4.5 Stars!
One of the many pleasures of reading is stumbling upon an unknown author, of an unknown book on an unknown subject, so that everything about it is fresh and comes with little to no baggage or expectations and so you are free to discover and form your own opinions as you go along.
This book sheds light on the horrendous crimes of Robert William Pickton, Canada’s worst serial killer, believed to have murdered between 6 and 49 women. What this book does not do is reflect well on the Vancouver Police Department (VPD), the court of British Columbia or the judicial system of Canada. The police force at the time comes across like a deeply ignorant boys club who had forged a culture of shallow, sexist and lazy policing. Steered by a weak, clueless leadership and bullying Neanderthals deeply suspicious of progressive technology.
Most of the victims fall into a depressingly familiar pattern, abusive homes, neglectful parents, adoption, early death of one or more parent, foster homes, falling in with a bad boyfriend who introduces them to hard drugs and pimps them out. Cameron humanises the women, making them more than just murdered, junkie prostitutes. She makes an effort to show that they were more than that, showing us that they were someone’s mother, daughter or sister and more than just the problems that they had gotten into or found themselves in.
There are many strange and genuinely unbelievable aspects surrounding the law enforcements and the workings of the law and the decisions made by those in power in here that confuse, bewilder and madden. I am just a reader and I found it upsetting to read, so god knows how that must have felt for the family of the victims.
For a long time the VPD repeatedly and strongly denied the possibility of there being a serial killer in Vancouver. Not only were they wrong, but at one stage there were actually at least two active serial killers in the area murdering prostitutes. Since the VPD were so disdainful of the victims and reluctant to do their job, the desperate and ever growing numbers of family members of the victims had to go to the media instead, who took a far greater interest.
One of the more bizarre aspects of the investigation is that they had the services of Kim Rossmo, he had become the first ever Canadian to obtain a PhD in criminology and had also developed a type of geographic profiling software, which soon resulted in him being recognised and sought out throughout the world. Not just in North America and Europe, but as far away as Singapore and Australia. He was paid to train and lecture to many other forces throughout the world. He had told the VPD that he believed a serial killer was on the loose and that the police should warn the public, but instead of taking his advice, they took umbrage at him for trying to tell them how to do their job and eventually sacked him. This is a man who was lauded globally for his expertise and yet within his own parochial unit he was bullied, victimised and eventually sacked by his own force at a time when he was needed most?...
In spite of the serial killer being caught at one point, literally red handed and covered in blood, in 1997 after one woman narrowly survived after being stabbed repeatedly. He still managed to wriggle out of it, due to being able to afford an expensive lawyer and of course due to the ineptitude and disinterest of the VPD. It appeared that they were so invested in self-sabotaging a member of their own investigation that there was little time and effort left to put towards doing the job that they were paid for. Ultimately the VPD’s inactions and campaign against Kim Rossmo and their failure to take his professional advice, resulted in many more needless deaths, all in it was quite a high price to pay in order to try and prove some petty point.
What prevailed over the following four years after the attempted murder in 1997 was nothing short of a breath taking lesson in utter incompetence and ineptitude. A force that was under staffed, over worked and clearly incapable of doing its job properly, which resulted in the needless deaths of many more women. It emerged that if someone went missing from the Downtown Eastside, their case was not fully investigated, which begs the question if the Vancouver police weren’t doing their job, then what exactly were they doing?...“I’m an aggressive, white, middle-class woman and I couldn’t make myself heard. It makes you wonder how many other women have gone missing and their relatives just gave up.” said one family member of one of the many victims.
“Don’t worry, she is probably off partying” the officer on the other end of the phone told one concerned family member of another victim. One of the receptionists told her, “just junkies and hookers; don’t waste our time.” This was the attitude, in spite of the fact that no less than 13 women had gone missing from the exact same area during the previous year?...Clearly missing women working as prostitutes, most with drug problems didn’t count as proper people in the eyes of the law.
Even though Pickton almost murdered a woman in 1997 and he had a large remote property with pigs (known to eat human remains) no one up in the higher echelons of the system believed that his property might be worth investigating further?...In fact it took until Feb 2002 for the VPD to search the premises and even then that was for unlicensed guns on information given to them by an informant. They literally stumbled upon the evidence by accident.
We learn all about Pickton’s farm. As well as operating as a remote slaughterhouse, the farm became a chop shop in the early 80s, in cahoots with biker gangs and other low-level criminals. The brothers also staged their own illegal cockfights on the premises, which proved to be incredibly lucrative. They eventually went onto open up their own bar/club of sorts, Piggy’s Palace, which on one occasion held 1700 people until it was shut down by the fire marshal and eventually closed down for good by the authorities.
Even when the forensic team were discovering the gristly remains on the property the incompetence and mismanagement continued at the most important levels. In spite of the team highlighting their concern about human remains possibly being repackaged and sold as meat to the members of the public back in Jan 2001 it took the relevant authorities until March 2004 before they issued a health warning. This in spite of there being serious risks of Hep C, HIV and other nasty viruses to consider.
Again the incompetence and crass insensitivity of the relevant authorities was in play during the court room too, one example is in the case of Marilyn Kraft, when it was revealed to her that parts of her step daughter’s body had turned up in hamburger patties and the dreadful way in which this was presented to her and the lack of pre-warning or help afterwards is disgusting. She was not the only family member of the victims treated in such a way. And the incompetence of the law was not finished either.
Like most books like this it elicits a conflicting sense of emotions, which of course makes them so popular and compelling. On one hand the details can be incredibly graphic and disturbing, with remains being divided into “mechanical” and “biological”, and talk of bone pits and bones being disarticulated don’t always make for comfortable reading, then there are some of the other terms like Adipocere: the brown fatty, wax like substance that forms on dead animal tissues in response to moisture. And then there is talk of remains containing DNA-rich pulp. You get the picture.
So overall this was a pretty fascinating read, Cameron has turned a fairly complicated case into a clearly presented piece of work that makes for really immersive reading. At just over 700 pages long this is a bit of a door stop, but at no point does it drag or feel over written and that in itself is testament to the quality of the writing.