This week sees the ten year anniversary of the disappearance of Madeleine McCann and I thought it would be a good time to read something about this unsolved mystery, which seems to have been a never ending source of speculation, media stories and public interest since the news first broke.
I must admit that this event always struck a chord with me, as Madeleine was the same age as my middle son when she disappeared and we were also on holiday in Portugal that year. I remember watching the news and recalling our recent trip to the country (albeit a different part of it). I remember how my husband and I spent over an hour toddler proofing the apartment we stayed in, so it was safer for my three year old son and eighteen month old daughter. There seemed to be plug sockets everywhere, wires trailing and knives openly displayed on low shelves. In fact, even our ten year old couldn’t play unsupervised, as there was a sheer drop, without a fence, just outside the door (not to mention the German family next door, whose father seemed to think it was appropriate to climb over our garden fence, and walk right past our bedroom window, on his way to drape towels by the pool at six in the morning – stopped in his tracks by a paddling pool we put underneath it, resulting in a satisfying cold splash, but no more early morning trespassing…). Anyway, I digress…
In this book, the author takes us through the timeline of the McCann’s holiday. Whatever you may think, there are times when I could not help feeling the author was a little keen to portray the McCann’s in a bad light. For example, he is at pains to suggest the weather was too cold to take children to the beach and that Kate McCann says the pool was too cold to swim in (it was undoubtedly unheated and very cold, but children love beaches whatever the weather and the McCann’s were from the North of England and certainly it would have been warmer in Portugal than where they lived). There is also a little too much poetic license with images of ravens as a recurring theme. Any comment the parents were overheard making, such as Kate McCann’s, “the things you do for your children!” while swimming with her daughter just doesn’t really ‘get’ the way British parents talk, perhaps making sarcastic remarks without really meaning anything. So, there are cultural problems here and I would not put any credence in such off-hand remarks made by the parents. All their actions are deemed suspicious and I would have preferred a more unbiased take on events.
However, this book certainly does a thorough job of taking you through the evidence and showing the inconsistencies in the stories of everyone involved. For example, the McCann’s, and their friends, all failed to use the babysitting service in the evening, even though it was available. Kate McCann stated she was uncomfortable with using an unknown babysitter, which is fair enough. However, she was happy to use the kids clubs, almost all day, every day, for her children. Personally, I am not comfortable with using either, but I would think that if you used unknown staff to care for your children in the day, then why not in the evening? Also, this delves into the image of the happy, carefree holiday the McCann’s portrayed after the event of their daughter’s disappearance. The McCann’s seemed to spend very little time with their children, on this ‘family’ holiday, with emphasis on time for them for tennis lessons and leisurely dinners, and other residents of the apartments reportedly heard crying in the evening, when the children were left unsupervised. Whatever happened, it is certainly difficult not to think the parents were negligent and I do believe this is the reason why public opinion swung against the couple. Plus, there are other odd things which do not add up to parents – such as washing Madeleine’s cuddly toy, which, as a mother, I find inconceivable. Anyway, that is all speculation and emotion, so we need to look at the evidence and how that was handled.
Undoubtedly, the police did a disservice to the McCann’s by not investigating them as suspects earlier. Had the case been dealt with properly, the evidence against the parents – surely the chief suspects in such an event as the last people who saw her – could have been properly assessed. Then, had the crime scene been properly preserved, it would have resulted in them either being charged, or cleared; rather than the never ending speculation they have endured over the years. Instead, bizarrely, the crime scene – the apartment – was actually rented out to other families before finally being forensically inspected and sniffer dogs being used, but this was several weeks after events.
There is the use of Danie Krugel’s magic machine – which he stated could locate DNA wherever it was. The issues that damaged relations between the McCann’s and the Portuguese investigator, Goncalo Amaral, the media circus that erupted (and who the author deemed was responsible for it) and the way the investigation stalled as time went on. In the end, the war of words between the McCann’s and the police in Portugal obviously damaged the investigation – it seemed as though the McCann’s, and their friends, entrenched and unified their stories, and failed to aid the police. It also seemed the police were unwilling to accept other ideas, or explore other possibilities.
Of course, at the heart of this mystery is a missing a child. A little girl who should have started school the same year that my son did. Now my son is in secondary school and she is still missing. That is the tragedy and so is the fact that there has been no conclusion to the case, or justice for her. Of course, other cases, which seemed as though they would never be solved have finally been concluded. I hope that this case will eventually be solved too. Although I did not agree with everything the author says in this book, I will read on and continue the second part of this investigation into the events of that evening, which still haunts the public consciousness.