Family research suggests that the 27-year-old’s crime
was actually manslaughter, rather than a jealousy-fuelled crime of
passion over female army soldier, Pte. Jean Neale.
Richard.clark32.btinternet.co.uk
Background
James McNicol was hanged
in December 1945 in what must have appeared at the time, especially to
the authorities, to be an "open and shut" case. Nobody including James
disputed the basic facts of the killing and at no time did he try to
deny responsibility for his actions.
Like so many cases it would have
quickly faded from the memory and into history but for the efforts of
his niece, Elaine Merrilees, who became fascinated by the fate of her
uncle. The more she discovered the more she came to the conclusion that
James was really only guilty of manslaughter rather than murder. Elaine
asked me to help write and publish this article so that the case might
become more widely known and also to give a personal insight into how
the crime and execution affected her family.
The details of the case are
taken from the official papers obtained from the Public Records Office
in early 2001 and are set out below. Where quotation marks are used in
my part of the article, they contain the words given in statements or
evidence and are not merely my interpretation of what people might have
said.
Elaine’s summation of the effects on the family is to be found at the
end.
Early days
James was born in
Motherwell in Scotland in 1918. He was a child of a typical working
class family who grew up like so many of his contemporaries with a life
first blighted by the poverty of the Depression in the 1930's and then
by the Second World War which started when he was only 21. James joined
up right at the beginning, in July 1939, and served with some
distinction in the Royal Artillery. He was quickly promoted and reached
the rank of sergeant by August 1944.
He fought for his King
and Country in Africa and the Middle East and while in Africa he
contracted malaria for which he was prescribed quinine - one of the
standard medications at the time for this disease.
He was a normal
young man who had a girlfriend, called Alice, with whom he corresponded
regularly. He was known to have something of a temper and got into
trouble with the police after a slight altercation with Alice's father
who didn't approve of their relationship when he tried to start seeing
Alice again later in the war.
The days leading up to
the crime
By early 1945, James was
serving at a heavy anti-aircraft battery, called NAN1, at Thorpe Bay
near Southend in Essex and shared a hut with fellow sergeants Leonard
William Cox and Donald Alfred Richard Kirkaldie. He and 26 year old Don
Kirkaldie became firm friends and it seems he got along well with Len
Cox too.
During the summer of
1945, James had a brief relationship with Pte. Jean Neale and went out
with her 4 times during the week prior to the murder. They had a slight
tiff the night before the shooting when, according to Jean, James wanted
to stay talking outside her hut and she didn't. After this, she
considered the "relationship" over.”
James spoke to her again the next
night when she was with another girl at the bonfire celebrating VJ day
and asked her if she was going to the dance later on. She replied that,
"she didn't know" and James left.
The night of Thursday
the 16th August 1945- VJ night plus 1.
(Taken from Sgt. Len
Cox's police statement of the tragic events of that night.)
After the Allies victory
over Japan (VJ Day) the previous day, there were, not surprisingly, many
parties and dances all over Britain and it was decided to hold a dance
at Thorpe Bay camp on the following evening (16th August) with the
permission of the Commanding Officer, Captain Edmund Roxby.
James had
been drinking in a pub called the Halfway House during that afternoon
and had in fact drank a very large amount of beer, perhaps as much as
14-16 pints altogether during the afternoon and evening.
On the afternoon of the
16th, James went with Sgt. Cox, another Sergeant, and two gunners to the
Halfway House and they each consumed 5 pints of mild and bitter -
presumably they each bought a round. They then clubbed together and
gave James some money to purchase 6 quarts of beer (12 pints) and then
made their way back to the camp around 10.00 p.m. They took the beer to
the Sergeants Mess. Sgt. Cox, according to his statement, then met up
with Leading Aircraftsman (LAC) Jerald A McKay of the RAF and had a
drink with him.
Around 11.00 p.m., he and Jerry went into the NAFFI and
met up with Pte. Jean Neale and another ATS girl. Jerry had a dance
with Jean, while Sgt. Cox danced with her friend.
Some sort of altercation
ensued between James and Jerry McKay, presumably over Jerry dancing with
Jean. James had apparently thrown a glass of beer over him and there
had been heated words. Sgt. Cox was told about this by Jean and came
out of the NAFFI to see what was going on. He and James had words and
Sgt. Cox told James that, "if I wasn't frightened of losing my chevrons
(sergeant's stripes) - I would do something about it." Other men
intervened and prevented an actual fight at this point. (see “Albert's”
recollections below). Sgt. Cox told the court that during the last
dance, James spoke to him again and said that if Sgt. Cox still wanted
to make something out of the incident he would see him outside.
Jerry and Sgt. Cox saw
Jean and her friend back to her hut and Sgt. Cox went back to the
sergeant's sleeping hut. In the hut when Sgt. Cox arrived were fellow
sergeants, Kirkaldie, Dixon and Thompson who were all in their beds.
Sgt. Cox found that his bed had been overturned and his blankets strewn
around. Sgt. Cox told the court that after he and Sgt. Thompson had got
his bed back up, James came into the hut (where he also slept) and that
Sgt. Cox asked James if overturning his bed was his (James') idea of a
joke. According to Sgt. Cox, James said it was and asked Sgt. Cox what
he was going to do about it. Again, Sgt. Cox wanted to fight and James
suggested they use the boxing ring outside which Cox declined as it was
"pitch dark out there." James now left the sergeant's hut and may have
waited outside for Sgt. Cox.
Sgt. Cox now prepared
to retire and got into bed and switched off the lights. He had only
been in bed a minute or so when one Bombardier Abley came in and spoke
to him, as a result of which he and Sgt. Kirkaldie got up and dressed
again and went to Bombardier Abley's hut.
They then went to the
Sergeant's Mess and found James who offered Len Cox a drink. Sgt. Cox
told James he would see him in the morning. Cox and Kirkaldie then
returned to their hut and Kirkaldie tied the door handle to the
bedsteads with some rope. Kirkaldie made sure the door could not be
opened (by James) and they turned off the lights and again went to bed.
A little later the
occupants of the hut were woken by the sound of the door being rattled,
followed by the sound of a window pane being broken. Sgt. Cox recalled
seeing the light being switched on from outside and saw a hand
withdrawing back through the broken window.
He then heard a shot and
felt "something hit his chest". He heard a second shot a few seconds
later. He remained conscious and was given medical treatment for his
injuries.
It is thought that the
second shot was the one that fatally injured Sgt. Kirkaldie, striking
him in the throat and passing right through his neck from one side to
the other. According to the army Medical Officer who examined both
sergeants at the scene, Sgt. Kirkaldie died instantly from this wound
due to shock.
In his statement, Sgt.
Cox agreed that he was normally on good terms with James as was Sgt.
Kirkaldie and also stated that neither of them had a relationship with
Jean Neale.
James' version of the
events differs slightly from Sgt. Cox's. In his statement he told the
police that he had some more beer when he got back to the dance and was
upset to find Jean Neale dancing with another man. He followed Jean and
Jerry into the dance and threw a pint of beer over Jerry.
Sgt. Cox
intervened and told James that he didn't like him and never had. Sgt.
Cox tried to fight James but James wasn't prepared to fight in the
dancehall. James found Sgt. Cox later who, according to James, told him
that if it wasn't for only having another 3 weeks to do in the army, he
would kill him (James). James went into another hut to get some matches
and noticed Bombardier Abley and Sgt. Cox and was called a "mad bastard"
and was otherwise verbally abused.
James again went off and sat on his
own and had a smoke when Sgt's. Cox and Kirkaldie came in and Sgt. Cox
continued the barrage of verbal abuse. James decided the best thing he
could do was to have a "good hit at him" otherwise the others would
think he was afraid of Sgt. Cox. He was also thinking about Sgt. Cox's
threat to kill him and expected to be beaten up by Sgt. Cox in the
morning. James wandered around for a while and found himself in the
Command Post and saw the rifles. He took up one of them and made his
way towards the camp.
According to his statement, "I had no intentions
of killing Cox but I wanted to wound him." He went back to the
sergeant's hut, broke the window and switched the light on. He tried to
shoot Sgt. Cox in the leg. He fired another shot and then in a dazed
state, knowing he had done something seriously wrong, ran away. At this
stage, he was completely unaware that he had killed his best mate Sgt. Kirkaldie.
A little later he found himself in a field and decided to
bury the rifle there. Unsure of what to do next he went to the Rochford
gun site and went to bed. He fell asleep fully clothed and remained
there until he was woken by the police later on that morning.
James
offered no resistance when he was arrested and cooperated fully with the
police giving an open truthful statement. When he was charged with
murder, James told the police immediately where he had buried the army
Lee Enfield rifle. It was found on August 23rd in a field behind the
Coastguard Station at Thorpe Bay.
James had taken the
rifle from the Command Post which begs the question whether the guns
were adequately secured. The camp commander, Captain Roxby, had given
verbal instructions to the site commanders, including Captain Owen who
was in charge of NAN1, regarding the security of the rifle stores. As a
result of these, the 45 rifles on the NAN1 camp were collected up and
put into the armoury which was then locked. However, this room was
totally insecure and the means of entry to it was a widely known
"secret." James had had a clip of ammunition in his kit bag, for some
time, although this was against the rules.
“Albert” - an
eyewitness to the events of the night of the 16th
“Albert” was a fellow soldier at Thorpe Park with James and knew him
well. Now an elderly gentleman, he was interviewed recently by Elaine
and was willing and able to give her a clear insight into the events of
the fateful night. This is her transcript of the interview :
"For several weeks
before the VJ Day celebrations James had been seen with a young local
lass (Jean Neale) and he escorted her to the party that evening. James
seemed happy to stand near the bar drinking and his young lady accepted
a dance from a RAF Officer (who was a friend of sergeant Cox.) James
threw a drink in the guy's face and told him to back off as the girl was
with him. At that point, Len Cox involved himself in the argument. To
avoid trouble the airman left the dance but there was a notable
atmosphere between James and Cox for the rest of the evening."
"For almost 30 minutes I
watched James trying to evade another confrontation with Cox, this was
proving difficult so he decided to leave but just before James left I
and others heard Len Cox say, "You had better let your family know that
you won't be coming home, and sleep with one eye open as I intend to
finish this later."
”This remark infuriated
James and provoked the fight which followed, but myself and Kirkaldie
managed to separate them before things got out of hand. To this day I
wonder if Kirkaldie's death could have been avoided by letting James and
Cox fight out their anger then and there.
When James stormed off
in a rage I went after him, I found him some time later in the
Sergeant's Mess in an agitated state. I managed to calm him down a bit
and we were having a drink in the Mess when Len Cox came barging in
accusing James of up-turning his bunk."
"Your Uncle was not one
to shy away from confrontation so he stood his ground inviting Cox
outside to finish things once and for all. Len Cox told James that this
was not the time or place for settling the score, he also threatened to
file a complaint against him in the morning. Cox left slamming the Mess
door behind him. (I remember this clearly because the door actually came
off its hinge.) Kirkaldie and myself stayed with James after Cox left,
half an hour later Kirkaldie retired to bed and at about 2am I also went
to my bunk leaving James alone, two hours later Donald was dead and Len
Cox wounded.
James was a genuine nice chap and his actions that night were hard to
believe. I did give statements to the police and my senior officers but
I was not called to give evidence during the trial at Chelmsford court."
Trial
The trial opened at the
Essex Assizes in Chelmsford before Mr. Justice Lewis on November 13th,
1945 and lasted for only two days, which was quite normal at that
time. (nowadays murder trials last typically for several weeks.) The
jury was comprised of 10 men and 2 women.
Mr Cecil Havers KC
appeared for the prosecution while Mr Tristram Beresford KC was
defending James. James was charged with murder and attempted murder and
pleaded not guilty to both charges.
The prosecution called
various witnesses including Sgt. Cox and Private Jean Neale and they all
seemed to give a fair version of what had happened on that night. Sgt.
Cox denied, however, that he had threatened to kill James.
In the witness box,
James asserted that he had never intended to kill Sgt. Kirkaldie and
explained that when he went back to the sergeant's hut to go to bed, he
found the door locked and became angry. He told the court that this is
what made him break the window and fire a shot. He then stepped back
and fired a second shot generally at the hut. James claimed that Cox had
threatened to kill him, which made him “irritated" and he got a rifle
from the Command Post and went to the hut with the intention of
confronting Cox. "Having got so far I fired the rifle twice. He told
the court that he didn't aim but just fired wildly." “I had not the
smallest intention of killing anyone. I only wanted to frighten Cox. I
was dazed. I knew I had done wrong. I ran away from the camp and buried
the rifle." Under cross examination though, James agreed that he had
intended to shoot Cox in the legs if he (Cox) got nasty but had no
intention of killing him.
Mr. Tristram Beresford,
for James, invited the jury to bring in a verdict of manslaughter on the
grounds that James was too drunk to form any intention of killing
anyone. This was rejected by the jury.
In his summing up, Mr.
Justice Lewis told the jury that although during the trial there had
been references to James' jealousy over Pte. Jean Neale, there was no
suggestion that James had any cause to be jealous insofar as Sgt.
Kirkaldie was concerned.
Toward the end of the
second day of the trial, the jury retired to consider their verdict and
soon returned and declared James guilty on both charges. Mr. Justice
Lewis then donned the black cap and sentenced James "to be taken back to
the prison where he was last confined and from there to a place of
execution, there to be hanged by the neck until dead and that thereafter
his body be buried in the precincts of the prison. He added the
customary rider "May the Lord have mercy upon your soul." James was now
taken down from the dock and transferred back to prison.
Appeal
The Appeal was heard on
Wednesday, December 5th. The defence submission was that James was
under the influence of drink so as to be incapable of forming any
intention to murder.
In his judgement,
Justice Humphreys, one of the 3 Lords Justices of Appeal in Ordinary,
accepted that everyone agreed that James was so drunk as to make himself
a nuisance and his own evidence made it clear that he acted as he did
because he had a quarrel with another man (Sgt. Cox) who was in the
hut. However, the appeal was dismissed as it was plain from the
evidence that James had gone to the hut intending to do someone an
injury and a man had died as a result.
A short article in the
Motherwell Times reads as follows :
MURDER APPEAL DISMISSED
The Court of Criminal
Appeal on Wednesday the 19th December 1945 dismissed an appeal by James
McNicol (27), Royal Artillery sergeant, whose home is in Motherwell, and
who was, at Chelmsford Assizes, sentenced to death for the murder of
sergeant D A R Kirkaldie (28) of Ramsgate in a hut at a gun site at
Thorpe Bay Essex.
Mr Tristram Beresford,
K.C. for McNicol, said the crime was committed after a bonfire and dance
on V. J. Day Plus One and the only question was whether it was a case
which could properly have been reduced to manslaughter in view of the
defence that McNicol was under the influence of drink so as to be
incapable of forming any intention to commit murder.
Mr Justice Humphreys
said there was no misdirection of the jury and no ground for the court
interfering with the conviction. “Thank you, my lord," said McNicol as
he left the dock.
After the appeal
There was very
considerable efforts made on James' behalf to secure a reprieve,
particularly in his local area. James' defence had raised a petition of
20,700 signatures for mercy.
Mr. Alex Anderson MP for
Motherwell and Wishaw and Mr W.E. Currie, Divisional officer of the
Scottish union of ex-service men, took up James' plight. Mr. Anderson
and Mr Currie made every effort to help James' defence team, they felt
strongly that James should have been charged with manslaughter not
murder and Alex Anderson met with the Home Secretary, Mr. Chuter Ede,
pleading with him to urgently review the case. He also presented to the
Home secretary a petition signed by half the adult population of
Motherwell and Wishaw.
Mr. Anderson asked him
to consider an appeal on the following grounds, which he had put in a
letter :
1. McNicol was a young
man of unassuming and blameless character prior to joining the forces.
2. While serving in the East he had a most severe attack of malaria and
was invalided out. "Malaria patients I am told are peculiarly
susceptible to the effects of alcohol."
3. When the tragedy occurred he was so deeply under the effects of
alcohol as to be scarcely responsible for his actions particularly if
his physical condition is considered.
4. The man he killed was his best friend which shows that there was no
premeditation.
5. He was a war hero and much loved and respected in his hometown and
within the ranks of his regiment, his death would leave them with an
abiding sorrow.
James' own petition for
mercy is reproduced in full below.
Copy of a Petition written by 1322, James McNichol. Submitted to the
Secretary of State 8.12.45.
Sir,
I respectfully request you to give this my petition for your most
earnest and sympathetic consideration. I know I have been guilty of a
terrible tragedy and must in some way be punished. I am also fully
aware of the fact that whatever I may say it will in no way alleviate
the suffering that I have caused to those near and dear to the
unfortunate victim of my terrible act.
I was fully alive to the
fact that drunkenness is no defence in law for what I did, but I do
earnestly ask you to consider the incidents leading up to this tragedy.
I do assure you, Sir, that had I been my usual sober self nothing would
have been further from my mind than to harm any living soul least of all
this my great friend. It so happened that we were celebrating V. J. Day
and I had taken more to drink than I was accustomed to. During the
evening several incidents occurred in the camp which made me irritable
and somewhat quarrelsome. Indeed, I must have been in a hopeless state
prior to the incident and have little or no recollection of what
happened. I must have been in a very fuddled state of mind, and quite
irresponsible. In that abnormal state of mind I must have taken a rifle
and fired it into the hut. The shouts and screams after the incident
made me run away, and it was some time before I sobered up and realised
that something was wrong. I eventually arrived back at the camp, and was
informed of what had occurred. I was shocked and could not realise my
folly. I do earnestly implore you, Sir, to believe me when I say I
never had any real intention to harm anyone least of all the unfortunate
victim with whom I had no quarrel, but was on the best of terms. I have
been a serving soldier for some six years, and have risen from the ranks
to sergeant. My character has always been exemplary, and during my 4 ½
years abroad in France, West Africa, and India I have been conscious of
my duty towards my fellow men and my country. I earnestly request that
these facts coupled to the suggestion that the effect of strong drink on
my brain would be greater after being out East.
I have stated already
that I am fully conscious of the terrible crime committed by me, and
realise that I must be punished, also that whatever I may do it will
never be erased from my memory. I therefore implore you from the depth
of my heart to grant me a reprieve, so that I can in some small way
atone for the past, and bring some compensation to the innocent persons
whom I have wronged. If this reprieve was forthcoming, I swear that
during the years of my imprisonment I would do all in my power to
rehabilitate myself, and thus to atone for the past.
I therefore fervently
hope and pray that you will spare my life so that I can be given the
opportunity to prove to all concerned that I can be a decent and law
abiding citizen. No one will ever know what I have suffered during
these terrible weeks, and I feel that I have in some measure paid for my
sins, years of imprisonment can never be as terrible as I have passed
through these last few weeks. God only knows how I have repented this
great wrong. He knows also that what I am asking you to consider is
true, and his Son was prepared to forgive those that crucified him, so I
plead with you to grant this merciful act. I therefore fervently hope
and pray that you Sir, will take a merciful view that during these very
long hours in a condemned cell that I have made my peace with God, and
will afford me the chance of one day resuming my responsibilities as a
decent citizen and atoning for this terrible tragedy.
I am your obedient
Servant,
(signed James McNichol.)
All the grounds set
forth by Mr. Anderson and the two petitions were rejected by Chuter- Ede
and on Tuesday, the 18th of December 1945, he wrote to Mr Anderson
informing him that although he had given great consideration to the
case, he found insufficient grounds for advising the King to interfere
with the due course of the law. Similarly the Permanent Secretary at the
Home Office, Frank Newsome, wrote to the Governor of Wormwood Scrubs
prison informing him of the decision.
In the condemned cell
James was now
transferred to Pentonville prison, as Wormwood Scrubs did not have an
execution facility and Chelmsford in the county of Essex had ceased
having executions in 1914. Here he would have been watched round the
clock by two warders who would have logged and reported anything of
interest back to the governor and thence to the Home Office. He would
have been examined by a panel of (normally) 3 Home Office appointed
psychiatrists to determine whether he was sane. This was whether he was
sane enough to be hanged not whether he was sane at the time of the
crime. They would pass their findings back to the Home Office and
typically mid ranking officials would prepare a report for the Permanent
Secretary who would then discuss it with the Home Secretary and come to
a decision.
James' family had been
convinced that he would be reprieved, as was everybody else involved
with the case. But this was not to be and the governor informed James
of the decision on the 18th and that he only had 3 days left to live.
It is impossible to imagine the mental torment that a person goes
through having been told that they are to be hanged in 3 days time.
Execution
James was hanged by
Albert Pierrepoint at 9.30 a.m. on Friday, the 21st of December 1945
within Pentonville. Pierrepoint was assisted by Herbert Morris and
Steve Wade. His execution was unusual in that it was one of two that
day - for completely unrelated crimes. At 8.00 a.m., John Riley Young
had been hanged for the murder of Frederick B. Lucas and his wife Cassie
in June of 1945. Young had also been tried at Chelmsford and had lost
his appeal on the same day as James. After Young’s execution, his body
was left to hang for the usual hour. It was then removed, the trapdoors
reset and the gallows prepared for James. By 1945, executions were
carried out in complete secrecy and no details were released, other than
the official notice posted on the outside of the prison’s main gates.
On Monday, the 31st of
December 1945, 10 days after James was hanged, a journalist for
the Motherwell Times, who had reported the trial and execution,
allegedly got wind of a document which may have saved James from the
gallows The document was said to contain a medical report on malaria,
confirming that sufferers were known to have mental blackouts if they
mixed too much alcohol with their medication - the alkaloid, quinine.
This report had been commissioned by James' defence but arrived too late
to be considered.
Comment
Obviously, we
cannot be sure of the precise words used by Sgt. Cox to James and
whether he really did threaten to kill James or whether James genuinely
believed from Sgt. Cox's words and body language that his life was
threatened. Both men had had a lot to drink that night and both were
most probably at the aggressive stage. However, there was not the
slightest motive to kill Sgt. Kirkaldie and James had had no
disagreement with him that evening.
In my view, having
carefully examined the evidence, there was no intent to kill anyone.
The proof of intent (the mens rea or guilty mind) is crucial to secure a
conviction for murder. Without it, there can only be a conviction for
manslaughter.
Had James killed Sgt.
Cox he would have been guilty of murder because he intended to frighten
or harm Cox, which intention, if the subsequent act were to have caused
the death of Cox, would have certainly constituted murder.
James was a young man
who had the best years of his life blighted by the war. He contracted
malaria serving his country, for which the army prescribed him quinine,
the standard medication at that time. Did they, however, make clear to
James the dangers of mixing quinine with alcohol? They had a clear duty
of care to do so.
Although much was made
by the defence of James' drunken state on the night of the crime, it
seems little weight was given at either the trial or the appeal to the
combined effects of alcohol and quinine. The doctrine of diminished
responsibility did not come in until 1957 with the Homicide Act of that
year.
James was clearly
consumed with remorse at what he had done and it would seem, from his
petition, genuinely repentant. At no time did he try and deny
responsibility for the crime.
Was his execution
humane? Where was James while John Riley Young was being hanged - could
he hear the crash of the trap? I cannot think of another case where two
men were hanged on the same gallows an hour and a half apart. Prisons
were always very quiet during an execution and the crash of the
trapdoors was often audible through the prison.
The law on murder in
1945
In 1945, if a person was
convicted of murder, the death sentence was mandatory (notice I say
sentence, not penalty, as around 50% of condemned inmates were
reprieved). After the trial, the judge would send the case papers to
the Home Office with his recommendation. If he recommended mercy, the
Home Office would almost always reprieve. The jury's recommendation to
mercy, where made, was often ignored however.
Did the crime really
deserve death? With so many being reprieved at this time, it is
difficult to see that James deserved to hang. There was no motive and
no evidence, never mind proof, of "evil" intent in this case. It is
unlikely that he would have posed any continuing or significant danger
to the public at large.
No explanation of how
the decision to reprieve or not to reprieve was ever given by the Home
Office. Everything was decided in secret by the officials who advised
the Home Secretary. Derek Bentley's case is the perfect example of this
executive secrecy in action.
Even Parliament was not permitted to debate a capital case until after
the execution and petitions on behalf of the condemned were routinely
got up and equally routinely ignored by the Home Office. Although the
Home Office would have listened politely to Mr. Anderson, because he was
an MP, they tended to the view that it was none of an MPs' business.
The application of the
death penalty at the time
My perception of the
justice system as it operated after the war in this country is that it
couldn't really make up its mind what it wanted to achieve - should all
murderers die or just the "worst" ones or just the expendable ones? One
wonders whether had James been an officer, rather than an NCO, if the
outcome would have been the same? Britain was much more class ridden in
those days and he may well have been seen as expendable.
One of the things that I
am sure counted against James was that he used a gun - this was
something that the Home Office appeared to take a very poor view of at
that time. Like Ruth Ellis 10 years later, he also injured another
person, however accidentally. Was the fact that he was a single man
another factor that counted against him?
At no stretch of the
imagination could what James did be termed an evil crime, but this
didn't seem to matter to the Home Office. He had been lawfully
convicted and could therefore be hanged. And yet others were reprieved
who had committed much worse crimes on the basis of their sanity in the
condemned cell or because of a physical feature or injury that would
have made hanging them difficult. There appeared to be no consistency
in the decision making process and the gravity of the crime didn't seem
to be the important factor in deciding who should live and who should
die. Bear in mind that most of those who were reprieved spent no more
than 12 years of their “life sentences” in prison (not the rest of their
lives) so James would have been typically no more than 40 years old upon
release, had he been reprieved.
Summation by Elaine
Merrilees
There are no words that
adequately describe what my family endured as a result of James’ crime
and subsequent execution and when Richard Clark asked me to do just that
for this article I discovered (some 60 years on) the subject is still an
emotive one for his surviving siblings.
My uncle’s execution was
the proverbial skeleton in our family closet. Shame, guilt, and abiding
grief kept it there for over half a century.
Pro death penalty
campaigners claim a retributive execution can somehow bring ''closure''
to those who lose loved ones to murder, without indicating how the
family of the prisoner should achieve the same after their relative is
killed in the name of justice. An execution, of course, cannot guarantee
any such emotional relief to the bereaved; ultimately the only thing
achieved is one more dead body and more grieving relatives.
My grandfather, Robert
McNicol, was the eldest of the McNicol siblings and after his father
died he was the one the others looked to for advice and guidance. He was
a welding inspector with Motherwell Bridgework and when James left
school he helped get him a labouring job with the company. When war
broke out in 1939 my grandfather was exempt from conscription under the
reserved occupation rule but his young brother wasn’t and within weeks
James eagerly answered the call to arms.
For the duration of WWII
my grandfather (and the rest of the family) prayed for James’ safe
return and ‘ironically’ after celebrating VJ day they got the first good
night’s sleep in years, James was in England and would be coming home
shortly, or so they thought.
My grandfather seldom
spoke of his brother or events which led to his execution but in one of
his rare nostalgic moods he did tell me about the day (August 18th 1945)
that he heard of James’ arrest.
“The day started like
any other Saturday, I called in at the Bridgework then went down the
Masonic club for a beer. I was only there five minutes when Willie Dyer
pulled me aside and said he heard rumours that our James was in some
sort of bother down in Southend. Willie was a retired policeman who kept
his ear to the ground and earlier that day an old mate told him James
had been lifted in a drink related incident. I wasn’t too worried at
that stage; our James never could handle his drink and it wouldn’t be
the first time he slept off a hangover in the cells. Willie said he’d
make some enquires and come to the house later if he felt it was
something I needed to know. I hardly gave it a second thought for the
rest of the day and when Willie turned up at our door at teatime my only
concern was that I would have to offer him a cup of the precious tea
rations. As it turned out Willie brought his own drink, a hip flask of
whisky and that in itself told me it was bad news. After pouring me a
large drink Willie sat down and said “There’s no easy way to say this
Rab but your brother has been charged with murdering a fellow sergeant
called Donald Kirkaldie.”
Compiled with help from
James’ two surviving siblings.
The name Donald Kirkaldie was a familiar one, James spoke fondly of him
many times in letters home so hearing that he’d been charged with his
murder was hard to believe.
Willie Dyer didn’t know all the details just that James had been up in
court that morning and remanded until the 28th of August, needless to
say my grandfather didn’t get much sleep that night or the next.
The train to London left
from Glasgow Central regularly but it was an expense my grandfather
could ill afford, not to mention the cost of digs when he got there.
However as it turned out others had already anticipated the family’s
need, on Monday evening Willie Dyer came to the house with a train
ticket to London and the name of an army official who’d be expecting him
off the train. He didn’t ask questions as to who paid for the tickets,
the Lodge looked after their own and at that time my grandfather was
just grateful for his affiliation with them.
The rest of the family
had to be notified before they read about James’ arrest in the
newspapers; a very brief story on the shooting appeared in one of the
national Sundays but buried amid the victory headlines it seemed to have
gone unnoticed. Things would be very different when the weekly issue of
the Motherwell Times came out on the Thursday; “Local war hero charged
with murder” would make front page news. So on Monday night he gathered
the family round and tried to explain what was going on.
On Tuesday 21st August,
my grandfather took the train to England, he was picked up from the
station and taken to Southend where he was brought up to date with the
entire details of the case. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing,
James just wasn’t capable of such a thing even if he was drunk and he
wouldn’t believe it until he heard from James himself. That was his next
question “Can I see my brother today?” No was the answer but a visit was
arranged the following afternoon.
During that visit James
could barely contain his remorse for what he had done, for the shame he
had brought upon his family, nor his own grief for Donald Kirkaldie, a
man who for the past two years had been his loyal friend and confidant.
The mood was a sombre one, both men finding it hard to console each
other. James told my grandfather what he could remember of the events
that night and said he had no intention of seriously hurting anyone. Sgt
Cox had shown him up in front of some men from his regiment and his
intention was to scare him and in doing so be able to face the guys in
the morning with his pride in tact.
There was no time for
long silences; arrangements had to be made for James’s defence if he was
to avoid the gallows, so setting aside morbid emotion they talked in
practicalities rather than pleasantries.
Back at his lodgings the
first thing my grandfather did was write a letter to Donald Kirkaldie’s
widow expressing his and the whole families remorse for her loss, as a
result of his brother’s actions. (I have been told that Mrs Kirkaldie
replied with a kind letter.) Most surprising, but welcome, was the
support from James’ regiment; many of them approached my grandfather
offering their heartfelt sympathies to the family and for the
predicament James was in. One sergeant in particular described James as
a decent chap and a “damn good soldier.” My grandfather was moved to
tears by this because he could see for himself that these guys were
grieving the loss of Kirkaldie yet they found the courage to show
compassion to the family of the man who had killed him.
The next few weeks were
difficult for the family; their brother was remanded in a prison
hundreds of miles from home and this only added to the utter
helplessness they already felt. “What happens in the family stays in the
family” was the rule as far as my grandfather was concerned but as news
of James’ plight hit the local and national newspapers he felt like the
whole world knew his business. The pre-trial weeks were the worst; local
people had read little more than the headlines and from those had all
but tried, convicted and executed James. The family tried to get on with
their daily lives with as semblance of normality, they met the stares
and finger pointing head on because not doing so would only reinforce
public opinion that they were in some way responsible for James’ crime.
Their courage and relentless crusade to gather support for James
eventually won over the majority of the town’s citizens.
Efforts to save James
The Motherwell Times
seemed sympathetic to James’ plight and my grandfather quickly
recognised they could be a powerful ally in his defence and used them to
that effect.
After sentence was handed down the reporter from the Motherwell Times
approached my grandfather to offer his condolences and said that he was
stunned the jury had disregarded the judge’s summing up statement and
based on that, believed James would be reprieved. This was also the
feeling of James’ legal counsel but taking nothing for granted the
McNicol clan mounted a campaign to save their brother’s life. James’ two
sisters Mary and Annie took up position in Motherwell High Street
stopping people and asking them to sign their petition, younger brothers
Richard and Andrew took to the streets of Wishaw and surrounding area
with the same petition, my grandfather and James’ oldest school friend
went door to door the length and breadth of Lanarkshire every night
after work.
Reactions from locals
gave them encouragement to carry on, most people believed James should
be punished for his crime but few thought he deserved to hang for it. At
that time the Lanarkshire area was very much divided by religion and the
family feared their fight to save James was reliant on just half the
town’s population. As it turned out they were wrong, the general
consensus was that (despite his terrible crime) James was a war hero and
that fact alone got him the sympathy vote of both Catholics and
Protestants alike.
My grandfather’s
association with the Masonic order brought him into contact with ‘’all
the right people” in the Lanarkshire/Glasgow area and all those right
people lent their support to the campaign. Local MP Alex Anderson was
just one such acquaintance who did all he could and more for James, (so
much so that he and my grandfather remained firm friends until Mr.
Anderson died in February 1954.) However at the end of the day it wasn’t
a political issue and in the immediate aftermath of war the
insignificant matter of James’ life was way down the priority list of
those who could have intervened.
Despite all efforts to
save James from the gallows an execution date was set for December
21st. On the 18th of that month my grandfather once again travelled to
London hoping and praying that an eleventh hour reprieve would be
forthcoming. Unfortunately this wasn’t to be and on Thursday December
20th my grandfather visited his young brother for the last time. James
seemed to have accepted his fate and said that he hoped his execution
would bring some solace to Donald’s family. He again apologised for the
shame he had brought upon the family and once again begged forgiveness,
he had written letters to each of his brothers and sisters reconciling
any and all disagreements they had had in the past.
Execution day and its
aftermath
At 9.30 on the morning
of the 21st the McNicol family gathered in Motherwell to console each
other. In London my grandfather waited outside the prison for official
confirmation of his young brother’s death to be posted. When the
announcement was made my grandfather requested a meeting with the prison
chaplain who last spoke with James but his request was denied.
When someone was hanged
in Britain their body was buried unceremoniously in the prison grounds
and their families were given no further information. As far as my
family were concerned James had given quite enough of himself to King
and country and they were damn furious that this so called “GREAT”
British justice system had not only punished James for his crime but
were now punishing them by denying them the right to take their brother
home to Scotland for religious burial next to his parents. Had not King
and country had their “pound of flesh?” James was dead and nothing they
did to him thereafter had any further retributive effect on him
personally, but only on his family and friends.