By Kio Amachree
I was playing polo in Wiltshire when Princess Diana was executed.
I saw the look, as I call it, in the eyes of senior British military officers that day.
I was woken at 4:00am by a Major, a man who had gone to school with me, telling me that she was dead. When I went through the list of Royal Family members who I assumed must be the dead one, it was revealed to me that Diana was dead.
“She broke too many oaths,” he said, with a smirk.
Later that day at Tidworth Polo, where the Commander of all British forces has his home, it was a party atmosphere. Free drinks. Officers celebrating Diana’s demise.
A Princess who had brought shame to the monarchy. An Arab lover. You name it, they said it.
And I was advised to mind my own Nigerian business and play polo.
But I saw that look again.
The look from men who have sworn an oath to King and country. The look that created the British Empire.
They refused to lower the flag to half mast. They told the then Prince of Wales to shut up when he called them to respect Diana’s death, the mother of his two sons.
It was not until Prime Minister Blair made that plea to the Queen, warning her that her contempt for Diana was seriously hurting the monarchy, that they began to back pedal.
But by then it was too late.
They had all exposed how ruthless they were. So the cover up started.
I was there. I know what I saw. I knew that was no accident in Paris. It was an execution.
I grew up with many of the men who do the dirty work. I am the product of the sixties and seventies, not today where equality and class has blurred the lines of Empire elitism. My mates were the last flag bearers of that bloody minded, cut throat attitude.
I saw it when many of my friends were sent to war in Northern Ireland, and the contempt they had for the IRA and the Irish. They hated them. They regarded them as subhuman.
I saw that same contempt for Diana the day she died.
And it was strange because two nights before the killing, I was having dinner at the house of one officer who was now in charge of bomb disposal. You know the men in those protective cars that dismantle bombs, the most dangerous job you can sign up for.
Well prior to this job, he had been ordered to hide in bushes and spy on Diana, and report on her antics.
I heard two days before she died about how Major Hewitt and Diana met up secretly and how she wore nothing underneath her overcoat and so on.
It was an eye opener.
These were the real thing, pouring me wine, telling me what they did for a living.
Why speak so freely in front of Kio?
Because they used to play football with me from the age of eight. I had childhood security clearance.
Another factor is this, and it’s only now I am beginning to understand.
I always invited my friends at school out to lunch when my father came to visit me at Eton. I always introduced my school friends to Chief Godfrey Amachree QC. But I had the bad food at school on top of my list of inviting them for a good meal, not the fact that to them Godfrey was like their parents. Highly educated. Powerful. Well spoken. With the Queen Counsel and Cambridge badge of honour.
He had gone to school with their fathers and in many cases worked with them.
They then reported the lunch to their parents. So from an early age I got security clearance.
Nigeria did not have a negative reputation in the seventies. We were highly regarded. Our elite were well known to them and respected. Time has changed all this for the worse.
Diana’s mother was a friend of my father through her marriage to her second husband. She sought legal advice from him when she left her husband Lord Spencer, Diana’s father.
The bonds were crazy. Her brother had gone to Eton with me though I did not know him. Everyone knew Kio Amachree. There were only two black students. We were not hard not to know.
Where am I going with this?
We are all controlled. Some of us are highly tuned machines trained to do what we are trained to do. And when a highly trained machine identifies scum, it carries out a clean up of scum without fear, without compromise, without ever being mentioned.
It will eliminate scum for the good of the nation.
It has that look in its eyes.
The look I saw in the eyes of highly tuned senior military officers when Diana, Princess of Wales, paid for embarrassing her Queen with that Arab boy lover.
I was there.
And I know what I saw.
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