CHAIRPERSON
In 1993, I telephoned Andy Taylor.   I asked to meet him, but he said he didn't have time.  I reminded him that we had met in the early 70s when he was a junior police officer, who used to come to our house almost weekly.  I asked him if he had ever heard anything about who killed my father.   He said he and his colleagues had discussed the murder and still wondered who was responsible, but they had never heard a thing.   He said it was a great mystery and one he told me he would love to know the outcome of, because it had long puzzled him.  I said it seemed unlikely that he had never heard even the slightest rumour about who the killer might be.   Taylor then insisted that his brief was black terrorists.   He only dealt with blacks he said, which was patently untrue since he had dealt with my father.