Despite feminist campaigners – who should know better – alleging that the UK’s criminal justice system is hopelessly biased against women, history tells a different tale. It is an unpalatable fact that a sociopathic female accuser can wreak havoc in the life of an innocent man and that only in the most extreme cases is such a monster ever brought to justice.
Look at the case of Jemma Beale. She was a breath-takingly dishonest woman who made multiple false allegations of sexual assaults against innocent men between 2010-13. Beale was a massively fat, self-proclaimed lesbian whose alleged history of victimisation at the hands of men – not her normal choice of sexual partner, surely? – should have raised at the least question marks in the minds of PC Plod and Constable Knapweed, who spent a staggering 6,400 hours investigating her claims.
According to the BBC, Beale claimed she was raped by nine men and sexually assaulted by six, all strangers, in four encounters spanning three years. Incredibly, the British police and prosecution service’s insane policy of dubbing any woman who alleges sexual assault a “victim”, whose account must be believed, led to Beale being presented to a jury as credible.
One of the men she accused was convicted, after a retrial, and sentenced to a a seven-year term. Eventually, he was exonerated on appeal in 2015. In 2017, Southwark crown court found Beale guilty of four counts of perjury and four counts of perverting the course of justice, and sentenced her to ten years in prison.
The trial judge’s summing-up was damning:
This trial has revealed, what was then not obvious, that you are a very, very convincing liar and you enjoy being seen as a victim.
The prosecution described your life as a ‘construct of bogus victimhood’.
These offences usually began as a drunken attempt to get your partner’s sympathy or perhaps to arouse her jealousy.
They each began impulsively, but what is particularly chilling is the manner in which you persisted in making allegations which you knew were untrue even to the extent of committing and repeating perjury.
Beale is not the only evil one. As long ago as 1998, another wicked woman named Maria Marchese decided to target an NHS psychiatrist named Jan Falkowski, for no other reason than that he was the NHS clinician looking after her partner, a Mr Attard. Marchese became irrationally obsessed with Falkowski, who was also a successful powerboat competitor.
She followed him to his competitions, built up a shrine in her flat to him (her flat was covered with photographs of him), and bombarded Falkowski and his then fiancée Deborah Pemberton with texts and e-mails of an increasingly threatening nature. She even broke into his houseboat and turned on the gas taps, risking an explosion.
On learning that he was hoping to marry, she threated to shoot his bride on their wedding day and poison their guests. Despite her arrest in 2003, the authorities refused to charge Marchese, who instead received a caution (a modest penalty, akin to a slap on the wrist).
Marchese then – as with all pathological stalkers – exacted revenge on her accuser. She accused Dr Falkowski of raping her in his office. And lo, dumb PC Plod and dumber Constable Knapweed took her claims at face value: “Sarge! She’s been raped!” Well, as you know, all a rape accuser nowadays has to say is that they’ve been raped, and the authorities believe them. Simple as.
Creepily, Marchese then produced some of her knickers with Falkowksi’s semen on them, alleging that this was her proof. Slam dunk, thought dim PC Plod and dimmer Constable Knapweed, who by then had conveniently managed to lose all the evidence of Marchese’s stalking of Falkowski.
Terrifyingly, the crooked Crown Prosecution Service (aka the Clown Prosecution Service) then refused to allow Dr Falkowski’s legal team to appoint their own forensic expert – even though she was the former head of the UK’s recently disbanded Forensic Service.
Eventually, after much pressure, the Clown Prosecution Service agreed to the former head of the UK’s former Forensic Service examining the knickers – but only under supervision.
Only by that step was a miscarriage of justice averted.
On the renewed DNA analysis, there were TWO women’s DNA. This was Marchese’s downfall.
The strain on his relationship with his fiancée had led to Falkowski acquiring a new girlfriend. It seems that creepy stalker Marchese had been hanging around outside the new girlfriend’s apartment and raided her dustbin, in search of used condoms. Evidently Marchese had failed to appreciate that such condoms would also have the new girlfriend’s DNA in them.
Marchese’s difficulty was that she was alleging a rape at an earlier time, when Dr Falkowksi and the new girlfriend hadn’t met.
So, Dr Falkowski was acquitted and the Clown Prosecution Service charged evil Ms Marchese, who had been employed on the cheese counter of Selfridges. In 2007, Marchese was jailed at Southwark Crown Court for nine years, having been found guilty of harassment, making threats to kill and perverting the course of justice.
Judge John Price described it as “the most serious [stalking] case he had ever encountered”. He said: “What you did to those two was dreadfully painful, dreadfully hard and caused them enormous suffering. It is difficult to imagine a more serious case.” Her behaviour had changed her victims’ lives forever. Miss Pemberton lost weight, saw her health deteriorate, and contemplated suicide.
Miss Pemberton then emigrated to Australia.
By now, it seems that crazy Marchese has probably been released, and is roaming the UK somewhere. Surely false accusers such as her and Beale should be made to carry some kind of public health warning?