I had to read about this one sooner or later because he’s the only serial killer born in Nottingham, my town, and not only that, born in the suburb of Sherwood, Nottingham, where I live. And not only that but he’s the serial killer with the MOST number of proven victims in the whole world, according to Wikipedia. Yay, Nottingham, right? You thought we were all just Robin Hood and the Sheriff and Maid Marian but no, we have Shipman too.
But he wasn’t what you’d call a Merry Man. No.
If ever there was a guy with an obsession, it was Harold, known to his friends and family as Fred. He was a family doctor (called GPs in the UK), and what he would do is he would write prescriptions for diamorphine for his patients who had cancer, then he would give them half and keep the rest for himself, and in this way he would build up a stock of diamorphine. Then he would drop in on a little old lady, one of his patients, and tell Edith or June or Phyllis or Elsie or Dora or Ethel that he needed a blood sample. He would get them sat in their favourite chair, all comfortable (and they were always thrilled when their caring doctor turned up without them even asking him, they all thought he was wonderful), and he would shoot them full of diamorphine and they would die, it would only take a couple of minutes. And later that day either he would pretend to make a further call or a friend or relative would find them and call him (the victims were almost always found fully dressed in a chair looking very peaceful, with the television on) and Dr Shipman would come round again and write out a death certificate – heart attack, old age, whatever. And then he would go back to his surgery and log on to his computer and fake their medical history so that it appeared they had congestive heart disease for years when they hadn’t at all. And that would be that, no questions asked at all, although some professionals in Hyde, Manchester, where all this happened over 20 years, got rather suspicious that so many of Dr Shipman’s patients were dying suddenly. But they just kind of shrugged. I mean, who would think that a family doctor is actually knocking off his elderly patients? No one would think that and no one did.
He started with one or two in the late 70s then he was up to around 10-12 a year by the late 80s. In 1992 he set up his own sole practice and the murders really took off then, By 1995-7 it was 30 per year. Finally he did something stupid, so stupid that if it was part of the plot of a movie you would complain about the poor script – (“so unrealistic, nobody would do that” etc).
What he did was he knew one of his old ladies was loaded and so he faked a will, really badly. Then he diamorphined her. The fake will left her entire fortune to Dr H Shipman and disinherited her daughter who just happened to be…. a lawyer. So she was let us say a little distressed and more than somewhat suspicious. It took not that much digging and the cops were able to discover Shipman’s little plot. Worth pointing out that never had he ever stolen anything or tried to from any other patient. If he hadn’t done that he could have kept on diamorphining his patients till the cows came home. So let that be a lesson for all you murderous health professionals out there. Don’t be greedy!
The public enquiry into his crimes concluded that he murdered 215 patients for sure with another 45 as probables.
Of the 215 (only 41 were men) not surprisingly most were in their 70s and 80s, but he would kill the odd 50 year old on occasion, I suppose when the whim took him.
A FEW QUOTES
The author says :
Five years after his conviction, most people were at pains to tell me that, despite his horrendous crimes, Dr Shipman had also been a caring and dedicated GP. Even those who are relatives of his victims have stories to tell about what a good doctor he was.
A fellow doctor said:
I found him, as his patients did, very approachable, very friendly, very open with his opinions. I found him an extremely affable colleague and he certainly seemed to be a competent doctor. He fitted in very well with the other doctors in this group
A relative of victim said :
In our own little cul-de-sac he killed about six ladies… He killed three times within twenty yards of my front door.
LIMITLESS BANALITIES
This is a very repetitive account of a complicated case. It can hardly not be repetitive, Shipman was performing the identical murder over and over and over again, for 20 years. The author loves her criminal psychologists and “profilers” a little too much for me and quotes their limitless banalities endlessly. Man, these people get money for old rope. Just listen to their pearls of wisdom
What you can see clearly is the particular strength of the relationship Shipman had with his mother. The influence of a strong mother character in their early lives is something a great many serial killers have in common.
It is clear that the shaping of Shipman’s personality had begun in his childhood.
The psychologists told me that we are all capable of killing once, from rage, from fear, to protect ourselves and our loved ones; we can even kill twice, for the same reasons. But then we stop because we don’t enjoy the experience.
SO, WHY DID HE DO IT?
The author says:
I believe euthanasia or assisted suicide is practiced by many GPs. [One expert] calculates that at least 18,000 people a year are helped to die by doctors who are treating them for terminal illness.
I have no idea about how many, but I agree that doctors will do this regularly, it will be a tacit thing done when the person is in their last few days probably. But Shipman was not doing this. The great majority of his victims were old but reasonably healthy. They had years left in them.
These were murders of a completely different type than your usual sexually-related Bundy stuff. In all cases Shipman was sending these old people peacefully – indeed, blissfully – into the great beyond. There was not the tiniest hint of violence or aggression in his conduct. The subtitle of this book is Why Shipman Killed Again and Again but the author doesn’t get anywhere near to an answer. Once he was caught Shipman never admitted any guilt and never gave any explanations. After a couple of years in jail he hanged himself.