Yes, I know the infamous case is now ancient history, and Patrick served his 20+ year sentence, but still the truth was never told and for very good reasons. To be honest, I never met nor knew Patrick, nor his wife. I only met the real killer in 2001 who became my close friend and confidant. In fact, he became my lawyer. I tried to take this matter to the RCMP’s anti-corruption task force many years ago. I thought that after the key prosecution witness Dawn Taber recanted her testimony, the police and prosecutors would surely want to know what the killer had told me while under the influence of several martinis. But when I identified the real killer as a former RCMP who was forced to resign after shooting a young unarmed teen in the back (over 25 years ago) in a remote part of Canada, the investigator who came to visit me, stopped taking notes and said he had to go. Was he personal friends of the killer? Or would my information open a can of worms that nobody would want to deal with? He simply left with no explanation. I kept his name and phone number, but decided he might not be the right guy to talk with after all.
In truth, two other Mounties and another lawyer told me directly and indirectly that they also knew Patrick was not a murderer, but as two former law enforcement officials told me personally “They needed Patrick to be guilty and locked away at the time.” In fact, the killer admitted this himself. At the time of Jeanette’s unfortunate fall, the killer was working undercover for the RCMP as a narcotics officer. He obviously was not using his real name and he admitted that his appearance was altered. His dealings in the drug world crossed paths with Patrick Kelly and he decided he would befriend Patrick’s wife in order to pump her for information. He never anticipated having an affair with her.
Those that knew Patrick and even some on Toronto’s police department in the narcotics section knew that Patrick’s corruption was not petty. It involved many senior supervisors who partnered with Patrick – as the killer and a former colleague explained to me. If Patrick went on trial for corruption, who really knew what he might say if he was offered the right deal by prosecutors? Patrick’s corruption and unstable marriage made a lot of people nervous and wonder how much did his wife know, and if they were to divorce, would Jeanette remain silent or use her knowledge as leverage in an ugly divorce.
When she “fell” to her death from her Etobicoke apartment in 1981, nobody had to worry about Jeanette any longer – only Patrick. If heads have to roll for corruption in any government scandal, a fall guy will always be found – just ask Oliver North, Scooter Libby, and Karlheinz Schreiber how this works. Patrick simply knew too much – way too much. He knew the bikers were distributors for drug smugglers who had become his friends. He knew who was protecting him at the top and in Ottawa. According to the killer’s drunken confession, Patrick knew enough “to cause a national scandal”.
When I heard the story roll out of the mouth of this drunken lawyer, I was only mildly surprised, and I immediately empathized with Patrick, as I too was a former federal law enforcement official who was set up for a fabricated crime more than 30 years ago. As a whistle blower, I knew how hard it was for him to keep silent – and to do the time. I too knew what it was like to be smeared. As for the killer, he was my friend at the time, and out of loyalty, I felt I owed him my silence. Besides, he had some leverage – something to hold over my head – he was handling a legal matter for me at the time, and I did not want to change horses in midstream. I was shocked when I later learned from his own law partner that he had similarly confessed to others, and they too chose to let sleeping dogs lie.
But today, my wife and children have suffered six years for my silence after this Brampton lawyer betrayed me and two of my friends. Apparently our loyalty was not as valuable to him as was ours to him. Even without Patrick’s help and input, there was a major fallout within the RCMP as a handful of scandals were cleaned up both publicly and quietly since Patrick was sent off to prison. When I corresponded with Patrick quite a few years ago to ask him if he knew this lawyer, he said he did not. At that time I had forgotten that the undercover agent was using a different name and disguised appearance. Perhaps Patrick knew him under a different name and by a different face. Perhaps he did not know him at all. But on that day that I had lunch with the killer on Richmond Avenue, he told me he was the last person to see Jeanette alive, and to be honest, he had tears of guilt and remorse in his eyes when I asked him a few questions about those tragic events. But one honorable MP did the right thing and sought a new trial for Patrick, after Dawn Taber admitted she lied and “was pressured” to do so. He failed in his bid for justice. Not being from Canada, perhaps I was one of the few people living in Canada that never even heard of the Patrick Kelly case. Looking back, I wish I still never heard of it, and even more so, I regret ever meeting a man who has no business wearing the honorable robes of a solicitor.
On that fateful day, I heard more than one confession from my “old friend” but his other crimes paled in comparison, and when he told me that he was arrested himself for assaulting his own young 10 year-old son, my mind was already numb and wondering why I did not heed the advice of my immigration lawyer who suggested that I had “hired the wrong guy” to represent me. A comment that I would later hear from both a Justice and another veteran RCMP official.
After telling this story to the anti-corruption fellow, I was told I would have to leave Canada even though my wife and my two young children are Canadian citizens. He said I was wanted for crimes in America. So I went back to America and waited three months to be prosecuted for those “crimes” for which there were no indictments. Finally, the most senior federal judge on the East Coast dismissed those charges and said I was free to go. He told the prosecutors that if they had any further business with me to file the issues with the court “within 10 days”. My bail was exonerated and the Judge actually apologized for me sitting behind bars for a few months with no arraignment. I returned home for the Christmas holidays and held my breath for 10 days, since my secrets were far bigger than Patrick’s.
The 10 days passed and my family and I were elated to have a normal life again, and I had decided to let God and fate deal with the Brampton lawyer. When a couple of news reporters contacted me I politely declined their calls. Yet on the 12th day, I discovered that I was charged again back in America on the 11th day! When I reminded the prosecutor that the Judge had given 10 days, she told me to come back South to dispute it in court. I chose to dispute it from Canada – if they really made it a legal issue. Surprisingly no extradition was sought.
However 7 months later after some law enforcement people had read my emails, I was politely told by Immigration Canada that I had to “voluntarily depart” Canada on my own or be deported back to America. MP Omar Alghabra, who at the time chaired the Immigration Commission in Parliament, confirmed that I had done nothing wrong and had every right to remain in Canada. Still the Immigration guy, who admitted “being pressured from Ottawa” insisted that I must leave. MP Alghabra suggested that if I left voluntarily, I could return in 90 days. Today it is six years later and I am not allowed to return to my family in Toronto. Why? Because that Brampton lawyer who knows I am a potential witness against him, made it impossible for me to go home to my family, by making me legally “inadmissible” to Canada. How did you do that? With a single phone call. He called the police and made a false criminal complaint in 2010 that I called him all the way from China just to say that I would allegedly kill him! A blatant lie, but how can I prove that from China and cannot even get a visa to come to Canada? After making the false police report, the clever lawyer set out to smear me on the internet with nasty comments that are 5% true, 25% opinions, and 70% fabrications. He did so himself and with another party I was prepared to testify against. He did something similar to yet another witness and friend of mine, making his return to Canada impossible as well.
They say Justice is blind. But there are days that both Patrick and I would vehemently disagree. Here’s the kicker, this Brampton lawyer represents one of the largest police departments in Canada and he once boasted to me that “over a dozen dirty cops owe their freedom to me”. I apologize for waiting so long to tell this story but after I left Canada, it was my family who was threatened in Canada when unknown shooters did the below to our kitchen window in Mississauga, and then shot up our family car a week later. Then, I was visited in Asia a few days later and told that my wife and kids would be killed if I ever returned to North America. Ironically, and perhaps conveniently, those police officers investigating the shooting were the clients of the Brampton lawyer. I miss my wife and kids who I have not seen in three years. But as the killer himself told me “Sometimes politics trumps justice”. Yet I can still do three things that the Brampton lawyer cannot… I can look myself in the mirror. I can sleep at night. And I can pass a polygraph examination. I think Patrick should also be invited to take a polygraph.