The Way I See It #36 : By Darren Murphy

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Immoral, vicious, iniquitous, despicable, sinful, vulgar, destructive, toxic, venomous. Just a few of the many words which could be used to describe Mick Philpott.

Eleven months ago, a fire ripped through a council house in Derby, killing six innocent youngsters. This week, Philpott, the 56-year-old father of 17 children (including the six deceased) was found guilty by a jury of six separate counts of manslaughter. Philpott was not the only one convicted. Alongside him his

wife Mairead and accomplice Paul Mosley were also found guilty of the same charges after they involved in hatching the fire plan, hoping to frame Philpott’s ex-mistress, Lisa Willis, and claim custody of the five kids he had fathered with her.

The six children, only one of whom lived into their teens, will now never experience the wonderful things in life they were yet to discover. Those exciting moments when embarking on relationships or meeting new people have been cruelly taken away. The nervousness of starting secondary school as daunting as it may be has been lost on five of these children.

I very much doubt whether anyone has not become familiar with the name Philpott over the last week. And I’m positive that anyone who saw the ITV documentary must have been absolutely sickened by this abominable excuse of a man.

Here is a guy with a history of severe violence, who once repeatedly stabbed a former partner in a frenzied attack simply because the woman had ended their relationship. The woman’s mother, who had intervened to try and protect her daughter, also suffered stab wounds. Yet he still managed to get himself on national television years later, as if he was some sort of victim, while revelling in the minor celebrity status achieved by appearing on Jeremy Kyle’s show.

The ITV documentary portrayed Philpott as a domineering and violent man, with a history of associating himself with younger and vulnerable females. He controlled his wife and mistress, with their wages and benefits paid into Philpott’s bank account. He enjoyed days out to the pub while his wife and partner slaved over the home.

Philpott claimed his house was too crowded, as it would be with the amount of children he had fathered. However, there was plenty of space for a games room with a snooker table and dart board. Of course, there are many inaccuracies and half-truths in the newspapers and on television, but much of the evidence and from the trial backs all these claims up.

I’m sure I won’t be alone in claiming that I had a strong feeling Philpott was in some way involved in the deaths of his children, on the day he and Mairead held a press conference. As did the police who were onto the couple almost straight away.

We all grieve in different ways, and peculiar behaviour is common among the bereaved. But Philpott was in his local pub only days after the death of his children, while his wife looked on giggling. That’s not peculiar, that stinks of a man who pompously believed he was somehow above the law.

His plot to frame his ex-mistress failed, but Philpott has lost so much more than the £1,000-a-month in benefits that stopped the moment Ms Willis saw the light and moved her and their five children out the house they shared with Mairead and the other kids. He has lost six precious lives. Lives which his actions cut dreadfully short. For this there is only one word I need to describe Mick Philpott. Vile.