youcanknowsometimes.blogspot.ca/2016/07/stephen-dickinson-and-3-other-legal_28.html"Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 1 of 12.My name is Stephen John Dickinson. I was born on the 10th of July, 1967, in Liverpool, England.
The address where I lived until just before my eighth birthday and where the events I will describe took place, was 7 Ettington Road, Liverpool, England.
My mother’s birth name was Irene M. Mottram, born on the 13th of October, 1932, in Sefton Park, at Sefton Park General Hospital, Smithdown Road.
My father’s name was James Paul McCartney, the “Beatle,” born on the 18th of June, 1942. I was conceived just before he died in 1966.
After my father’s death my mother met a man named George John Dickinson and married him. She didn't tell me who my biological Father was until
just after my seventh birthday. For a long time, I thought it was when I was six. I gauged it by her death, the year of which I didn't know
until recently. It was the birthday before she died. Anyway, when I turned seven, she told me James Paul McCartney was my father.
I remember George Dickinson had originally found my mother wandering around the streets of Liverpool, alone and upset like she was in a state of shock
from some terrible experience. I believe this was in late 1966, when she was pregnant with me. He took care of her and became close to her
and they soon married, even though he knew he was not the father of her child. They later had another boy, [name withheld from public copy ---] Dickinson,
who is my half brother. George was very good to me in many ways and years later, I quit my business and nursed him when he was dying
of lung cancer in Liverpool, England.
Even at a young age, when I was only seven years old, coming from Liverpool, I knew who James Paul McCartney was. I was surprised by what my mother had told
me and at first thought she was joking with me. After a short exchange of words, which started with me expressing my disbelief and ended with my mother
stating in no uncertain terms that J. Paul was my father and it was important that I knew it, I asked her how she knew him and how they had met.
My mother told me that she had worked in and managed a typing pool – maybe as an executive secretary – opposite Brian Epstein’s office in the NEMS
(North End Music Stores) building. I believe this was in the Whitechapel area of Liverpool town. She went on to say that Paul used to come and see her
on her dinner break. They both had a keen interest in music. My mum’s interest was in classical, mostly, going by her record collection. She said Paul
also was interested in classical music. According to Mum, they became friends first and, later on, their friendship led to my conception.
She also said she waited to have me.
After Mum told me this, I must have looked at her in a way that made her exclaim, “I never threw myself at him, Stephen.” I know my mother was a proper,
virtuous woman and didn’t...
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 2 of 12.take having relations with a man outside of marriage lightly. George Dickinson was not home when our first conversation happened
and she broke off the discussion when he arrived.
My mum and Paul were very close and spent much time together. She usually called him “Jamie,” instead of Paul. I know other people
have told me that Paul was not called Jamie, but I guess it was an unusual or love term, or it was actually used by his friends sometimes.
She told me she was 100% sure Paul was my dad and was always adamant when I asked about it. As I got used to the idea over the following
couple of months, it became something I was curious about.
After my mother met Paul, he took her to
a grand hotel in Vienna, Austria. I have a memory of Mum saying
Paul took her to Vienna.
She also showed me a picture of her looking out from a very fancy balcony at the fancy hotel where they stayed and I assume the person
taking the picture was Paul, because she said she was there with him. She was on that balcony and it was overlooking water. I now know the Beatles were
in Innsbruck, Austria for the filming of “Help!” in 1965, and never did a public concert in Austria, but they did do a small concert during the filming
of “Help!” in Innsbruck. I don’t know if that was around the time she met him, or if she was seeing him already. I don't know if she
went to Austria around the time of the filming, arriving before, during, or after – if she did go around then. I don’t know when the photo was taken,
or when their friendship and romance started. She never mentioned if they were secretly married at some point, but I sometimes thought about it.
That trip almost seemed like a secret honeymoon to me, but she never said that. I know that my mum was older than Paul.
He used to call her his older woman, according to my mum. He had lost his mother and my mum was a local woman and good looking.
She was interested in his interests and would have been a friend first, as she said to me.
I also know that if he died in September, it was a long pregnancy for me and October or November would work more easily.
I have since learned that births weren’t forced (induced) as often, back then. Some people say it was never done, except for C (Caesarian) Sections
in emergencies. Second, some women would not have known when they got pregnant. Third, even more would not be believed sometimes.
(More prejudice to listening to women happened then, I think). Fourth, there were no early pregnancy tests. So, though I am not sure
of when my dad died, statistics of there being extremely few 10-10 ½ month babies could be off. Obviously, 9 months is the norm,
but it may not be quite as high a norm as we think. Fifth, it turns out that pregnancy is counted usually from
date of implantation of the embryo and the older a woman is, the longer it can be, up to a week. Sixth, a period can be miscounted.
So … it’s not impossible I was born about 10 months or just a bit more than that, from September 11 or so. I have believed my father died
in November and I still think it, as I will say again later, but I am aware many others do not. I got the November 9 date from the US rumour
from 1969. It may be wrong, for many reasons. If I was conceived in September, it is likely that I was conceived right around the time he died,
maybe in the same trip to Liverpool, if he was killed there. I know it seems odd, but I will not likely know.
I never owned any photographs of my mum with my father, because I was so young when she died in 1975. I do know that George Dickinson
had taken photographs of Mum, me, and other people, starting from when he met her. The only one that I have now is one of him and her,
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 3 of 12.when she was pregnant with their son, [---]. She doesn't look her best in it, but she was stunning in the pictures I remember of her
when she was younger. George later claimed that he had lost the photos of the family, so I have only my memories to rely on. I don't know
if we had photos of Paul and Mum.
After learning that my real father had died, I told a few of my friends that Paul was dead. To my surprise, one of my friends, Kevin, already knew.
I was on my front step and said to him, “Paul’s dead, you know.” He said, “I know, Dicko.” That was my nickname. Though he may have been brushing me off,
his comment made me think Mum must have had friends who knew, and they told their kids. I think that Paul's death may have been well known
in some circles in Liverpool. Later, the same boy witnessed my meeting with the Beatles. I don't remember his last name, unfortunately.
I figured that Paul was dead by myself and my mum confirmed it. Something must have given me the general idea at first. I think I remember hearing
something about it and the clues about it on the radio as well, but I’m not 100% sure on that. I remember playing the “Blue Album” that George
had bought for me. It was the only Beatles album from after 1966 that I had. When I played the song “Strawberry Fields”, something strange,
not music, was at the end of the song. It sounded like someone talking slowed down, so I turned the player from 33 rpm to 45 rpm, not backward.
When you do this, you hear John Lennon say in real time, “I buried Paul.” I felt sure of the ending to “Strawberry Fields” and on finding it,
I remember proclaiming from the front room, "Oh no! He's dead!" Kids sometimes are very emotional and this was my feeling. George rushed in
from the kitchen and said, “Who’s dead, son?” I remember saying, “Oh, nobody,” but then telling him that Paul McCartney was dead. I can’t remember
George’s exact reaction to this, but he did not deny it. After I realized Paul was dead, from what I was sure I heard, I asked Mum when George
was not around. She told me Paul had died. I remember doubting her a bit and saying, “Paul wasn't really my father, was he, Mum?” and her getting upset
and saying, “Paul was your father, Stephen.” As I will tell in a moment, I do remember Mum saying to John Lennon, "I never told him, John."
I’d found the statement by John Lennon in “Strawberry Fields”, so in a way, my mum told the truth: she had only confirmed what I’d already figured out.
I was quite a clever kid. That’s why Ringo called me a “little Jeremy”. John must have asked my mum not to tell me Paul died. I believe he –
and any others originally in the know – swore to the Official Secrets Act. I know I would have asked, “What happens if I don't lie?”
With other suspicious deaths, probable bribery, threats and, what's most important, basic loyalty and having no direct evidence; there,
you have the coverup. The name “McCartney” would have been a superficial legal change, though the thrust is terribly illegal and deeply immoral,
no matter for what reasons the Beatles agreed to it.
All the main parts of my testament’s events happened in a short time. There was Mum telling me who my father was, me finding out he was dead,
the Beatles visit and then Mum's dying. The next thing, the Beatles' visit, will sound strange to some people, but I remember it as well as can be.
It was a surprise to me, but now I’m thinking it was not a surprise to my mum.
In 1975, or thereabouts, when I was seven going on eight years old, I was by myself, playing marbles in front of my house.
I was approached outside my home by John Lennon, George Harrison, Richard Starkey (Ringo) and by the man who replaced my father in the public eye
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 4 of 12.and his mother. I was told it was his mother. They all came walking up as if they had got out of a car somewhere down the street.
I remember John had a sheepskin waist coat on. I remember George having a longer coat above the knees, but still long. It’s a bit vague,
but I think Ringo was in a two piece suit, with a shirt with a collar and maybe a tie. The man who was supposed to be Paul had a two
piece suit with a crew neck t-shirt. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, I think. I must have had a coat on, but if I did, I don't remember it.
The neighbourhood street was quiet and deserted. My mother had come to the front door as soon as they approached me.
She stood on the top step of the house and said, "I never told him, John!" and then walked back in. She must have been getting ready,
expecting them to follow her in.
The Paul replacement’s mum was giving me a bad look from the second they walked up to me, a look that made me feel uncomfortable.
She was wearing a long dress and a headscarf, with her greying hair tied back. She had a severe, pinched look, a sort of long face
and left a real impression on me. She was not wearing makeup and looked like an angry Scotswoman. The dress was of a dark colour.
She never said a word. From the second they walked up to me, the replacement's mum looked at me with a hard look. She was intimidating,
but I had a lot of bravado as a child and she lost her temper with me. Some people think Nancy Cooke de Herrera, who was with the Beatles
in 1968, in India, was the replacement's mother. That would mean the replacement was with his mum and the Beatles in India in 1968.
Cooke de Herrera certainly looks like the mum, both having thin faces, but the woman I met came across as the type who wouldn't wear
makeup: a very religious, proper woman, stern and hard as nails. Think of a gritty Scot. I’ve always thought John's 1968 song
“Bungalow Bill” was about the replacement for my father, who seems to be named Bill something. So the idea might have been not only
of de Herrera’s safari with her son Richard Cooke in India, while the Beatles were there, but the replacement’s mother also might have
been on John’s mind. There is the line, “In case of accidents, he always took his Ma.” I was looking up the lyrics to that song only
a few days ago and I’m sure the song says, "Hey bungalow Bill, who did ya kill? Was it yer gil?" “Your girl” in Scouse (Liverpudlian accent)
is “Yer gil.” But when you Google the lyrics on every site, there's no sign of the words “Was it yer gil?” I think it means that John
wrote the song to expose the replacement and his murderous ways, or his mother’s too, not just the Cookes' safari. If so, it was about
the replacement and his mum killing someone, but probably not my father. The new man had a different nature than Paul, anyway.
People aren't really fooled, I think; the certain something the others had in abundance isn't there in him. Something was missing
in the new man, not just drug induced or aged in Paul.
I asked John Lennon who the woman was, saying, “Who’s she?” He nodded toward the replacement and said, “His mum.” I didn’t recognize Paul
in him and knew Paul had died. The replacement and his mum never said a word to me. I looked at each of them and turned to John Lennon.
I was mainly focused on John. He was wearing his glasses. You could hardly make out John’s eyes beneath those glasses. I said, “Where’s Paul?”
I had already figured out in a kid’s way and been told by my mum afterward that Paul had died, but I wanted the Beatles to know that
I knew what had happened. I said, “Where’s Paul?” to let them know I knew and to get them to tell me what had happened to Paul.
I knew the replacement was standing trying to look like Paul. I looked through him, didn’t give
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 5 of 12.him acknowledgment and said I wanted to know where Paul was, by turning to John and saying, “Where’s Paul?”
This made John and George smile, and Ringo laughed. The replacement rolled his eyes and his mum’s stare became more intense.
I knew this man was pretending to be Paul, but I wanted to know what had happened, so the first words out my mouth were, “Where’s Paul.”
I suppose I was hoping John would explain. That didn't happen. (Things just deteriorated to the point where the replacement’s mum
tried to strangle me – and she wasn't messing around. Something hit her emotions and she went for me, as I will tell in a moment.
If the others hadn’t been there, I felt then that I would be dead now.) I remember peering into John’s eyes as he said,
“We’re letting it be, Dicko,” my nickname, and rolled his eyes towards the man who had replaced my father. I never thought about
how he knew my nickname. I guess John not only knew my mum from before, but knew my nickname. Other things about my experiences
may mean my mum was in touch with the Beatles and they were visiting for her, really, and not for me. When John said,
“We’re letting it be, Dicko,” my nickname, and rolled his eyes towards the man who had replaced my father, he even seemed to be
emphasizing “it”, as if the word referred to the replacement too, not just the situation. I replied, “You can’t just let it be!
You'll never get away with it." John looked at me and said, "We already have."
A few more words were exchanged between us. I was a kid, so in spite of the seriousness of the Paul topic which came up, I asked them
what meeting the Queen was like and made fun of Ringo a bit. I even told Ringo that he would be the last Beatle. I don’t know why I said that.
This resulted in Ringo's turning to the others and saying, “He’s another little Jeremy." I don’t know what that means.
Ringo liked messing with language, so maybe it meant a perceptive joker like “Jamie”, as in James Paul McCartney, or I misheard for “Jamie”.
In the time we were talking, my friend Kevin walked up and stood by my side. My not accepting her son as Paul upset the replacement's
mother and resulted in her grabbing me very intensely around the neck. I actually feared she would kill me. One of the other adults
(I don’t remember who) intervened and pulled her off me. After the replacement's mum attacked me, Kevin ran off and I don't remember
speaking with him after that. Right after Mum’s death, we moved two miles away, to Newsham Drive.
A few more words were exchanged and I told the lady outside that she was crazy. After that, the adults started to walk away,
towards the end of the road. Maybe they were as ruffled by the events as I was, so they left maybe more quickly than planned.
As they were walking away, I shouted after them a final try. I said, basically, “Was Paul’s death an accident or murder?”
My actual words were quick and a child’s. I asked about Paul this way: “Paul ... was it God or the Meanies?” I wasn’t asking
the replacement the question and calling him Paul. I just started my last quick question with the topic I was heading for.
“Meanies” was a reference to the bad guys in the animated Beatles film, “Yellow Submarine”, from 1968, where the mean people
were called the “Blue Meanies”. George Harrison turned around, lifted his finger, as if to suggest they had heard enough from
me and replied, “We have our suspicions.”
I don’t know for sure that Paul was murdered. Yes, I was young and people have every right to ask me anything they feel about
how “strange” it would be that a kid would wonder if there is murder. I’m not offended. I knew I would have to face questioning.
It’s only natural. You can’t just make a claim like what I have and expect everyone to take it at face value. But I got
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 6 of 12.the point then and I know now that his death was never investigated or revealed, which makes me wonder. As a child,
I did too, so I asked. “Bad guys”, or “Meanies” occurred to me. That’s all. Kids aren’t dumb. I don’t conclude something
for sure, without being told something is true, but that’s not what was happening here. I asked and George answered, impulsively.
I was a very clever, outgoing child. Some may find what I say to be hard to believe, but I can only say what happened to me.
It has stuck with me. I would love to know what happened. Sometimes I feel strongly it was murder. Also, I don't remember my mum
saying anything about that visit. I think she was upset by everything that had happened.
This visit from the Beatles was probably intended for my mother and interrupted by the replacement’s mother’s reaction to me,
as I said. Not long after (a couple of weeks), I came home from school and my mother wasn’t there. When I asked George Dickinson
where she was, he said she was in hospital – supposedly with lung cancer. The fact that George Dickinson suddenly said my mum was
in hospital has always seemed very strange to me, because I remember her doing everything a housewife did: making the dinner,
washing the clothes and keeping a clean house. She seemed fine, no cough. It was incomprehensible in any normal way, to come home
from school one day only a few weeks after the Beatles’ visit, to find that she was in the hospital and then dead only two to three
weeks after that, supposedly of lung cancer. She wasn’t a smoker, had no signs of being sick at all and died so quickly after being admitted.
Yes, again I was young and did not put it all into words. But the basic timing and experience were what they were.
Along with my grief, it did begin to give me some suspicions. Only three weeks after she went into hospital, I came home from school
and George John Dickinson had my younger half brother [---] Dickinson on his lap. George was crying. I asked him what was wrong and
he replied, “Your mum’s dead, Stephen.” I was told my mother had died of lung cancer and wondered why she hadn’t asked for me.
I asked George and he said, “She did ask for you son, but she was too ill for you too see her." I had so many questions for her.
I feel like she was snatched away because of that meeting with John, the imposter “Paul” who some people call “Faul” (meaning “False Paul”),
and the group, along with “Faul’s” mother. I also know my mum would have asked for me. George even told me she did, but he had made
the decision not to take me, because she was too sick. I always resented that. My mother died on the 23rd of April, 1975.
I don't remember the funeral. Maybe George sent me to his mum's. She is buried in Anfield cemetery, in the family plot.
I didn't visit until recently, partly because life went on, it had been a traumatic event I avoided and I didn't know her death date
exactly, to look her up.
The strange visit described above occurred not long before her death, so I estimate it was February or March, 1975, based on her death
and the clothing they were wearing. The doctor who treated my mother, her local GP, was Dr Ian Bogle. Later he became head of the BMA
at BMA House, on Tavistock Square, London. (Charles Dickens’ former home, called Tavistock House, was demolished in 1901, but the area
is honouring his house.) Whether the BMA location is linked to, or the same as, the Tavistock Institute, I am not sure. I have read about
Tavistock Institute and the propaganda role they have played in our music and culture. This and the fact that my mother seemed perfectly
well leading up to her hospitalisation, plus the timing of the visit and her rapid death, have made me even more suspicious about her death.
I have always felt that the trouble I had with my father’s replacement and his mother at the meeting led to my mother’s death.
When I said that I had caused her death, George replied,
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 7 of 12.“Don’t be silly, son.”
I never had any material proof of my mother’s relationship to James Paul McCartney, since no photos or keepsakes from him were passed on to me,
and I was too young and upset when she died, to think about asking about them or looking for them. I did have her record albums,
and they may have been material proof, maybe. They were all classical albums, except for three Beatles albums: “A Hard Day’s Night”, “Help!”
and “Rubber Soul”, which makes sense if she knew him around that period, from about 1965-1966 at least. Sadly, in 1995, years after I was a kid,
when I had an argument with the mother of my two youngest children, she destroyed my albums in a rage after I had gone out for a bit.
Losing my vinyl broke my heart. When I realized what she had done, I sank to my knees and sobbed. I threw the damaged albums out, never thinking
to look for a hand written note or card from my father, which may have been slipped into their sleeves. That’s how upset I was.
Not long after my mother died, I overheard George Dickinson and other family members arguing. I heard one of them say, “You don’t have to have him,
George,” meaning to keep me. On hearing this, I started to walk away from my home, but by the time I had reached the end of the short road I lived
on, George ran after me, asking what I was doing. I told him I didn’t want to be with them either, but George insisted I go home with him.
He knew he wasn’t my biological father, but I don’t think he knew that James Paul McCartney was. I asked him about it before he died on the 28th
of July, 2014. He said, “I knew you were not my son, but I didn’t know whose son you were.” I don’t know whether to believe that.
I've thought about this issue a lot, since I always felt I knew my mother was telling the truth about Paul’s death. I saw that someone else,
the other “Paul” person I had met, had taken my father’s place in the mass media. History was changed, not only about music, but about
intelligence service activity.
I don’t know if we received some small money from the Beatles for me over time – from my birth, or forward from the visit. I also don’t know
if there were phone calls from the Beatles to my home, after the visit I had. I didn’t have much time to find out anything and I didn’t
think about asking, because I was young and overwhelmed. There was an illegitimate son of Paul McCartney in Liverpool, named Philip Cochrane,
according to his mother Anita. Anita got some small payment, she said. Erika Hubers also got some. She was a German who had a daughter named Bettina.
Bettina has become famous, because without knowing or saying that Paul died, she challenged the DNA findings of the German paternity court, twice.
Her mother and she not only got money from court despite the DNA findings -- because it was the replacement’s DNA used, I believe --
but also got Epstein payments in the 1960s. This is not usually known, but it is the testimony of Peter Brown, with helping author Steven Gaines,
in Brown's book “The Love You Make” (2002). Another mother from Liverpool, named Alice Doyle, also got money from Epstein.
Her son was Mark Paul Doyle, according to the same book. Hubers and Doyle are discussed in chapter 5.
Here is a post summarizing the Bettina case, but I have added short comments using “SJD” to show and remind people which “McCartney”
we are actually talking about in the summary:
Post by “stavros” [sic], the 25th of March, 2014, at 5:49 p.m.
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 8 of 12.This was a big story back in the 1980s and I'd all but forgotten about it until stumbling upon it again by accident.
This paternity case against Paul seemingly dragged on into the 21st century and is one of those slightly uncomfortable and stranger
parts of Beatle history.
Bettina was born in December [SJD: ,] 1962. Her mother Erika claimed McCartney asked her to abort the baby and sought alimony at the time.
McCartney denied the accusations and also that he was the baby's father. But he did pay her a sum of money. [SJD: Let us say also that
Paul could deny it or could be sure it wasn't his and still pay something, though that’s unlikely. It is not my main point here, anyway.]
In 1966 the Beatles were about to embark on a European tour. McCartney was informed by the German courts that a matter of maintenance
had to be settled [SJD: with Bettina's mother,] before he set foot in Germany. Lawsuits continued until Bettina turned 18.
In 1983, she and her mother went to court yet again to ask for maintenance payments.
[SJD: The replacement for] McCartney apparently took a blood test that came back negative. But for some reason, the courts rejected
the results and made him pay maintenance anyway. Four years later, working in Berlin as a hairdresser, Bettina lost her court cases on
[SJD: the replacement's] appeal and was liable to pay legal costs of £60,000. [SJD: The replacement for] McCartney’s lawyer advised
[SJD: him, as] Paul to pay it so as not to bankrupt Hubers [SJD: maybe to quell the story].
The story did not go away but was kept well under the radar here in the UK (unlike the Heather Mills divorce).
[SJD: Whether or not Bettina was the illegitimate daughter of McCartney himself, the following happened:]
In 2007 [SJD: Bettina] Hubers claimed that [SJD: that the] McCartney [SJD: in front of her had] sent a stand in to take the paternity
test and wanted a new one conducted. She also claimed the signature was a false one in the original 1980s documents and was written
by a right handed person. However [SJD: ,] after further investigations [SJD: or cover-up,] the case was dropped.
[SJD: Source of quotation, general thread:
abbeyrd.proboards.com/thread/4904/paternity-paul-bettina-huberscase.
For post in thread:
abbeyrd.proboards.com/post/69693/thread . (For post only, drop "thread".)]
The DNA the replacement submitted did not match Bettina's DNA, whether she was Paul's daughter or not.
I put this post about Bettina into my testament in order to give context about payments and the situation facing other
likely Paul children. Again, I do not know if my family received money. Unlike me, the replacement, now knighted,
must have received state help of different kinds, no matter how many tend to believe the hoax anyway. Plus, I've learned,
Prime Minister Wilson used revenue and economic activity closely and generally related to
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 9 of 12.the Beatles, to stave off devaluing the pound at all during 1964-1966. Devaluation began after my father's death,
but the revenue still helped a lot. The hoax would likely go up to the royals.
(Sources:
mostlyeconomics.wordpress.com/2014 /08/28/how-beatles-saved-uk-from-its-foreign-exchange-crisis-in-1960s-some-lessons-
forind ia-too, based on article “Live music’s debut as a big export earner”, by Simon Willson, in “Sound Money” section of
Finance & Development [the International Monetary Fund (IMF) journal], September 2014, Vol. 51, No. 3,
www.imf.org/external/pubs/ft/fandd/2014/09/picture.htm.)After I heard “I buried Paul” and my mum said Paul had died, I wondered if there were other things in the songs that related to
my father’s death. Around this time or a little after, a song lyric in “A Day In The Life” (1967) struck me.
It said that “Wednesday morning papersdidn’t come.” This led me to asking neighbours on my road, “Do you remember the morning
the local paper didn’t come?” I was taking the lyric literally. Many people think the line is only an artistic way to say news media
cover up things in general, or Paul’s death specifically, but what is interesting is that I got results by taking this lyric literally – for Liverpool.
Everyone had the papers delivered back then and some of the people I asked remembered this event, where there was a day when no one
got their paper. One was Mrs Kirby. She lived next door to me at 5 Ettington Road. The publication is the Liverpool “Echo and Post”,
the only newspaper in Liverpool. I find it interesting that because there was only one newspaper in Liverpool, it may have made it easier
to superficially contain the news, if Paul died in or around Liverpool, maybe visiting family and my mum. To have no paper come,
London had too many newspapers. That does not mean other major events cannot be contained, but it is easier if there is one newspaper.
I believe the date is Wednesday the 9th of November, 1966, but I am not sure. It could be Wednesday the 14th of September, 1966,
or even not really a Wednesday. Even after all these years, of course, I still don’t know the exact date of my father’s death,
or his burial place. I have never been able to pay my respects to him.
George John Dickinson raised me and my half brother on his own. I had no one else. Most in Liverpool have some Irish heritage.
There are a lot of “Mac”/“Mc” names here as well. George's own mum was a McNamara. She was the eldest of 11. I never married,
but had two long term relationships. I had 4 children. With [---], we had my eldest child, [---], who has a daughter.
My granddaughter is now eight years old. My next is [---], my only boy, who looks more like his mum’s dad than mine. With [---],
I had [---] and my youngest daughter, [---]. All my children are brown eyed, like me, my mum and Paul.
My first “wife”’s mother was named [---], and she is in the photo of me as a young man which I have posted on Facebook.
I call her my mother-in-law. I have also posted another photo of me around the same age, sitting on a bed, and photos of two daughters
and a son. I am left handed and my four children and granddaughter are, too, just like Paul. I don’t know if left handedness
is higher in some families genetically or not. I really see Paul’s looks in my eldest daughter, though it’s there in my other
daughters too. It's less there in me, I feel. Some say that when I was younger I had a soft quality of face, manner and dark hair,
all like Paul.
My mum’s family home, where I think she lived when she met Paul, was my granddad’s place until the year 2000. I never visited,
but I asked George, “Where did Mum live?” George said, “A road off Pinehurst Road.” Pinehurst is close to Ettington Road,
where everything happened. A little while back, I Googled “Dewsbury Road”, which is what Paul says in a
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 10 of 12.strange statement put into “Magical Mystery Tour” film. I was confirming if Dewsbury Road was in Greater Manchester.
(Dewsbury city is 30 miles away from Manchester.) The map result also showed a road off Priory Road, Liverpool.
Priory almost joins to where Ettington is and joins to Dewsbury Road. Dewsbury joins to Pinehurst.
So my mum’s family home in Liverpool was near Dewsbury, or on Dewsbury, all fairly close to me. I wasn't allowed to go
far as a kid, across busy streets, so I didn't remember Dewsbury.
I was not close with the Mottrams, but I remember meeting Mum's brothers. I saw a lot of one uncle, Uncle Ronnie. When I was orphaned,
the Mottrams were mostly not around. George was pretty good to me, but I had a rough time with family life in my teens
and moved on later. I helped George for about two years, when he was ill. I knew some of George’s family, but a lot of them
moved away, some to Toronto, Canada, where George had lived for a while before I was born. He died back in Liverpool, UK,
but we traveled to Toronto, while he was ill.
As time went by and I came across more later Beatles material, I noticed many references to my father’s death.
There are well documented “clues” in the music, videos and album art. Other artists have made reference to my father’s death
in their work. Over the years I have seen the man who replaced my father in the public eye and have wondered about the details
of my father’s death. The fact that my father died in 1966 is more known now. I have searched for information lots of times.
I read forums and blogs concerning this issue and saw comments saying, “If this is true, why haven’t his family spoken out?”
Reading this made me think more about talking. I feel a responsibility to speak out about who my father was and that he was replaced
in the public eye in 1966 by someone whose identity I still don’t know.
At least one among my children said she believes me, but I really don’t know if that is true. Other people have heard me a few
times over the years say I’m his son, but now is the time I’m really coming forward. Right now, my personal backup is my word:
that I’m Paul’s son, that he died and that the Beatles thought it may have been murder. But I hope that it helps people to know
that some family member is talking, daring to talk.
For a long time, I never thought this testimony would make much impact on anyone. I told some people and some believed me, some not.
I lived my life as I could. I worked, had kids, helped George Dickinson. Then in 2014, he died in Liverpool, from cancer. As I said,
I began to look more into this issue after that. I did think I would have some impact, when I was young. I’ve seen the world change
so much that I’m not sure most people will care anymore about Paul's death. But I think maybe Paul’s legacy is being tarnished in some ways
by the replacement and biographers, and so on. I know some of the people in the groups of PID (Paul is Dead) discussions care about
my father, but does the world care? They care about the fun early 60s sometimes, but maybe not the secret. I’m a private person,
quite shy as well. I’m a bit worried about getting too much attention. But, in for a penny, in for a pound: if it is out, maybe it
will do some good. I’m rather excited.
It’s hard to decide to put this out. I did post sometimes in the last while on Tina Foster’s “Plastic Macca” Blog and on Facebook.
Lately, I’ve been feeling that I should do more. On Facebook, I met people and was contacted by Clare Kuehn, who mentioned that if
I’m really believing what I say, I should put it all down once and for all, in some formal way. She said if
Affidavit of Stephen John Dickinson. DATE: _____________________ . Pg 11 of 12.I’m not Paul’s son, I should at least tell what I remember of my experiences, which includes the Beatles' visit.
I think the Beatles seem to have known my mum and believed I was possibly Paul’s son at least. I agreed I should put down
my full recollections in a serious way. So I am putting things down here, fully and completely. She and some others helped me
with grammar and spelling errors. They asked, “Who, where, what next?” This testament is mostly in my exact words,
with some grammar help. I feel like I'm resolving things that have been on my mind since I was a child.
She mentioned that it might help any kind of other witnesses who may come forward, to have an example of what to do.
I agree. So I suggest that people do their own full, properly formatted testament and attach supporting items in secret first.
It's good not to say anything at that time to others, whatever and wherever you already had spoken before.
Don't feel you are immediately safer because I came out, but please do come out quickly ... with these precautions.
Original copies of my document are safe and photographed, with other relevant items. The full set of photos will come
out with me. I have no more significant things hidden, to tell or to keep. There's less overall risk this way.
I know my own risk and want to help. Justice for my father's estate and legacy is my main concern, not money,
plus justice for history, not only music history.
The following paragraph was composed based on things I have said, but actually written by a man who was helping me,
who wishes to remain anonymous for now. It expresses my feelings extremely well. It is better than I would have
put the sentences and I fully endorse it as my concluding statement:
My only purpose in writing this testament is to make my children and my future descendants aware of my story and of my true
parentage, not to gain attention or to profit from it. I am also determined that the many people who have loved my father,
James Paul McCartney, finally know the truth of his death and replacement in 1966. Another man assumed his name and used Paul's
fame to enhance his own career. Many who knew my father have kept quiet about his death and replacement, even until this very day,
either out of fear, shame, profit, laziness, or for kicks – I really don’t know why, but probably from a combination of all of these.
Now that the world finally knows my story, I hope and pray that at least some of those who hid this secret from the world
will come forward and set things right, in good legal format and with a witness to the signature. This effort and avowal gives
more credibility, even if this issue does not get into a court. I encourage the others to do so with full disclosure, in
multiple original copies, to trusted researchers and other people, for their own safety and for the sake of the original Paul McCartney’s
true musical genius. This died with him in 1966. I come forward for the sake of all, but especially for myself and any other blood children
of his, whose family legacy has been denied by a partly state-aided conspiracy of silence and deception.
SIGNATURE OF TESTIFIER
I, Stephen John Dickinson, by my signature below, swear and attest that the events described in this testimony are true
and took place, to the best of my recollection, exactly as described, with no more to add that I know of..."
(end of relevant testimony to this link)