UPDATE: Robin Harris it turns out was his advisor, not his PPS. His PPS was Sir Brian Cubbon who was permanent secretary to the home office.
Leon Brittan today released a statement about his knowledge of the evidence submitted to him by Geoffrey Dickens MP in 1984:
“As I recall, he came to my room at the Home Office with a substantial bundle of papers. As is normal practice, my Private Secretary would have been present at the meeting.
I told Mr Dickens that I would ensure that the papers were looked at carefully by the Home Office and acted on as necessary.
Following the meeting, I asked my officials to look carefully at the material contained in the papers provided and report back to me if they considered that any action needed to be taken by the Home Office.
In addition I asked my officials to consider a referral to another Government Department, such as the Attorney General’s Department, if that was appropriate.
This was the normal procedure for handling material presented to the Home Secretary. I do not recall being contacted further about these matters by Home Office officials or by Mr Dickens or by anyone else.”
In 1984 it appears his PPS was a chap called Robin Harris, who went on to write a book about his apparent heroine Margaret Thatcher. Mr Harris was a close confidant of Thatcher for years. He was also David Cameron’s first boss. Mr Harris was apparently unaware that Sir Peter Morrison was a paedophile and unaware of the allegations surrounding Margarets own father, which were themselves covered-up.
Harris had this to say on Morrison:
“As a contest with Heseltine was declared, another fatal mistake was made by Thatcher’s team — giving the day-to-day running of her campaign to her Parliamentary aide Peter Morrison.
Conservative MPs constitute the most elusive and mendacious electorate imaginable. To learn their opinions requires reserves of guile. To influence them requires unremitting effort. Peter Morrison had neither.
He had, anyway, been a strange choice as her parliamentary private secretary. The job typically requires someone personally loyal, in touch with parliamentary opinion, a natural gossip who can, when necessary, control his tongue: in vulgar terms, a ‘nark’.
Morrison — whom she had appointed because she felt sorry for him when he proved not to be up to a ministerial career — was indeed loyal and he also quite liked to gossip, at least over a drink. But that was the problem. He not only drank, he was an alcoholic. By lunchtime he was drunk on vodka and tonic.
Even sober he was intellectually incapable, often woozy, sometimes asleep. Perhaps to compensate, he had developed an insistently jovial manner and had convinced himself that any problem could be solved by cheering people up.
From his optimism stemmed complacency, which added to his general inadequacy. He had no judgement, though he prided himself on having it, and so he was constantly surprised by events. And it was on this man that Mrs Thatcher had to rely in her darkest hour.”
So Mr Harris knew Morrison’s character very well it appears. But obviously he didn’t know he liked young boys.
It appears everyone knows everyone but nobody ever knows anything….
If you Google “Leon Brittan Robin harris” you get this:
“Some results may have been removed under data protection law in Europe.“
NOW WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT?
“When Brittan became Chief Secretary to the Treasury, Robin Harris was already a special adviser in the Treasury and he gradually gravitated towards Brittan. On becoming Home Secretary in 1983 Brittan took Harris with him and thought the aide/confidant role was important.”