It may run to a mere ten minutes but this documentary is proof as if further proof were needed of that famous Santayana dictum that those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it. Since the Dale Akiki acquittal in November 1993 we have seen a resurgence of the nonsense of ritual child sexual abuse culminating in the UK with the humiliation of Scotland Yard by an ageing homosexual. In August last year, one-time MP Harvey Proctor held a spectacular press conference in which he revealed the full extent of the calumnies that had been levelled against him by fantasists and publicity seekers.
While the rape, torture and murder of underage boys is an entirely different proposition from killing an elephant and a giraffe in a classroom, and while there are indeed paedophile rings out there, the gross sexual abuse of children or of anyone generates physical evidence, lots of it, as Akiki's lawyer says here.
People - overwhelmingly men but a few women too - are still being convicted of heinous crimes against both women and the young on nothing more than words. The fact that the Akiki jury was not taken in by the mass of charges and fantastic stories is encouraging, until one remembers the case of Kelly Michaels less than a decade before, and Marie Black, currently languishing in a UK gaol branded a monster alongside the likes of Rosemary West.