Transcript
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Tim Harford (0:19)
Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?
Various Characters (e.g., William Bentley, Christopher Craig) (0:22)
You're a good boy.
Tim Harford (0:22)
That's right, dude.
Various Characters (e.g., William Bentley, Christopher Craig) (0:23)
You're a good.
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Tim Harford (0:56)
Pushkin Derek Bentley towered over the guards pacing beside him in the exercise yard of London's Wandsworth Prison. Derek was broader than his warders, too. He was a physically imposing 19 year old with the look of a weightlifter or a boxer. The prisoner's shock of yellow hair, worn long and combed back as was the teen fashion in 1953, danced in the cold winter breeze. Occasionally, smoke from a cigarette would blow back into Derek's eyes, making him wince. But despite his bulk, a visitor to the jail, looking down at the scene and carefully sizing Bentley up, saw something childlike in the convict.
Narrator/Quote Reader (1:53)
In his gray prison clothes, he looked like a schoolboy dressed for some classroom charade.
Tim Harford (1:59)
The prison doctors agreed. Since his arrest the previous November, they had subjected Derek to a battery of tests. The results revealed a low iq, a dearth of literacy skills, and a developmental age not of 19, but but more like that of a child of 11 or 12. The prisoner was deemed to be, in the parlance of the time, borderline feeble minded. In truth, there were many things that Derek Bentley didn't understand. But the most pressing was why he was in prison awaiting execution. He had broken into a warehouse and during the course of that crime, a policeman had been shot dead. But Derek hadn't held the gun and was already under arrest when the fatal shot rang out. The murderer, a 16 year old named Christopher Craig, had been found guilty of the actual killing, but he wasn't going to hang. It all confused Derek Bentley. Why was he the one to die. Derek's family didn't think he should hang either. The trial jury had asked for the death penalty not to be imposed. So there seemed to be hope that the authorities would heed this appeal for clemency. Indeed, so certain were the Bentleys that he'd be freed. They'd wrapped Christmas presents for Derek, a tie and a box of chocolates, and placed them under the family tree. You can open them when you get home, was the implication. But as December gave way to January and the date of his execution drew near, the man who held Derek's fate in his hands, Home Secretary David Maxwell Fife, was in no mood to show leniency. A petition by more than 200 members of parliament, plus protests outside Downing street and government offices and finally Maxwell Fife's own home, hadn't yet prompted the Cabinet minister to change his mind. On the evening before his son's scheduled execution, William Bentley led that noisy rally outside the politicians smart London apartment.
