is also supposed to be a member of Skull and Bones’ class of 1912, and the top three guys at the agency in the movie are Bonesmen, which is historically inaccurate. This is not to say that Yale and its secret-society system — especially Bones — haven’t played a huge part in the structure and execution of our country’s intelligence operations, for they have, and of course Allen Dulles was part of this power establishment. So, even by Hollywood’s historical standards, this is in the right ballpark.

But for me, many features of Phillip Allen also evoke Bonesman Prescott Bush, the grandfather of the current Bonesman in the White House, and the father of another member of Skull and Bones: the former head of the CIA and ex-president, George HW. Bush.

For Prescott Bush was more than an investment banker for the Nazis (read: the creation of an enemy) who later became a US senator, partly through the suppression of the news that the companies he’d run had been seized in 1942 under the Trading with the Enemy Act. Prescott had begun working with the intelligence community during World War I, and he maintained those contacts until his death. Also, Prescott Bush raised money for — and was on the board of directors of — the CBS television network, which was founded by William Paley, the former deputy chief for psychological-warfare operations on the staff of Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower.

And, probably most telling, Prescott — along with his son, Prescott Jr.; future CIA director William Casey; and corporate economist and intelligence gadfly Leo Cherne — founded the National Strategy Information Center (NSIC) in 1962. Some of NSIC’s early funding went to the London-based World Forum Features, which in turn circulated CIA-authored disinformation and manipulative news articles worldwide. They hoped that the “news” from these articles would subsequently be picked up and reported as fact by the US media, a process that spooks call “blowback.”

Other material discrepancies in the film abound, such as putting the wrong dates on several scenes of historical fact; books appearing in the movie before their print date; and city buses full of people going to work on Sundays. And, as students of deep politics know, the real story of the Bay of Pigs is this: JFK went to bed the night before having given the okay for the necessary air support for the invasion. That directive was then “bungled” by presidential advisor and Skull and Bones member McGeorge Bundy, because the Bay of Pigs “invasion” was a planned debacle, leaving in place a convenient “enemy” to rattle fear in American souls and dollars out of the US treasury. It also gave operational cover for other adventures and tied an albatross around the new president’s neck.

The reality is much stranger than the fiction. In fact, the essence of this might be suggested by some words spoken by De Niro’s character, Gen. William ‘Wild Bill” Sullivan, the first director of the OSS: “I am concerned that too much power will end up in the hands of too few…. It’s always in somebody’s best interest to promote enemies — real or imagined.” The reality has surpassed the cine-fiction. How far? Well….

“[M]en linked to the structures of United States intelligence” was how an Italian Senate investigation described the perpetrators of the 1980 Bologna train bombing, an act of terrorism that killed 85 people and injured over 200. The bombing was part of a series of actions carried out over many years in Italy, targeting the political left by essentially blaming and demonizing it for acts done covertly by agents of the right. The plan, part of Operation Gladio, sought to terrorize the populace into voting for strong right-wing governments in order to suppress the left.

“You had to attack civilians, the people, women, children, innocent people, unknown people far removed from the political game. The reason was quite simple: to force … the public to turn to the state to ask for greater security” was how Operation Gladio participant Vincenzo Vinciguerra put it later during his testimony to Italian authorities.

Operation Gladio, which was initially sold as a “stay-behind force” in case of the Communist takeover of Western Europe, was instead used for psychological warfare and political manipulation. Terrorism, assassination and subverting the electoral process were just a few of the deeds carried out using fascist elements, cult members, secret government agents, gangsters and covert military units.

Similarly, in Belgium, after large public protests over the nuclear-tipped missiles being based in their country, a “state security destabilization operation” was undertaken — as one participant called the series of mass killings in the mid-1980s dubbed the “Supermarket Massacres.” Investigations by the Belgian parliament determined that the goal was to instill fear and discord, trigger repressive measures, and create the pretext for stricter state control. The killers were later linked to state security, neo-Nazi groups and even to Wackenhut, a firm with US intelligence ties.

Operation Northwood was another “false flag” terrorist operation, this time emanating from the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the US Department of Defense via a study-group report entitled “Justification for US Military Intervention in Cuba,” The scheme was backed by the chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Gen. Lyman Lemnitzer, with the Joint Chiefs specifically supporting a proposal to down an aircraft supposedly carrying” college students off on a holiday,”

James Bamford, in his 2001 book Body of Secrets, wrote: “Operation Northwoods had the written approval of the Chairman and every member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, called for innocent people to be shot on American streets; for boats carrying refugees fleeing Cuba to be sunk on the high seas; for a wave of violent terrorism to be launched in Washington, D.C., Miami, and elsewhere. People would be framed for bombings they did not commit; planes would be hijacked. Using phony evidence, all of it would be blamed on Castro, thus giving Lemnitzer and his cabal the excuse, as well as the public and international backing, they needed to launch their war,”

How much of our history is simply psychological warfare, including the traumatizing of the masses through fear, the creation of false enemies, media manipulation, electoral theft and other terrorist acts, all done as a means to an end?

“[A] mind-set that thrives on secrecy and deception … encourages professional amorality — the belief that righteous goals can be achieved through the use of unprincipled and normally unacceptable means,” wrote ex-CIA officer Victor Marchetti in his book The CIA and the Cult of Intelligence. And my ex-CIA father, in a 1979 newspaper interview, stated: “When you work for the CIA, the ends justify the means.”

Is that the brutal reality behind the horrific acts of Sept. 11, 2001? Was this watershed event a managed tragedy, an occult means to invoke repression and war? Are Osama bin Laden and Al Qaeda the strategic invention of yet another enemy in a long series of created malefactors? Is it possible for us to learn and then change the way of world from the enlightened dialogue of the silver screen?

Everything that seems clear is bent and everything that seems bent is clear. Trapped in reflections, you must learn to recognize when a lie masquerades as a truth….

—Dr. Fredricks, in The Good Shepherd

So, as the Romans used to say, caveat lector! Let the reader beware —or, in other words, pay attention, and don’t believe everything you read (or see, or hear). Please hearken to those words of wisdom, but do not attempt to pass a history exam having watched The Good Shepherd … at least in my class.

Party time: William and Kate leaving the Boujis nightclub. While Boujis has become synonymous with the names of both its fun-loving royal patrons, it is also a magnet for cocaine abuse. Prince William is said to have run up a bar bill of £11,050 ($22,000) at Mahiki the week he separated from Miss Middleton (that’s around half the average national annual salary).

Daily Mail | Oct 13,  2007

By NATASHA PEARLMAN

At a darkened London nightclub at 2am on a Wednesday morning, a crowd of twentysomething partygoers are dancing with utter abandon to the thumping beat of a fashionable rap song.

But if you want to seek out the true face of this painfully exclusive London haunt, take a look at the toilets.

For it is in these elegantly appointed rooms, behind locked cubicle doors, that the real - and far more disturbing - “partying” goes on.

Welcome to Boujis - the discreet and secretive South Kensington nightclub, which has become virtually a second home to Princes William and Harry and the rather fast set with whom they have surrounded themselves.

It was here that Harry infamously cavorted with TV presenter Natalie Pinkham, and was photographed with his hands over her breasts.

It was here, in March this year, that the young Prince allegedly assaulted a paparazzi photographer after stumbling out of the club and all but measuring his length in the gutter.

And it was here that Prince William was photographed last week with Kate Middleton, as a clear sign that their romance is very much on again.

While such august guests may invest the club with the gravitas of royal approval, what really goes on inside gives the lie to the notion that it is a suitable favourite for the young Windsors.

For, as the Mail reveals today, while Boujis has become synonymous with the names of both its fun-loving royal patrons, it is also a magnet for cocaine abuse.

An investigation conducted over a number of weeks has uncovered evidence of the illegal Class A substance being taken in the club.

On more than one occasion, so obvious was the drug use that large, white flecks (which tested positive for cocaine) were clearly visible to the naked eye in the toilets.

And Boujis is not the only royal haunt tainted by cocaine, we can reveal.

Two other nightclubs in London have also become familiar features of the royal set’s social life - a set which includes Kate Middleton, Chelsy Davy, Princess Beatrice, Guy Pelly and even actress Sienna Miller, as well as many of William’s former Etonian schoolfriends and the children of tycoon Richard Branson.

Though Mahiki, in Mayfair, and the Cuckoo Club, near Piccadilly, are - like Boujis - private members’ clubs, the Mail was able to gain access to both. And in both, we once again discovered significant traces of cocaine.

Perhaps in this day and age, however disturbing the findings, we should not be surprised.

After all, Britain has the fastest-growing consumption of the drug in the world - up 30 per cent in the last year alone - and a UK Drugs Unlimited survey published last year found that nearly half the young professionals questioned had used the drug, a four-fold increase from a decade ago.

But such statistics will be of little comfort to Prince Charles, and those courtiers whose job it is to protect both the Princes and their reputation.

For while there is no suggestion that they have any involvement in the taking of cocaine in these clubs, the sleazy reality of these establishments - so regularly frequented by the future King and his younger brother - must surely disturb their serious-minded father.

Two months ago, I set out to investigate the world of the Princes’ set - the high-earning, high-spending young professionals and “trustafarians” who inhabit London’s most elegant nightclubs, and indulge themselves without a thought for the eye-watering bar bills which have become the norm in the capital’s increasingly hedonistic nightlife.

I witnessed wild- eyed, drunken partygoers who barely bothered to disguise their sniffling noses, and jaw- dropping excess among the monied young - remember Prince William himself is said to have run up a bar bill of £11,050 at Mahiki the week he separated from Miss Middleton (that’s around half the average national annual salary).

And most disturbing of all, on every surface you care to mention in toilet cubicles, in all the London nightclubs, was the stark evidence of drug abuse.

Sometimes, it was even detected on filthy ledges close to the even filthier floor of the women’s toilets, painting an undignified picture of party girls so desperate for a fix they will literally go down on their knees in the dirt to get it.

Posing as a fashion student - living off my fictional millionaire Daddy’s money of course - my first target was Mahiki.

The club itself - which was the location for the send-off party for Harry’s regiment before they flew to Iraq - is designed to look like a tropical island paradise.

My first visit is on a Tuesday and the bar is buzzing but not full.

Fifties music blares out of the speakers, a few scantily clad blonde girls dance provocatively in a corner.

All of the tables are occupied by twentysomething men in a uniform of chinos, white shirts and navy blue jackets.

Treasure Chest cocktails - a house mix of brandy, lime, peach liqueur and champagne served in glass-lined pirates’ treasure chests at £100 a time - are brought to the tables by waitresses decked in Polynesian attire.

For the less adventurous, there are the ubiquitous bottles of champagne at £300 a pop.

I order a Lover’s Cup cocktail - at £21 a glass, one of the cheapest drinks on the menu - but before I can pay, a man, who I soon learn is a hedge fund manager, signals to the waiter and my money is ignored.

The amount is small change to a man who is about to rack up a bar bill which will total nearly £4,000.

As well as buying my drink he also feels, of course, that he is buying my company.

I am immediately beckoned over with my female friend to join the table of “Ilan” - an Israeli-American who, after graduating from Harvard, came to England to cash in on the growing hedge fund opportunities.

“There is a lot of money to be made in this country and why shouldn’t we celebrate our success?

“I like to enjoy myself, particularly if I’ve done a big deal. And if I can’t do it when I’m young, when can I?”

Drugs, according to Ilan, are part of the celebration.

“There are always drugs in these places,” he adds later.

“I don’t personally take cocaine, but I know plenty of colleagues who do. They’ll take it in nightclubs or at home on their way out.

“We work such long hours that it’s a quick way to wake up and get enough energy for the night ahead.

“I promise you, even tonight when there aren’t that many people out, they’ll be people snorting cocaine in the loos.”

And he’s not wrong. Behind a locked cubicle door in the ladies’ toilets, I take out a Nark Cocaine ID Swipe - supplied by drug testing specialists Drug Aware.

The swipes are used in America by forensic teams, and these “wet wipes” can test for even the tiniest traces of cocaine and crack cocaine.

All I have to do is wipe the cloth across a surface, and if there is cocaine present it will turn blue.

In Mahiki, the club owners have clearly already anticipated the cocaine problem.

Typically, the drug is snorted off a flat surface, and Mahiki have tried to combat this by removing the toilet lids.

The cisterns have also been encased in the wall and toilet attendants are on hand to stop girls in pairs entering cubicles together.

But drug-takers are tenacious. On top of the toilet roll holder is a small flat surface, perhaps five centimetres long and three centimetres wide.

Close to the floor there is a small ledge of about the same dimensions.

Swiping my cloth over both surfaces, it immediately turns a bright blue. Thirty minutes later, I return to the second cubicle, and it too is equally covered in traces of the Class A drug.

Placing my swab carefully back into its packet, I return to the bar and discover that Ilan’s table has been joined by another girl - a blonde 26-year- old investment banker.

She seems impressed by the bottles of champagne at our table (which in a place like Mahiki can only mean money). She is also very drunk, and has attached herself and her face, quite literally, to one of Ilan’s friends.

Less than 30 seconds later they leave the club together. And not long after, so do I.

A week later, I visit the Cuckoo Club, which claims to deliver “high octane glamour to London’s party cavalry”.

Only members are allowed on the guest list and potential members must be nominated by another member and then approved by the club’s committee.

If non-members are allowed to book tables - a rarity - the minimum “spend” is £1,000.

In the past three months, Prince Harry, Chelsy Davy, Sienna Miller, the teenage Princess Beatrice and Jemima Khan, have all been pictured emerging from the club.

On entering, I descend to a cavernous, underground room, this time lit with the sparkle of endless crystal champagne flutes glinting under the disco lights.

It is a Thursday night and the room is packed with impossibly thin, tall and beautiful women, their dainty, Eastern European features set off with sparkling diamond necklaces and the shortest of designer frocks.

Young men with floppy fringes and striped shirts pour endless glasses of champagne and vodka.

In one corner, I see Spice Girl Melanie B chatting with comedian David Walliams. They soon retire to a discreet VIP area of the club.

Other revellers clamber on sofas, waving their arms frantically to the music.

Damage to the exquisite soft furnishings is disregarded by the management - for them, these guests are the cash cows who must be indulged at all costs.

In the bathrooms, there is plenty of opportunity for further misbehaviour.

The toilets come with their lids intact and there are plenty of flat surfaces for snorting drugs.

Behind a locked door, I pull down the loo seat and swipe for cocaine. The swab turns blue.

Half an hour later, I repeat the process in a second toilet. The result is the same.

My male friend has the same result in the men’s bathroom. So, another royal haunt, where celebrities and society mingle, awash with cocaine.

But these are only two of the clubs which make up the Princes’ London circuit.

The final venue, Boujis, is their home from home. I visited this week, just days after Prince William and Kate’s “reunion” appearance.

This club has, the Princes will be relieved to know, the strictest door policy in London.

“Members Only” means just that - though I am finally able to gain access thanks to the help of a very well-connected male friend.

But rigid security on the outside is accompanied by a rather more carefree attitude inside.

Thanks to the strict door policy, every guest is either a member or a personal friend of the manager, William and Harry’s friend Jake Parkinson-Smith.

Boujis, it seems, is little more than a very exclusive - and expensive - house party.

The place oozes the decadence of unlimited wealth. I overhear a twentysomething young man boasting about how he’s recently bought a £200,000 Lamborghini (or “Lambo” as he so irritatingly described it) on his father’s credit card.

And it seems that where money and alcohol mix, for this clientele, cocaine is never far away.

David, a 27-year-old part-time DJ educated at a top English boarding school, tells me: “I’ve taken it in here. Everyone coming out of the toilets is probably on it. It’s an open secret in here. Why else are the toilet queues so long?”

Although he declines to tell me where I can buy some cocaine, or indeed, from whom, it is abundantly clear that the club has a problem.

Waiting in line for the ladies’ toilets, girls stumble out of cubicles before me, rubbing their noses hard and making no attempt to hide their sniffing.

On four occasions, I enter the cubicles and each time the tops of the toilet roll holders are covered in large white flecks.

I don’t need a swab to guess what the substance is, and, sure enough, the test for cocaine is positive every time.

Returning to the same cubicle twice during the night - after it has been cleaned by a bathroom attendant - I find fresh evidence of further cocaine use.

Back on the dance floor, the party continues.

At 2am, no one shows any sign of slowing down. For the rest of the country it is just another damp mid-week night; for this group of privileged youngsters, it is simply an excuse to indulge every hedonistic whim.

Last night, Boujis manager Jake Parkinson-Smith, said: “We have a zero tolerance policy against any type of drug at Boujis. Anyone found with drugs is immediately ejected and the police informed.”

Meanwhile, Guy Pelly at Mahiki declined to comment, and at the time of going to press, the Cuckoo Club had not returned our calls.

It is hard to see what it is about this dingy, frenetic world that the Queen’s grandsons love so much.

And without the kudos of their presence, one wonders whether such clubs would do nearly so well.

But for their own sakes, and for the sakes of the hangers-on who clamour around them every time they appear, it must be hoped that the Princes will take a hard look at the crowd with whom they choose to share their evenings - and whether their patronage of these particular nightclubs is such a good idea after all.