concernedperson
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Hi all. What I am about to post is in part fact, in part fiction. I am in no way accusing Kate and Gerry McCann of doing anything untoward at any time in their lives. What I pose is a hypothetical situation resultant from an ongoing discussion my fiance and I have been engaged in. I have taken that hypothetical situation and embellished it, creating something of a story.
Bear with me if you will...
There are far too many defenders of Camp McCann, methinks, who are far too easily riled by anyone simply expressing the FACT that the McCanns left their wee children unattended which, ulitmately, led to the disappearance of their eldest daughter. Why are these supporters so defensive of this statement of fact? The only logical answer I have is that they, too, have left their wee ones alone to nip down to the pub or the corner store or the neighbors or wherever. It is the there-but-for-the-grace-of-god syndrome. And I think it terrifies them, instills some deep seated, probably indefinable guilt and relief that their kiddos never fell in harms way as a result of their actions.
I have posted opinions which mirror many who have been critical and I have done so on many sites. I have been villified for expressing my opinion, called heartless and cruel and had sympathy expressed to my daughter for having such a cold hearted mother. It is mind boggling.
As to Team McCann; Well, I have thought something was awry from the very begining. As each new day passes and the inconsistencies grow I become more convinced that there needs to be greater examination of those closest to Madeleine. Gerry's blog has, for me, become an object of fascination in its contradictions and purely business like tone. The wallet fiasco, as an example, was claimed to have been picked from his pocket on his way to an ATM so he could make a withdrawal as he had no Sterling. Then, upon the return of his wallet he states that the Sterling was gone but his cards and 30 Euro were still there. I won't even touch on him not mentioning the photographs.
I seem to address the McCann saga in spurts. Oveindulge in it for a few days until I am so nauseated that I can't stand it and then break from it for a week or so. These past few days I have been scouring more deeply than in past. Today I came across a hypothesis posted by an individual in a forum and it was as if a light was switched on for me.
You see, my theory is that something went horribly awry. 'But what?' My fiance asks. And I have no specific answer, only that there are many instances of young children being deliberately or inadvertantly harmed by those closest to them. 'But why only one child if there are more?' He poses. Hmmm. That is a puzzler. Though there was that case in Toronto recently where that tiny little boy was abused and caged and forced to live among his own bodily discharges, drink from the toilet and eat from dog dishes (when they chose to feed him) and starved to death while in the care of his grandparents. His siblings were in their care as well but for some reason they chose only to abuse him to the degree they did (a sister was also abused but not to the same degree). Who knows what goes on in the heart of men and women? One may often ask 'Why?' and only hear the hollow echo of the word ringing back at them.
And then the hypothesis.
Imagine:
You are a doctor. You and your wife, who is also a doctor, take a vacation abroad with your three young children. You have your friends and their children joining you, all of them doctors as well. Though the children are well looked after by on site care services during the day you decide it is too much trouble to use in the evenings. How enjoyable could the close of your night out with friends be if you had to round up three small kiddos, stumble them home (if you've perhaps had a few too many sangria) and then try to settle them down to sleep so that you could then lay your weary head down for the night?
Being in the medical profession you have intimate knowledge of the function and administration of sedatives. Oh, yes, many a parent has (however wrongly) brought cough syrup or some other tranquilizing over the counter medication with them on trips to help quiet the littles for long sojourns on airplanes. What harm, they think. But, hey! Why the unreliable over the counter stuff when you have easy access to the real deal? The good stuff, you know, the kind that is sure to work so that you can know with absolute certainty there is no way your children will wake up and wander or be afraid because mom and dad are not around.
One night, in the hubbub of getting the kiddos ready for bed and yourselves ready to go out and enjoy adult time with your friends, you administer the 'medicine' to your three children. You disappear into the loo for a shave as your wife dresses. When you have finished hitting yourself with the pretty stick you come out to find your wife administering the 'medicine' to the oldest child, the youngest already nodding off. "Wait!" You call out. "I've already given the children their meds for the night." But it is too late, the sweetened elixer has already been swallowed. "Oh, no." Says dear wife. "What on earth shall we do?" You think for a few moments, perhaps even attempt to have the child throw up the second dose and when that fails, as she is slipping away to sleep, friends are calling at the door for you and so you make a tough decision. "Look, we're not giving them maximum dosage anyway. She'll be fine, she might just sleep a little later into the morning. Let's get on to dinner now, I'd reallly love a drink."
And away you go. Confident the children will not rouse. And the eldest never does. During one of your sporadic checks on the children you discover her not breathing and non responsive to all efforts to revive her. The younger children are still deeply asleep in sedated dreams. Panic is welling up within you. Thoughts of being charged with accidentally killing your own child. Knowing it is likely then that your remaining children will be stripped from your care. The imminent loss of your privileges to practise medicine, your very lifeblood, are hovering in your peripheral vision. This cannot be happening. This simply cannot be allowed to happen. It will destroy both breadwinners careers and the family. Better to salvage what is left of the family, as heartbreaking as it might be to have to do so. You are thinking only of the remaining children, of course, and their well being.
So you do what any responsible father would do - would HAVE to do - you dispose of the lifeless body of your first born child. Somewhere clever, where she will never be found. But where? A garbage bin? The bottom of the sea? Most likely a garbage bin, you think. You've seen how garbage pick up works. Great big bins picked up by compacting trucks. No human hands handling them or poking around inside of them. Yes. That would be best.
But then... how to explain the missing child? An abduction is the only logical thing to claim. And so you do.
It begins badly. The child is missing but your wife botches her opening lines. Something that will be called into question by probing minds across the globe from the first of its reports. You mistakenly stay put instead of scouring the entire resort and neighborhoods calling her name in a proper panic. Scene one, Act one of this affair has not gone off as it should have and there are too many questions regarding your behaviour both before and after the child went missing. You know you want to appear to be cooperating with police, being the heartbroken parents and all, but they are asking some really hard questions and they are relentless. You recall how horrible it was for that family in the United States, the ones with the beauty queen daughter and how suspicion was cast upon them and how they were villified by the press. So you hire lawyers. You do the things that any parent of any missing child anywhere might do in making public appeals for her safe return. As the days tick on you find you don't much care for the criticism of you and your wife abounding across the www. You have to, must, do something to ingratiate your image as that of caring, loving, heartbroken and responsible parents. And so it begins to roll. They media are nothing but tea and sympathy, that's easy enough. No hard hitting questions there.
Fast forward a month and now you find yourself with a team of handlers. And a fund established.
And suddenly you are famous. You are meeting celebrities, having an audience with the Pope, travelling the globe and seen as important, much more important on a global scale than you ever were previously as a simple surgeon. It's hard not to get caught up in it. As the fund grows beyond your dreams, and you find yourself living on a permanent holiday set, all paid for by the graciousness of others, you can't help but imagine this as a permanent arrangement. You will resolutely stay put until you can bring your precious child home, but only you and your wife know that she will never come home, thereby enabling you to continue to exist on this new plane.
Your wife is feeling the stress though. She is having to play the grieving mother and yet, in reality, is the grieving mother. She has been holding her own, so far, in keeping with the script. But you worry about her. Worry she may break. "Only for a bit longer, darling." You tell her. "We can only be expected to grieve for so long. We can behave with some degree of normalcy as time marches on. Do it for the children. You must."
And time marches on. And the child remains missing. It appears that recovering her may takes years, if it ever happens at all.
End.
This hypothetical situation was noted, as I said, on another forum however it was done so in three short points. I have taken it in hand with my overactive imagination and embellished and made it into a story. A sad story.
Though it be my wish that no child ever face harm of any kind at the hands of strangers or the people they are born to, I am afraid that it happens in abundance. Daily. Hourly. Every minute.
My heart weeps for them as much and as hard as it does for young Madeleine McCann.
Welcome, BadKat. Excellent post and one that I believe may have some footing. I read about this case but rarely post as it is too confusing for me as far as the parents convoluted remarks. It is similar to the Ramsey's convoluted remarks in the beginning of JonBenet's murder investigation.
Therefore I was hesitent to post for fear of being accusatory. I guess everyone needs to be looked at fully. Maddie needs to be found and memorialized in the proper way.
