The Despicable Kelvin McKenzie

The road to redemption from Hillsborough has been a lengthy and painful for many, many people. Hundreds of people lost family members or friends on that day in April 1989, and the feeling that the establishment was closing ranks in order to cover up the truth behind what exactly happened to result in the deaths of ninety-six innocent people has been a bitter pill for those that survived or have otherwise had to live with their loss to have to swallow. After twenty two and a half years, however, it was starting to feel as if change was in the air. On an emotional evening at parliament, a vote to release all government documents was passed, meaning that we may finally get to learn a little more about what was going on inside the corridors of power all those years ago. Those that died that day can never be brought back but perhaps – just perhaps – the road towards closure has finally started to become visible in the distance. For everything, though, the deniers remain, spreading their poison and seeking – whether to protect themselves or merely for their own amusement – to cloud the waters surrounding the disaster, and their patron saint is the wretched, despicable Kelvin McKenzie. McKenzie was, of course, the editor of The Sun at the time and it was under his instruction that...

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