Criminal justice elusive in society

When a Killer Walks Free, the Crime Doesn’t End

McColl Magazine Public Safety | November 13, 2025

It’s the system telling certain families their dead don’t matter as much.

Chillingly evil domestic violence crime occurrence in the UK

Imagine never setting your eyes on your children again, never seeing the sun set and rise , smelling the sea air as it crashes against the rocks but not seeing it. For Tina Nash, 32, from a small town in Hayle, Cornwall, UK, this is a stark reality and it is now only in dreams she regains her vision, because on the 21st April 2011 she lost her sight.

"I feel like I've been buried alive." said Tina Nash when she spoke for the first time of her ordeal. "I actually look forward to going to sleep, because in my dreams, I have sight. It's when I wake up that the truth hits home."

Last year her boyfriend Shane Jenkins, 33 ,subjected her to a 12-hour "premeditated, sustained and vicious attack." as described by a Detective Inspector. For Tina life would never be the same because on the horrific night in question Jenkins gouged out her eyes.

"I wonder if he brags that he's the last person I saw," said Tina, during a BBC interview. On Tina's birthday, Jenkins who now resides in a psychiatric unit spoke to the Daily Mirror stating, "I didn't start the whole thing that night. She's the one that attacked me. I'm not as evil as everyone has made out, I'm actually really chilled."

Why did Jenkins choose her Birthday to give his own account of events ? It appears even now he is intentionally attempting to control her life.

The night before the attack the couple had watched the horror film Hostel in which a lady has her eyes gouged out. On the night in question the couple had argued after Jenkins had attempted to hand some sleeping pills to a neighbour and Tina had left and gone to bed at her own home in Hayle, Cornwall, only later to be beaten unconscious in her sleep.

"When I came round he was trying to strangle me and knocked me unconscious. I come round again and he was strangling me again and he knocked me unconscious again but when I came around again I realized what was going on and thought oh my god, he's trying to kill me."

Tina then in desperation apologized and said she loved Jenkins, it was only then she was to realize the severity of her injuries when Jenkins chillingly described what he had done to her. "Your eyes are hanging out your head, you will never see your kids again, I'm going to get 20 years for this"

Tina then felt her face only to realize one of her eyes was now out of the socket and hanging from her face and another punched deep into the socket. It was in that moment Tina Nash discovered she was blind. Other injuries included a fractured jaw and a broken nose. Yet despite her desperate pleas to be saved and for Jenkins to call an ambulance he did not release Tina for 12 hours. Doctors and surgeons battled for four weeks but couldn't save Tina's eyes. One eye was pushed so far back it had burst and she now wears a prosthetic eye in her left socket.

Six foot four inch Jenkins who has the word "Outlaw" tattooed on his arm, owned a book about Raoul Moat a deranged murderer from Newcastle upon Tyne who shot three people with a sawed off shotgun before killing himself in July 2010. During Moat`s attack he had shot a police officer David Rathband who survived but was permanently blinded. Jenkins reportedly once told Tina, "If I am going down, I am going down for something worthwhile."

This was not the first time Jenkins had been violent, three months before the attack he was reportedly charged with breaching bail after being charged with a domestic assault causing actual bodily harm. Pubs in Penzance, Cornwall (the Southwest of England), had repeatedly barred him for violent behaviour. "He once dragged someone outside, up the road, put a bench on his head and started jumping on it," one barman said, "He ended up with a fractured skull and brain damage and I think he did some prison time for that but played the diminished responsibility card and was out in about 10 months. This was several years ago in his mid-twenties." Devon and Cornwall police refused to confirm this.

Eight months into his relationship with Tina he had physically attacked her after she had found him with her friend dressed only in her underwear. As an explanation to the event he punched her three times. She then had fled to the bedroom and hid under the duvet but he attacked her again pressing his thumbs into her eyes but that time she had managed to escape. From then on in their relationship Jenkins had subjected Tina to repeated violent attacks, strangling and beating her, she had stayed with him out of fear.

Jenkins has been given an indeterminate sentence with a minimum of six years, which he is serving in a mental hospital. He admits he "went nuts" and "lost the plot" but continues to blame Tina for the assault.

Tina has life changing injuries, she will never see her children again or the Cornish seaside but now lives independently with her two sons 4 and 14 and their new pet dog. She is striving to help other women who are victims of domestic violence by highlighting her own suffering at the hands of Jenkins, urging them to speak up. "Shane was not mentally ill when he attacked me, he was not drunk or under the influence of drugs."

As she stood for the cameras last month,she was a completely changed woman from the victim who tearfully described her ordeal, she is now a survivor who continues to outstand locals with her positive attitude.

"I urge anyone out there suffering domestic abuse to contact the police before it is too late. Don't be frightened or embarrassed," said Tina.

Harrowing eras of crime

Crime waves present themselves as eras. Recall the stories of the highway robber era, and the tales of the pirate era, and the movies about the stage-coach robber era, and the train-robber era, and then comes a crime era where things start to get messy, during in the Great Depression.

That was the era known as the Public Enemy Era. A shining example of the Public Enemy Era was the Barrow Gang. There was also the Dillinger Gang, and several other crazy motherless children who fought authority on behalf of a criminal's right to die a grisly death. 

The Depression-era lawless escapades were sometimes three and four year reigns of terror, killing a lot of innocent bystanders and law enforcement officers during the Great Depression. And there was an organized crime element.

These gangs of robbers and killers shot a lot of police and law enforcement officers, and the historical record indicates they concentrated most of their ordnance on law enforcement (as well as other people) during the Great Depression. They raced around stealing cars and gasoline. 

(Drive-away gasoline thieves are the lowest form of life on earth. Canadians can thank Grant Depatie whose life was cut short in the Lower Mainland of Vancouver, B.C., attempting to stop another frustrating gasoline theft which was part of the landscape until clerks and cashiers received more protection).

The Public Enemies robbed general stores little mom and pop operations (the only kind that existed), robbed banks that didn't have much money in a 'Great Depression,' making it too often a fruitless imposition of death netting nothing but attention and gunplay. 

The criminal in the Public Enemy Era had a short, greedy, sparkling failure of a career. Was there a single successful Public Enemy Number One? These reprobates robbed old ladies in the streets, robbed honeymooning couples, robbed and stole, and sometimes took the lives of everything that moves. They wielded automatic weapons, Thompson machine guns, Browning Automatic Rifles -- high-calibre machine-guns designed for European battlefields. The Public Enemy Era was a harrowing era of crime.

Another era, the Crazed Mass-murderer Era, was launched by Charles Whitman, "a former Marine," (Wiki), raised in Florida, somehow ending up in Texas after the Marine Corps, where he studied engineering at the University of Texas, in 1965. He found his life coming apart in Austin, then killed his wife and his mother one night, and then climbed the tower in the middle of the Austin, Texas, campus before noon the next day, and starting shooting until he killed 14 more and wounded 32, then police blew him away and stopped his day of disintegration. 

Turned out, he had a brain tumor that probably affected his ability to control emotions (to say the least). Also turned out, it had been Whitman who requested the autopsy in a note he left after killing mother and wife, before killing a mob on campus.

Leader of the crazy mass-murderer era was the head of the Manson family, a bunch of grievously manipulated sociopaths and psychopaths who could never begin to explain what the hell they were doing, except that Charlie told them to. And they followed because an endless amount of drugs were involved, and a lot of 'star-dust' was in eyes of Charlie. Nor do we know how many were actually killed besides the party guests at Roman Polanski's house and the LaBiancos.

Supposedly night one was the killing of Polanski's beautiful pregnant wife, primary victim Sharon Tate, who was hosting guests like Jay Sebring, et al, none of whom had any particular future worries, except, WHOA! Then the LaBiancos go down the next night.

Somebody else belongs with the inexplicably crazy mass-murderer era, and that's Richard Speck. He has a part in the crazy mass-murderer era having murdered eight nursing students in Chicago using sheets, as bindings and taking his time using a switchblade knife, in a 'demented man of the house' gone insane scenario. He ended up dying of a heart attack at age 49, rushed from the prison to the hospital, in 1991. 

Youtube has video of Speck sporting a pair of substantial breasts in prison while he's smoking crack and showing off his blue panties. He's unfettered about fessing up the loving all the sex with men in prison ("If they knew how much fun I'm having they would kick me out," he said, snorting coke in jail, on an American crime report a few short years before his death).

From Speck we enter the unstoppable serial killer era, which includes the likes of Ted Bundy, the Hillside Stranger, and that clown in Chicago, John Wayne Gacy, not to mention the one in Canada, Clifford Olsen. As a matter of fact, the whole unstoppable serial killer era practically grinds to a stinking halt with Willy Pickton's pig farm extermination of God only knows how many lives. That is not to say serial killers are finished. It's just, they are part of another era.

Furthermore, we need sub-categories within eras, because disgusting and dishonorable mentions for murderous dementia must be proffered to the Night Stalker, Richard Ramierez, who sided with Satan during his serial killing and raping spree, and John Hughes, who sided with Jesus while luring truckers who wanted to have carnal knowledge with his girlfriend (bait?) where they died instead. Each of these are members of the serial-killer era who performed undertakings that were senseless, bloody, and involving around 15 dead on behalf of each own's version of a diety. Fifteen for Satan and 15 for Jesus. Existentialists might call that a 'push.'

Alas the serial killer era is not over, but perhaps the unstoppable part of it is passed, and stopping them seems to be less of an issue, but it's hard to stop them before they get started. In fact, police have interdicted two recent self-confessed or self-evident 'budding' serial killers in Canada, including Mark Twitchell, the idiot/savant (film-maker/killer) of Edmonton, Alberta fame, and police almost certainly interdicted any wider mayhem from a pair of deviant youth offenders in Victoria, British Columbia, whose names we are allowed to mention, but are not worth mentioning. We should just remember the young lady, Kimberly Proctor.

And that brings us to the modern era, and the new era of crime. It feels like we have entered a new era and it is hard to describe what is happening. How much different would the fate of these victims have been if the technologies didn't exist? Are we in some kind of Fourth Dimension Crime Era, and if people like Alan Shoenborn are set free in my life-time, perhaps we should ask, Are we in a Fifth Dimension Crime Era?

It could be technology that makes a new era. We can't ignore how much technology goes into crime. That's why we need a new crime era. Apparently crime is a leading-edge consumer, employer, participant in the use technology. But technology appears to be exposing crime at the same time as crime exploits technology.

The use of technology and the machinations around the human engineering makes you wonder if these new dimensional technologies are snaring people into death traps. 

Johnny Atlinger was lured by fake messages from an on-line dating service; Kimberly Proctor was begged, preened, annoyed, and seduced by text messages into stepping into one last night of horror; evidence of technology used as a lure goes all the way back to Lisa Marie Young, who disappeared in Nanaimo, B.C., in 2002, after one plaintive cellphone call at 4:30 A.M., on June 30, new dimensions, via technologies, that are leading people into death traps.

Well, the technology is also leading police to the killers. In the case of Qian Liu, a Chinese student at York University, whose alleged murder was done while she was in a webcam conversation, and it captured the attack upon her as it got underway. Her long distance boyfriend was a 'virtual' witness to the initial stages of the attack.

Since the murder in April of Qian Liu, we have to consider the era we have entered. It is the Close Surveillance era.

B.C. Justice system has specialized First Nation advocates

Patricia Jackson is a Youth & Family Advocate for the Native Courtworker and Counselling Association of British Columbia, and, as noted on the title (or index) page, Patricia was declared the Aboriginal Woman of Distinction by Today's Woman for the 7th Annual presentation of the northern award. She received the honours during a banquet in Prince George, at the Coast North Inn, this fall. She won this recognition from tireless work at an urgent task.

 

"We are supporting clients who are facing an imbalance, and we advocate correcting injustice." Patricia Jackson comes to the job with the correct set of personal experiences because, it is true she is young enough to have avoided residential school horrors (by falling outside an age demographic), but Patricia underwent her own disturbing experiences in concert with what Governor General Adrienne Clarkson (Ret.) calls systemic racism against First Nations in Canada.

 

Systemic racism causes people to land in precarious, severely prejudiced, government-legislated losses of human rights from which there is no escape by any means, because it is race-based.

 

Patricia was put into a system of foster care where she grew up in a system of policies under Bill Vanderzalm, renowned and renounced as a form of zealot as then-minister of families, and Patricia lived in one of those 'foster' homes filled with frightful encounters, in Valemount, BC.

 

She describes endless days filled with assault and battery, deprivation, and insane rants and dictates about the problems caused by Indian people. These actions were apparently foisted upon dozens of First Nation kids wrenched thousands of kilometres from home. She was, for example, born in Metlakatla, BC, and is a member of the Tsimshian Nation.

 

She said then-minister of government Vanderzalm issued specific orders for social workers to look the other way, which permitted wider and more longterm abuse. The former premier gained a reputation from a lot of bad decisions and poor judgement. This incident, according to Patricia, paints a very dark picture of his period, as a former BC government minister.

 

She survived to raise a family and turn to a profession that provides hope of retribution, in other words, a highly noble cause for the creation in society of behaviour that treats everybody with the same justice, where justice prevails more than here and there.

  

Systemic racism is usually based in inhuman absurdities, like the system in Rwanda that sparked genocide of 800,000 Tutsis because they had been favoured by Belgian colonials who specified a structure based on light skin Africans supposed to rule over dark skin Africans. It worked that way until the day the Belgians departed and the Hutus took revenge.

 

Systemic racism in Canada has been no less absurd, no less arbitrary, no less cruel, no less obvious, and equally as destructive as any system of racism the world has ever seen.

 

Canadians are fortunate to live in an evolving society that has been proving capable of bringing about change. Patricia Jackson is one of those people who is able to lead the way. She has co-workers at the Native Courtworker and Counselling Association of British Columbia www.nccabc.ca who cover the territory by following the circuit court, meeting clients and pursuing the cause of justice.

 

Patricia has toiled in a Quebec Street office in downtown Prince George to bring about change in one life or hopefully one family at a time, working to salve wounds suffered either by hook or by crook. She is happy to report the NCCABC offices are moving to new quarters.

 

She has worked at 154 Quebec Street, Prince George, in a historic property. It may well be one of the first commercial properties in Northern British Columbia, indeed, may have been a trading post. It is quaint, cramped, creaky, a false front, and they are moving.

 

A woman of this stature is too busy to pay attention to false fronts and antiquated notions. Patricia is building a place in society for people, and sometimes she delivers unexpected landings for kids. For instance, starting last year she worked with the business manager for the WHL Cougars, Brandi Brodsky, to build a program with businesses to put hundreds of kids in arena seats, fed, clothed, housed, and often over the moon with joy to receive an invitation to the spectacle of world class junior hockey.

 

Disadvantaged, at risk, handicapped, or just lucky for once, some kids might to turn a corner through heartfelt endeavours. She knows for a fact it is worth the effort. She has been mentored by others and Patricia speaks about Gloria George, a Hereditary Chief , who inspired a program to create retribution and healing in the Prince George Provincial Corrections facility. This program is presently underway dealing with residential school trauma.

 

"This program is entering another phase," said Patricia, "and the trauma workshops are being funded by the Anglican Church for this next round." Patricia noted, "This is the first corrections facility in Canada to offer recovery assistance to residential school survivors," and the program owes its existence, she said, to Gloria George. The United Church contributed the funding for the first phase.

 

Patricia points out another essential ingredient in the association's success, the NCCABC is entirely First Nation operated and staffed. "My Regional Manager is Arthur Paul, and he works out of the 50 Powell Street, Vancouver BC office. He lets me do my job to the best of my ability.

 

He has been responsible for making me a better employee," where she has been at NCCABC for 2 years, "and on Dec 8, 2007, will be entering my third year of employment.   The NCCABC," including Darlene Shackelly, Executive Director, "has empowered us," she said "by believing and supporting us."