ex-QVS housemaster Glenn
Harrison's synopsis of events about
physical and sexual abuse at Queen
Victoria School as related to a journalist in
Personal and in
confidence to Davy R about QVS.
am convinced it was a Masonic
conspiracy, Ministry Of Defence
(MoD), Her Majesty's Schools Inspectorate
(HMI), and Her Majesty's Commissioners
(HMCs), military top brass and others.
The matter was a cover-up to protect people
in high office in Government."
I know nothing of the conditions
inside the school as it is now.
I can only describe to you my beliefs and feelings about the
school as it was 12 years ago. I have had contact from reporters
and journalists time and time again. I have had enough. All
they want is a story; "here today and gone tomorrow".
There is nothing new here. This is not a revelation. I do
not have videos, written statements or lists of names or secret documents.
Everything I know is here printed below. I cannot tell you everything.
It would take too long and I am trying to forget it now. Until
Robbie [the Pict] phoned about six weeks
ago and introduced me to Tom
Minogue it was all gone and past. All
of the letters/literature I wrote is lost now. I had to give it
up; my wife pleaded with me to forget the past and just get on with
life. I am lucky to have a job at all.
In order to get a true
picture of QVS we need to go back to the 19th
century, the old colonial days of Gordon Kitchener,
Rhodes and Baden Powell.
Where Eton and Harrow were templates of all good schools that bred young
men fit to rule an empire. Where bullying and survival of the
fittest was the order of the day - Tom Brown eat your heart out!
begins in the later days of the colonisation of Africa. The year
1899 saw the Boer war and if you look on any war memorial for that war
the bulk of the names are Scottish. Most of the soldiers killed
were Scottish and in 1900 there were so many orphans in Scotland
a petition was sent to the Queen. As
a result she set up a Royal charter for the school, to care for the
sons of Scottish Servicemen. It was indeed a noble cause.
In 1902 the building started and the school officially opened in 1908.
There is also a sister school in Dover called the Duke of
York and both schools operated on the same lines.
In WW2 both schools operated
together in Dunblane where it was safe from
bombs. But originally QVS was not a
school, it was an orphanage, and boys were taught trades and raised
as prospective soldiers for future wars or military conflicts.
Boys who would become men, "young men fit to rule or serve an empire".
Here a young man would have a golden opportunity of being provided for
by the state. Imagine a poor boy from the poor areas of Glasgow
(in the Edwardian times) being financed through private military school!
There were many applicants and long waiting lists. In 1990, it
costs almost twice as much to send a pupil through QVS
Each boy would have standard
issue, boy-size clothes. In 1990 a single kilt alone cost over
£350.00 each. From socks to vests and underpants and full
military dress boy-size uniforms, English redcoat-red. They would
be able to follow in the footsteps of their fathers, learn a trade,
basic literacy and learn the pipes, drums or both. It was a school
for the sons of squaddies, not officers, but always to strive for the
same standards on the sports field and military fetes. He would learn
how to lead, be tough, strong, how to use and assemble weaponry of all
kinds, and most of all be trusted with secrets.
But there was something
else - going to QVS meant joining a brotherhood
that spans decades, an old boys association and was/is very strong. QVS
was/is a regiment in its own right, with its own colours and traditions,
and each boy wears his father's regimental insignia on his uniform and
pipes. The sound of the pipes would send shivers down the spine,
little soldiers in bright red tunics with hunting Stuart kilts would
march in perfect formation, their Glenn Garry tassels blowing in the
wind and their shoes so polished you could use them as a mirror.
What could be more perfect?
Much of the school business was shrouded in secrecy and was protected
behind the Official Secrets Act (OSA). Even
the finances were often hidden and many of the traditions were unwritten
and rituals were common, trials of strength and stamina run by the older
boys who endured suffering themselves as young boys and felt duty bound
to continue the tradition. Fagging was common, young boys treated
brutally by older boys which was tolerated by the staff. Bullying
is good for you! Teachers would teach boys and boys teach other
boys and so ad infinitum.
The sound of boots marching
and sergeant majors screaming commands and boys obeying: "Yes,
Sa!" "No, Sa!". Black cars with official
insignia arrived. Officers with Sam Brown and stick under their
arms visited the school, saluting and almost goose stepping around the
place, were held in great reverence. Boys saluted saying, "Sa!".
On Parents' day, with parades, the parents were almost afraid
of the staff and very submissive, especially the mothers. The
children were taught not to complain, never to tell because this was
weakness and who knows you might break down under interrogation by the
enemy one day, so do not tell anything, "we are training you up
for this". How easy it is to fool young boys.
are you son?
Son: Fine. But dad they ...
Father: Stand up straight, son.
Son: But dad they ... they ...
Father: Never complain, son. A real man doesn't complain, never
Son: Yes, dad, OK.
Father: A good man doesn't complain son, right! That's
life son, that's the way it goes.
Mother: And your father may be promoted to major soon and think
of the pension when he retires!'
Son: ... well ... errrr ... well, I guess I must be OK then.
The parents rarely knew
of the secret horrors that awaited their sons. Broken bones, which
happened when they fell down the steps, or an "accident" in
rugby. Rugby! Haaa! There's an excuse! A
bully's paradise and the teachers just turned a blind eye - part of
school tradition. We must not interfere. They have to learn
to be tough.
Several staff were ex-Navy
sub-mariners and commanders. Boys had no one to speak to, to pour
their hearts out to. I was approached in the early hours of the
morning by boys. I was horrified and afraid of what they told
me. There were no guidance teachers, advisors. Matrons were
just skivvies and trained to get on with their work and keep their mouths
shut. It was like stepping back in time! QVS
was/is an anachronism.
I was to learn
that many teachers were Masons,
as was the head teacher and another housemaster, and, of course,
so was the man who ran the show: the Brigadier.
Boys were told that women
were there to obey and you had to behave or be beaten by bigger, stronger
men. Full-time women teachers only came in after 1992. Housemasters
and teachers, having signed the Official Secrets Act
(OSA), were loath to discuss personal problems. Pensions
were at stake, promotions and futures. We had to write reports
and 99 per cent of complaints were filed in the bin. Parents,
usually serving military, were loath to complain lest their promotion
or pension prospects were endangered. Dealings were mainly through
Housemasters used to be
army majors but then they brought in civvies in the 70s, to cope with
increasing academic challenges. When I was originally interviewed
for the job, I told the head teacher that nothing stands still or it
stagnates, that my intention was to keep abreast of modern education
developments to bring the school out of the 19th Century and into the
90s and prepare for a new 21st Century. He seemed to like that
and I got the job based on my experience after five years previously
working in a boarding school in Shropshire.
I was in for a shock!
Older boys were allowed to use younger boys as slaves. Naughty
boys were given to older boys to punish (fagging). I was told
this was traditional - an unwritten code and I would not understand
their ways because this was Scotland and I
was English. I strongly objected and started to question the older
boys, to write reports objecting to these traditions.
time went by, more and more boys opened up and told the most dreadful
and appalling stories. I fell into disrepute among staff. The
Brigadier and military conting-encies (the
real rulers of the school) wanted me out. (The head teacher gave
me an excellent reference before I left, by the way!)
I was in for a shock!
One of the main problems was who do you complain to? There was
no clear complaints procedure. There were official looking bodies
of people called HMCs - who spoke with posh,
authoritative English accents - who would pretend to be considering
your written complaints, in mock complaints meetings. They took
months to answer a single letter with no real answer at all! They even
posed as a committee representative to appear sympathetic and take notes
as you spoke, then, when you had gone, tear it all up and throw it in
the bin. I was told this had gone on for years! Meanwhile,
I would be fooled into thinking the procedures were being followed,
but never a word came back. I found out later the reports were
never filed and recorded at all and the HMCs
mysteriously gone, non-existent.
all started when I refused to go to tea with a prince. "You
fool," other staff said. "You have ruined a great career
and a good pension!" I was alarmed at the brutality, and,
if it was the last thing I did, I would stop it once and for all - job
or no job. I was naive to think it would be all so easy.
My wife and I refused to go to our places by the side of Prince
Andrew at the mess meal table, in protest at the many
unheard voices and suffering of young boys.
~ On one occasion a black Bentley car, with little flags
displayed clearly on the front wings, appeared at QVS
with Prince Andrew inside. From
what was gathered, it was an impromptu visit because nobody seemed to
be aware he was visiting and there was no pomp and ceremony.
The pupils around were shooed away from trying to see who it was, albeit
they were not all that interested. Maybe QVS
got short notice that someone was coming; but then why was the purpose
of his visit not disclosed. Why was it to remain a mystery?]
I told the Brigadier
to stop playing soldiers and "get his act together". No
one had ever spoken like that to him before. Some of the stories
the boys told me were horrify-ing and I found myself fighting for the
child's right to complain and be heard, and be happy, to grow up in
a caring, family atmosphere of trust.
I recalled the poet's
words: "For we can house their bodies but not their souls - for
their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow where you cannot come, not
even in your dreams." (Children from The Prophet Khalil Gibran).
I said on several occasions
that some day, I believe, one of these boys will pick up a machine gun,
which he was trained to use at QVS, and murder
innocent people in a shopping mall or public place, because he was abused
and deeply disturbed as a child at QVS. "When?"
they ask: I don't know! It's a time bomb, the results of when
secret organisations and people are allowed to act with impunity.
all have an accounting and a responsibility to these lads! They
do not belong to the Ministry of Defence they
are our responsibility, they are the seeds of tomorrow and they have
a right to be happy and grow up in a disciplined and caring environment,
whether its Scotland or anywhere else on earth.
told the police, the social service, child-line,
Esther Rantzen and others, NSPCC,
and dozens of agencies. All of them ignored me. I
eventually wrote to parents and told them that their children did not
belong to the MoD, but to them, and the children's
welfare was all that mattered. Their children have a right
to be here and be happy. That joining the army is not the only
career and that it's OK if they like poetry and literature and hate
rugby, because we are all different; that there are many battles in
life and not all of them are won with guns and brutality.
I told the head teacher,
this was no way to run a school in the 90s and that the MoD
were not genuinely concerned with the educational process or care of
the young. But, alas, the powers were above him. He
was more of a figurehead, a puppet ruler under command of the Brigadier.
There was confusion between the culture of secrecy and genuine confidences
that are in place to protect the innocent.
housemaster, I saw myself acting in loco parentis and I wanted to know
where the boys were, what they were doing and whether they were happy,
or otherwise. Boys would go away on weekend military camps, and
with the Brigadier to his home, or to homes
of top brass or HMC or high-society Perthshire
people, fiscals, sheriffs, police officials.
They had to take their kilts and clean underwear and I was not given
a contact address. What went on at these parties was secret but
some boys were very disturbed. Older boys with younger boys. I
became disturbed too, screams in the dorm at night, empty beds, rituals
in dark places, and used warm, filled, condoms hurriedly abandoned. There
was fear throughout every age group and the teachers knew about it.
complained but was ignored. I was advised to get out. What
was I supposed to do? I had no pastoral training, and no
one to talk to. I told the police and
social services but to no avail. The staff cut me off, missiles
were thrown at my window, and I was warned to keep my mouth shut.
I was living dangerously in a Mason stronghold. I
picked the phone up one day and was growled at, as though a bear was
on the other end. I was fuming mad to say the least!
the police came and bashed down the door of
my home and took House cash and House records, then arrested me.
I was taken to Dunblane Police Station where
I was interviewed for over an hour by special detectives brought from
Edinburgh. Never from that day to this have I had any explanation
for that action.
In 1993/94, I took the
sword again and found I was totally blocked and alone. They owe
me a lot more than an explanation. I wrote to Andrew Mellor in
1992/3, Scotland's guidance advisor at the
time and he was appalled and showed a determination to help me. Then
suddenly, out of the blue, he was promoted to Chief Bullying Officer
and the communicating stopped.
Hamilton's friend, fellow housemaster and primary teacher,
Philip (a Mason),
died aged 44 in some freak accident in the school hall in December 1993.
I think Philip's death was suspicious, to
say the least. I think he was a man with a conscience and about
to crack. A brother Mason surgeon filled
in the death certificate with an appropriate bogus cause of death. If
I had stayed at QVS I would have been dead
too. Jim Wallace helped me as my MP,
but said he hit a brick wall. [Ed.
~ Jim Wallace would become Justice Minister in the
newly formed Scottish Parliament - established by the Scotland Act
1998, commencing on 29 May 1999 - and, along with the Lord
Advocate Colin Boyd and the First
Minister Jack McConnell, would be embroiled in the criminal
cover-up at the heart of the fingerprint scandal surrounding
former Strathclyde detective Shirley
McKie, who was awarded £750,000 of taxpayers'
money following a nine-year battle to clear her name after fingerprint
experts in the Scottish Criminal Records Office set her up.]
threw the Official Secrets Act at me, Her
Majesty's Inspectorate virtually ignored me. Shame
on them! But Wallace forced them
('94) to send me a progress report to show the details of changes that
had been brought in the school since I left. A female AHT has
been appointed, and the introduction of individual rooms instead of
dorms, and last but not least, girl
here we have the stage set which led to 16 children and a teacher lying
needlessly dead in a Dunblane graveyard.
What possible connection is there? Two dead men, a gun club, vulnerable
little boys, and a nest of Masons. These
deceitful men have been hiding behind a screen of apparent respectability
for decades, centuries even, high-ranking respectable persons preying
on young boys who were conditioned to remain silent, thinking they were
heroes by not telling. Not all boys were abused and these were
often the abusers and bullies themselves, and will be in a hurry to
defend the honour of the school.
In the HMI's
report I was accused of exaggerating, but they never interviewed me
or spoke with me at all, nor did they send me a report. It was
as if I did not exist.
There were serious reports
of abuse in the fifties that never made it out of the QVS
gates! Paedophilia is not new, it was
and is today a huge problem, a cancer in society. All hidden behind
the Official Secrets Act! Even Dickens
tried to expose it and we can see some of the characters like Oliver
Twist and the Beadle. Dickens
was told that he would not have sold his books if he told too much. This
is what I firmly believe but cannot prove, try as I will.
was a perfect cover for institutional physical and sexual abuse.
At first it was orphan boys. On and off, over decades, QVS
has supplied children (with sealed lips) for abuse: "Where the
carcass is, there the eagles gather." They were accessible
to "eagles" like top brass military, politicians, police
officials, sheriffs, fiscals and successful business people in Perthshire. And
fools like me could be squashed, swallowed up or sent to some island
somewhere. They all gather at the water hole.
you say? There are similar stories from Wellbeck college and Duke
of York, where names of the famous are well known associations,
including famous Statesmen. The link is Masons,
masters of secrecy and deception. Which is where Hamilton
comes in to the story. The weak link in the powerful chain
of abusers. Here we have a perfect situation where boys, sworn
to secrecy, and parents under orders to keep quiet, helpless to complain.
Hamilton was unbalanced and had power by
knowledge. This is why he was allowed to have guns. He was
in on the secret and knew names of those other paedophilia
those names get out even now after 12 years, there will be a riot and
the press will have a field day! Lives and careers will be ruined!
Is this why Hamilton's file went missing only
hours after the killings? Is this why Lord Cullen,
who I believe was a QVS Commissioner, was
appointed to preside over the Hamilton investigations? This
is how Masons operate. They control
everything and their allegiance is to each other. No wonder they
want a 100-year
embargo on the Hamilton
were invited into Office, not appointed by interview, and included head
teachers, police, top military brass (retired),
fiscals and generally rich, high society people. Ian
Lang was chief Commissioner of QVS
in 1990/91. After I complained in 1991, these HMCs
suddenly disappeared into thin air. But I got nowhere. I
am just a foolish teacher, Mr Nobody, who they squashed like a fly,
the proverbial fool on the hill, "the man with a thousand voices
talking perfectly loud, but nobody ever hears him, they know he's just
a fool" (Beatles 1967). Yet I spoke out long before Hamilton
committed his crime.
Police knew this man had an unhealthy interest
in little boys and guns and that he was a friend of the police,
and a frequent visitor to the QVS shooting
range. I saw him but I had no idea who he was at the time.
I was never a member of any gun club, just a teacher doing my job caring
I am most angry at the
HMI. I confided in them with details. My allegations
were never investigated except by the police,
and their file remains closed to all, including Wallace,
my MP. But the HMI betrayed a teacher. They
never interviewed me - no one ever did - I did not exist! They
interviewed pupils and parents, who were briefed by the MoD
and known to be loyal to the QVS management.
QVS was under their auspices. They
failed the community and destroyed their own credibility.
The English HMI
were frozen into disbelief when I copied the material to them in London
in 1994, and the GTC, of which I am a registered member, were equally
helpless. In 2000, at the inspection of Baltasound Junior High
School, I called them to a private meeting; the HMI
were positively uneasy with me and "bit my head off" when
I referred to QVS.
did some research some years ago and found that Masons
are not only an anachronism but are powerfully implicated in nearly
all cases of institutional abuse of orphan children going back over
years in England, Wales and Scotland, Dickens'
Beadle lives! Even if they are not direct perpetrators of abuse,
they hide or disappear vital files that prevent the matter from going
to court, appoint bogus fellow Mason investigators
like Lord Cullen - and all to protect their
brethren and their own reputations.
Biblical language is the
only way I can think of aptly describing Masons:
"this brood of serpents", "these whitewashed graves full
of dead men's bones". Secret societies bring shame to Scotland. Circles
and windmills! Why don't old boys, now men, complain? Because
they are invited into the "care" of "the Mason-fold"
with all its privileges - wheels within wheels, windmills and circles?
This is the way secret societies perpetuate
themselves. Would you want people to know how you were treated
at QVS if you had a young wife and a family?
The old boys association is very, very strong and Mason-controlled. Not
all boys were abused, maybe only a relatively small percentage. Expect
hundreds to rally to the defence of QVS who
will say how wonderful were their days at QVS.
The most precious resource
is people! How can we raise up a new nation, as part of a cancerous
system based on secret societies? Scotland
is a new nation full of talent and tremendous natural resources. The
young are the seeds of tomorrow, our scientists, lawyers, all kinds
of professionals, a responsible electorate - the young people - the
Scotland of tomorrow? Somebody has got
to stop Masons!
My wife once described
me as a general going into battle - with no army. Yes, I would
like justice to be done and Masons discredited,
but I have done my bit. Maybe some day someone will have the courage
(and good luck) to tear down that barrier and expose secret
societies who hide behind respectability and use their
fellow human beings to satisfy their own gratification and desire -
and then further abuse their power to cover it all over for 100
years, when they will be safe, long gone from the scene,
and not accountable any more. Is it any wonder they want their
membership of the lodge to be a secret! They may say: "Who
is this man who says such terrible things? Let him stand in a
court of law and prove it! I can't, not now. I am just an
ordinary teacher, not
am I to stand up against the might of the MoD
who have sent countless men to their deaths in war, or tell the proud
Cullen that he is corrupt and shames his countrymen?
If I received help all those years ago, and responsible agencies had
seen the proverbial "red light for danger", AND INVESTIGATED
MY ALLEGATIONS THOROUGHLY, then maybe Thomas Hamilton
could have been stopped, blacklisted and disarmed by a responsible Central
Police Force. And maybe, just maybe, those wee
graves in a cold Dunblane graveyard would
be green grass. Maybe there would be still another dedicated teacher
like Gwen who died so bravely, and maybe, just maybe another 16 twelve
year-olds, like the pride of Scotland's youth,
paused ready to be launched into their lives as a new nation is born!
I have climbed the great
mountain and crossed the wide river. I have put my job and life
on the line - I can do no more. I've had enough and my family
have suffered too. Now I want to go home to myself. For
my sins, I have settled in my exile on this most northerly
Isle; I have fought the battle and lost, and now I want to
tend my oysters in peace. Let others fight the battle. I've
had enough. I cannot answer any more question, give names or details,
videos. If you want answers to the Hamilton
killings then QVS is the place to go and DIG. I
would like to be left in peace. I
can do no more now.