As a British journalist for one of the UK’s top selling broadsheets, I have always pondered the thought - exactly what it is that underpins a good conspiracy theory as the passage of time through history has opened the door to so many? Is Elvis Presley still alive? Was Princess Diana killed on the instructions of HRH Prince Philip? And was it the same CIA led assassination of JFK that later, beyond its own control, had also flown jumbo jets laden with fuel into the twin Towers on 9/11, killing thousands?
Whilst I enjoyed my much needed holiday to welcome the New Year, ‘Big Apple style’, a rather interesting article of The New Yorker Informer caught my eye. Proudly displayed to the front of my hotel’s news stand, the headline read ‘Is Hewitt Father of Harry?’ Of course, as any Royal loving Brit would, I had to purchase a copy.
A new play, to be released this year, has reignited old rumours that the former Household Cavalry captain, (despite the old denials of Royal commentators and ‘disproved’ account of a rival newspaper’s apparent DNA test of 2003) did, they claim, father the second inline to the British throne. Writer of ‘Truth, Lies, Diana’, Jon Conway, claims the army officer James Hewitt’s affair with the Princess of Wales, began as early as 1984; a staggering 18 months before Prince Harry was born. It appears that a good conspiracy theory simply will not go away. And there is nothing like a good conspiracy to create a better version of the story…
But are these theories fanatical fantasy or truths born of fact that ‘they’ do not want us to know? A case of - ‘Tell the people what you want them to know.’ But the more I look into these bizarre events, the more I find to be true. None more so than the case of ‘‘The Gabriel Sect.’ or as more often cited to, ‘The Gabrielites.’ The Hewitt article I had read that day compared many such commonly held beliefs of contemporary ‘who dun its’ but it was this particular infamous publication that held my curiosity.
I telephoned the publisher, Brittunculi, and with short shrift was informed that only Brian Wilkinson could comment on any matter concerning the investigation. As a member of the press I already knew this full-well. My countless attempts to speak with the named police officer concerned failed. He made himself politely but continually unavailable to me. The singer/songwriter, Taylor, had been seen by neither friends nor family for several weeks, his whereabouts quite unknown. Even the author herself, Dr Cerys Davies was, I felt, conveniently taken ill and “recovering in hospital from a prolonged illness.”