The Predators Were Never Me: How a Gang of Charlatans Tried to Destroy Me

They called me a predator. But the predators held government titles.

For the last four years, I have been the victim of a calculated, coordinated effort to destroy my name, my sanity, and my future. The people responsible were not criminals on the street. They wore uniforms. Held titles. Sat behind government desks. Probation officers. Prison staff. Legal professionals. Charlatans—each playing a role in manufacturing my downfall.

These so-called professionals transformed me from “the best man in the world” (as described in Character Reference Exhibit 5) into a “night predator,” a “child rapist,” a “paedophile”—words not from any evidence, but from their imaginations, written on official documents, pushed into reports that followed me like a shadow.

It was never about justice. It was about control, career safety, and silencing someone who wouldn’t submit.

Here are the names:

• My current probation officer – accused of misconduct, institutional failure, and emotional abuse.

• Probation Officer 1 (SPO/HOMA) – colluded to suppress evidence and ignored life-threatening reports.

• Probation Officer 2 (POM) – said she “does not recall” key events I raised; part of the cover-up.

• Probation Officer (COM) – deflected my evidence with intent to mislead sentencing.

• Probation Officer (POM) – OASYS author, inserted malicious commentary into pre-sentence reports.

• Probation Officer (SPO/HOMA) – participated in cover-ups.

• Probation Officer (POM) – complicit in misconduct and cover-up.

• Probation Officer (POM) – involved in cover-up.

• Probation Officer (OMU) – admitted fault and apologised, the only one who acknowledged wrongdoing.

• HMP (Governor) – dismissed responsibility and referred me to IOPC without resolution.

• Home Office Officer (Immigration Officer) – encouraged me to commit suicide.

I asked for help. Again and again. From staff at HMP Wandsworth after being assaulted twice and threatened in the kitchen. From probation officers who rewrote my identity in official reports—words that will never leave the paper they poisoned.

I was called mad, dangerous, unstable. But what I really was… was inconvenient.

I am writing this now because I refuse to be silent anymore.

They tried to erase me. They failed.

This is not the end. This is the start of naming them, one by one.