Although Kincora reads like the tawdriest of black novels, unlike the Putin/Lvova-Belova affair, all of it is true.

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An SIS (Secret Intelligence Service) officer lies from his first day in the Service. It is part of his cover….As the years go by, the lies take over from the truth and morality accepts the other demands which are made on an officer to get the job done. MI6 Chief Anthony Cavendish, cited on page 378.

Kincora, Britain’s Shame: Mountbatten, MI5, the Belfast Boys’ Home Sex Abuse Scandal and the British Cover-up begins by telling us, in the starkest baby English, that Lord Louis Mountbatten, uncle to King Charles, regularly buggered the children of Kincora Boys Home before the IRA blew him to smithereens on 27 August, 1979.

Before proceeding into the meat of the book and the precedent the cover up of this scandal has for the Epstein scandal and the fake charges MI6 have leveled against Russian President Putin and Russian child trsarina Maria Lvova-Belova, it is important to note that though Chris Moore, the author, and Ed Moloney, who wrote the foreword, have excellent track records as investigative journalists going right back to the start of the Irish Troubles, the dogs in the street, myself included, have known all about this scandal for just about as long, and that the powers that be have done nothing to redress them or the child sex scandals of Jimmy Savile and Sir Edward Heath, who remain, even in death, protected species by MI5, whose motto is defende regnum, to defend the realm at all costs..

The Kincora Boys Home was an orphanage in Protestant East Belfast run by Protestant Royalist killers, all of whom were in the pay of MI5, Britain’s domestic intelligence agency and many of whom were, since the 1966 Malvern Street murders, implicated in the murders of Catholic civilians, who were offed as part of Britain’s efforts to bring Ireland to heel.

To criminal outfits like MI5, there are no such things as goodies and baddies. All is information flows which only hold value if they can be leveraged to advance those monsters towards their desired ends of defending their concept of what the Realm is. Thus, the fact that the brother and father of IRA godfather Gerry Adams were, along with Denis Donaldson, his “womanising” right hand man, serial child rapists and MI5 informants, was of consequence only in so far as it could turn the entire IRA into an instrument of perfidious British rule. The fact that those savages sodomised children was not important but, as with Epstein’s targets, the fact that that could be leveraged to defend the Realm was.

As with the Catholic perverts, so also with their Protestant counterparts, who were the very embodiment of Frank Kitson‘s countergangs. The fact that MI5 boss Sir Maurice Oldfield, Lord Mountbatten, Anthony Blunt and lots of Albion’s other top brass liked to bugger boys would have been of no consequence to MI5’s finest if they had not been able to leverage their depravity to further their own warped regnum defenda cause.

Although buggering little boys is, shall we say, not quite cricket, our earlier article about Epstein’s Orgy Island already noted that child rape is barely rated as a venial sin when committed by the high and mighty but it is, of course, dynamite if weaponised against MI6’s Russian enemies, and thus the ridiculous charges of child kidnapping against Putin and Lvova-Belova who, MI6 would have us believe, bathe in the blood of new born babies, a charge that would not have been out of place against those MI5 agents at the centre of this book. Preposterous as those Russophobic charges are, mugs fall for it, even as they ignore the mountains of evidence against MI6, Mossad and the IRA.

Kincora is a different and much darker kettle of fish and Moore, as well as those working with him, are determined that the MI5 perverts, who greenlighted this mass abuse, should be named, shamed and caged.

Moore goes back to the beginning, to the late 1950s, when Kincora opened its doors to a dozen young boys, who were put under the care of Joseph Mains, a prolific Protestant paedophile with no relevant experience or qualifications in child care. Raymond Semple, his number two, was also a part of Belfast’s underground paedophile movement and likewise had no relevant skills, experience, education or aptitude that might have qualified him to take charge of the vulnerable young boys he buggered. All he had was his voracious sexual appetite and a long list of friends in high places who wanted access to the hog heaven of Kincora’s little Belfast boys.

One such friend was William McGrath aka The (aptly named for reasons I will not dwell on) Beast of Kincora, another paedophile who became Kincora’s third employee, who introduced British MPs Ian Paisley, Jim Molyneaux and Sir Knox Cunningham to Hog Heaven and who also ran the Tara Protestant murder gang in cahoots with Oldfield and his other MI5 handlers who now had, in Kincora, a perfect honeytrap even Jeffrey Epstein might have envied.

Although McGrath and the others got light prison sentences when they were eventually flushed out, the core of Moore’s book is trying to flush out the bigger fish MI5 honey trapped in Kincora and, again, Moore goes back to the early 1960s to bring all that to light. He shows how MI5 and MI6 groomed the groomers and used McGrath’s extensive network not only to entrap more vulnerable boys in their vice rings but to slaughter Catholics, and to keep well-placed perverts like Mountbatten happy by allowing them to have their orgies with Kincora’s press ganged charges.

Although Kincora reads like the tawdriest of black novels, unlike the Putin/Lvova-Belova affair, all of it is true. The British secret service not only used the young boys of Kincora Boys Home as sperm buckets for their bosses, for British Royalty and for whoever else they wanted to placate or compromise, but they used the boys’ charges to organise the wholesale slaughter of Irish Catholics as well. If you want to get a grip on how far into the gutter the Epstein networks go, check out Moore’s book as an appetiser.

Not that what has emerged so far is in any way palatable. As well as the unspeakable crimes against children Mountbatten, Oldfield, Blunt, Cunningham and the rest of the Realm’s flunkeys committed, there is the massive MI5 cover up, aided and abetted by the British Parliament and the British judiciary. And that is before we factor in that the British realm has locked away the most incriminating Kincora files until 2085, that the British Realm has conducted seven whitewashing tribunals to further rid their collective memory of this indelible spot on what passes for their character, that MI5 have doctored key evidence and that the 2021 Third Direction case has ruled that MI5, like semi-mythical figure James Bond, has a licence not only to kill but to engage in any form of criminal activity, such as buggering boys, as long as it helps to defend the Realm. Regnum defende but no rectum defende for vulnerable children is their motto.

Though Chris Moore and those he mentions in his acknowledgements have done their duty by tenaciously following this story over the last many decades, others in a position to take up the baton must now step forward to put MI5 where it belongs, which is in the dock. Not only should, for example, the Russian authorities be republishing this work in as many languages as they see fit, but they should be meticulously going through it to expand on its every accusation so that it can throw the whole lot of it back at Perfidious Albion, as a prelude to doing the same with the whole Epstein affair and drowning MI5 in the slurry of their own sleaze.

*Chris Moore, Kincora, Britain’s Shame: Mountbatten, MI5, the Belfast Boys’ Home Sex Abuse Scandal and the British Cover-up Merrion Press Dublin, 2025.