They Tried to Break Me.

The Price of Speaking Truth to Power.

In 2012, I stood in the Sussex Police and Crime Commissioner (PCC) elections on an anti-corruption platform. While I didn’t win, I continued the fight by appointing myself Shadow PCC, dedicated to holding the elected official to account.

One of my most notable exposés involved revealing that the newly elected PCC had made a false statement during her campaign — claiming she had never claimed expenses, when evidence proved otherwise. I argued that if someone lies about the small things, they can’t be trusted with the big ones. This referral reached the Independent Office for Police Conduct (IOPCC), and although no action was taken, it clearly struck a nerve.

What followed was a pattern of state power used not for public safety — but seemingly to punish dissent.

The First Arrest: A Blogger Silenced.

In 2017, after years of blogging about police misconduct and alleged corruption, I was arrested for stalking and harassment. The allegations centred around my writing and criticism of the PCC. But after a thorough investigation, no charges were brought. The evidence didn’t hold. I was free to go… or so I thought.

On the very same day that I was cleared of those allegations, I was rearrested — this time, for alleged possession of indecent images of children. I was told that a category C image and a cartoon of family incest had been found on a disc in my possession. The weight of the accusation was unbearable. For three years, I lived with that charge hanging over my head.

My defence was simple: I had no knowledge of these images. I didn’t put them there. I didn’t create them. I didn’t know they existed. But the system didn’t seem to care. My case was delayed and adjourned over and over again. And just as quietly as it had begun, it ended — thrown out of court, not enough evidence, and declared not in the public interest to proceed.

But the damage had already been done.

Words Weaponised.

The night before the court trial, I recorded a 15-minute personal message, discussing the nightmare I was about to face. I said, “Yes, I acknowledge CP was found in my possession,” because that’s what the police told me. That was the basis of their charge. That one sentence, said in context, was clipped and twisted by trolls — chiefly one who has been obsessively targeting me for years — and turned into a weapon.

The truth is simple: I have never knowingly possessed or created such material. I have never been convicted of any such crime. That sentence was never an admission of guilt — it was the grim reality of the situation I was walking into.

The Smears Get Worse.

If that wasn’t enough, years later I was arrested again — this time over an even more fantastical claim: that I had allegedly taken teenage boys into a wooded area, showed them horrific videos, and tried to entice them into something appalling. The accusation was shocking and baseless. A year later, the case was dropped. No evidence. No charges. Another stain on my name, without substance.

I have strong reason to believe that certain online individuals, including one who has openly admitted to posing as a child online, played a role in manufacturing these complaints. These aren’t coincidences. They’re coordinated efforts to destroy me.

The Result? A Reputation in Ruins.

I’ve been called things no man should be called. My name has been dragged through the mud. My words have been twisted. My truth denied.

But here are the facts:

I have never been convicted of stalking.
I have never been convicted of any sexual offence.
I have never harmed a child.
I have never used my platform for anything other than exposing truth and demanding justice.

What I have done is challenge authority. I’ve stood up to power. I’ve refused to be silenced. And for that, I have paid a price.

But I’m still here. And I won’t be going anywhere.

If exposing corruption means making enemies, then so be it. I'd rather be hated for telling the truth than loved for living a lie.