Is this why Tatler 'It Girl' turned baby killer Constance Marten's life spun out of control? The months she spent living with an African church - where nudity was enforced and the pastor accused of multiple rapes
And yet it's the months she spent in the bustling Nigerian capital that many believe hold the key to understanding how this privileged young woman's life spiralled so disastrously out of control.
Turn the clock back to 2006, and the then teenage Marten found herself living in a 12-storey compound in Africa's biggest city. It was home to a religious group ruled by evangelical pastor Temitope Balogun 'TB' Joshua – known to followers as 'The Prophet'.
Ten years ago, allegations emerged against Joshua and his Synagogue Church of All Nations, known as SCOAN. Since his death in June 2021 aged 57, they have multiplied.
Along with accusations of psychological torture and physical abuse, a number of former female 'disciples' have claimed he repeatedly sexually assaulted and raped them – forcing some to have abortions.
As the Mail reveals today, Marten went there with her mother, Virginie de Selliers, shortly after leaving her £30,000-a-year public school.
'It was made very clear that Constance was being brought to get help – help in the sense that she was rebellious, strong-willed, disobedient,' said a former British member of the church who was present throughout Marten's stay in Nigeria.
Precisely what happened while the 19-year-old was there is unclear. But there's no doubt it affected her deeply. Indeed, she would later say that the experience left her character 'completely broken apart'.
'Constance was very, very badly traumatised by the whole thing,' a family friend said. 'Everyone talks about two Constances – the person she was before she went to Nigeria and the person who came home. She was profoundly and fundamentally changed.'
Another said: 'Put it this way – TB Joshua ruined her life.'
Marten's link to the pastor was revealed by her father during the seven-week manhunt for her and Mark Gordon.
Napier Marten said her time at SCOAN appeared to be the 'trigger' for much of the 'harm' she had suffered in recent years, 'setting up a pattern of behaviour exposing her to easy manipulation'.
The manipulator, according to those close to the family, was Gordon, with whom she had entered an abusive relationship. Giving evidence, Marten claimed that while their time together had its ups and downs, she regarded him as her 'soulmate'.
While living as a disciple at the church, Marten would have referred to Joshua as 'Daddy'.
During the court case, it emerged that her nickname for Gordon was 'Daddy bear'. A coincidence, maybe, but as her fellow former disciple says: 'It is just the classic pattern for people in cults to find themselves going into really negative situations where they have an absolute loyalty to their partner and end up in an abusive relationship.'
So how on earth did the former Tatler 'It' girl find herself caught in the web of charlatan TB Joshua?
For a special episode of the Mail's award-winning The Trial podcast breaking down the Constance Marten verdict, click here
Joshua, a former poultry farm worker turned pastor, founded SCOAN after claiming God had called him to serve during a three-day trance. By 2000, he had established himself as a popular figure among evangelical Christians worldwide.
As well as the 50,000 people who attended his services every week, he went on to run a successful social media network, with millions of viewers on his YouTube channel. His speciality was 'healing' people – anything and everything from cancer to Aids to blindness.
Congregants awed by videos of Joshua's supposed miracles made evangelical churches in Britain fertile recruiting grounds for SCOAN.
Marten and her mother were among them. Described as a devout Christian, Mrs de Selliers had raised her daughter and three sons ever since her husband had left his family.
When not at boarding school, Marten lived with her mother, who became involved with Holy Trinity Brompton, one of Britain's most high-profile evangelical churches. Her daughter attended the church with her from about 2006, as well as its religious summer camps.
While it had no formal links with Holy Trinity, SCOAN relied on foreign support for a steady stream of disciples and financial aid. At the time, Fiona and Gary Tonge were key British followers of TB Joshua and Mrs Tonge recruited British supporters.
A number of those recruited in 2006 are said to have been worshippers at Holy Trinity. The Tonges and Holy Trinity were approached for comment but declined to respond.
'Fiona was keen to get people to go from there to Lagos,' said the source. 'These were called "visits" and were basically pilgrimages for a week at a time.
'I can remember very specifically the time she came with Constance. They stood out like a sore thumb, these really upper-class, white British people. We were told to take extra care of them. And Virginie was quite a presence.'
But while Marten's mother returned home at the end of the visit, Constance stayed on for three months.
'As soon as Constance arrived she started appearing as a visitor inside Joshua's office,' the source said. 'Joshua definitely wanted to recruit her as a disciple from the moment she arrived. She was taken to see him, which are things your average visitor would not get to do.'
One of Joshua's key lieutenants, Bisola Johnson – who would later blow the whistle on the pastor's campaign of abuse – also remembers Marten being brought there by Mrs Tonge.
Speaking from her home in Nigeria, she said Joshua 'used the white people to market his brand'.
The former disciple recalled that Marten struggled to accept the lifestyle, adding: 'She had an independent mind and that didn't go down well... it took quite a lot of suppression to make her conform,' the source said.
Marten would have stayed in an all-female dormitory of up to 100 women, according to the source's experience. Nudity was commonplace. 'If you were going to shower or get changed, you were not permitted to cover up or use a towel for discretion,' said the source.
'You would be reported to Joshua publicly in a disciple meeting if you tried to "hide" your body. So people were literally forced to walk around naked in the room. For many of us, this was an uncomfortable experience.'
Sleep was also restricted to no more than four hours a night.
'She would definitely have undergone sleep deprivation,' the source added. 'If you were found sleeping without permission, you would be punished.'
Any transgressions would be reported by other disciples to TB Joshua for public correction in front of 200 fellow disciples.
'Those corrections were normally quite hard,' said the source. 'They would be embarrassing and crush you inside. And that was the normal life of a disciple – it was literally the tearing down of the person and who they were, to get them to a point of utter submission to TB Joshua.'
Ms Johnson has described her own role in the church, of which she was a member for 14 years until 2008, as effectively 'a spy' and 'a pimp' for Joshua. Many white girls were the target of his depraved desires, she said.
During her time in Lagos, it is claimed Marten was allowed to return home on one occasion, accompanied by a female chaperone from the church. On their return to Nigeria, the chaperone told the other disciples of the Marten family's obvious wealth – including a visit to their 'country cottage' which turned out to be more like a stately home. 'She said it was like being in a Jane Austen novel,' the source recalled.
The reasons for Marten's departure from SCOAN are unclear. Some disciples stayed for more than a decade. Marten would later tell Matthew McNaught, an author who helped expose the sex crimes of TB Joshua in an online blog, that she had effectively been asked to leave the church.
'I believe she had left because she had upset TB Joshua in some way,' Mr McNaught said. 'She was essentially kicked out, or not re-invited. In a funny way, it's harder for those who are in this situation. You've still totally bought into that idea of TB Joshua as a man of God and there was some kind of vision for your life, but you have just failed the mission.'
Upon returning to the UK, it was apparent to those who knew Marten that she had been badly affected by the experience. A friend said: 'She always used to be wild, but also happy, kind and buoyant. She was darker when she came back and she found things more difficult.'
Marten herself was moved to comment on a blog written by another ex-disciple in 2013: 'The outcome of being involved in a cult has huge effects on a person when they escape. Your character is completely broken apart, and it is difficult to explain to others.'
Marten returned gradually to normal life in the years that followed, attending university and training to be a journalist.
She came to speak to Mr McNaught in 2013 after reading his blog. The pair had a long telephone call in which she unburdened herself about her time there. Her said: 'She said after she left, she was struggling for a long time and she was keen to reconnect with some people that had been through similar experiences.'
It was around this time that Marten considered trying to expose Joshua's crimes herself. She pitched an idea for a documentary to Al Jazeera, where she was working as a researcher.
Ms Johnson was among those who Marten asked to help with the documentary, saying she wanted to go undercover and covertly film the church from inside.
But Ms Johnson and others warned Marten against the plan.
'I really feared for her,' she said. 'I told her it will be a very dangerous mission, because TB Joshua would do anything he can to protect his name.'
Joe Hurst, another ex-disciple, also advised Marten not to proceed with the investigation.
But she told Mr Hurst about other strange happenings in her life, such as experiencing 'paranormal activity', which, after a while, got 'out of control' and were 'quite scary'. 'She said it culminated when she was in Starbucks and she collapsed and was just laughing on the floor,' he told the Independent. 'She knew it was a problem, and she was really scared, so she told some church people to pray for her and it stopped after that.'
In the end, the documentary on SCOAN was never made.
And yet, according to those who know Marten, the scars inflicted by her time there never truly healed – and would be reopened by that chance meeting with Gordon. Soon after, she cut off contact with her friends and family.
Having learned about his criminal past, friends and family became deeply worried about what they believed was a controlling and coercive relationship.
It is a point echoed by the former church member.
'She has just gone from one coercive situation to another,' said the source. 'This is what happens when someone doesn't get the help they need. It could have been prevented. It is deeply sad.'
While Mrs de Selliers declined to comment on her or her daughter's involvement with SCOAN, sources say she had become concerned about her daughter during her time there and was involved in ensuring she came home.
A spokesman for SCOAN said: 'We do not know of nor are affiliated with Constance Marten and are unaware of any connection she may have to the Synagogue Church of All Nations.
'All previous allegations against the Synagogue Church of all Nations and TB Joshua are inherently false and deeply troubling.
'We remain steadfast that the ethical and moral values TB Joshua and the church stand for are of the utmost importance and there is no merit behind these claims.'
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The next day, Marten was present, but Fitzgibbon offered a pre-emptive excuse. She was in discomfort from her toothache and had still not been seen by a dentist. Lucraft resisted: they had already lost two days of court time and he was not going to delay again. She would begin her evidence today. Marten, temporarily vanquished, walked to the witness box, clutching files of papers in her arms. In a white shirt, her hair half-clipped back, Marten looked tired and subdued. Fitzgibbon rolled back to the beginning: to Marten's childhood, growing up the eldest of four children of Napier Marten and Virginie de Selliers. (Napier left his family and moved to Australia when Marten was nine years old, and De Selliers remarried.) Marten's upbringing had been financially privileged, she said, but emotionally starved. She'd been sent to boarding school at the age of eight, and felt her family had never been loving. Later, she went to Leeds University, and travelled in India, Nepal and Central America. (She did not, however, mention the evangelical Christian cult in Lagos into which she was drawn after leaving school.) Marten then worked as a nanny in Switzerland and a journalist at Al Jazeera, before briefly attending drama school. She'd already fallen out with her family by the time she met Gordon by chance in a shop in east London in 2014. The shopkeeper had asked Marten to keep an eye on Gordon while she popped out, she said, and Gordon and Marten had bonded over this example of casual racism. Within three years the couple had married informally in Peru. (In the intervening time, Marten gradually stopped communicating with friends.) When they returned to England, Marten said her family had been unwilling to meet Gordon, an attitude she put down to bigotry. Under Fitzgibbon's guidance, Marten's evidence unspooled calmly, punctuated by regular yawns. Once Fitzgibbon began asking about her children, however, an anger began to well in her voice. One of the reasons Marten didn't talk to her family any more was because they had been instrumental in having her four children taken away, she said. Fitzgibbon provided her with photographs of her first two children, copied from her Facebook page. Marten bent over the images, staring at her children's faces. They had been 'stolen by the state', she said. Little, for the prosecution, stood in objection. Marten was treading a dangerous path. If she persisted in talking about the removal of her previous children, he would want to put more detailed evidence from the family courts before the jury. Lucraft tried to warn her that this would not help her case, but Marten seemed unperturbed. 'I think it needs to be re-litigated at some point,' she said, defiantly. As Fitzgibbon led her through the journey across England after Victoria's birth, Marten's yawns became so frequent they took on a campaigning flavour, as if to demonstrate how unfit she was to be in the witness box. By the end of the day, Marten seemed low and snappy towards Fitzgibbon, as if forgetting that he was on her side. The next day, Marten didn't turn up. It felt like a direct challenge to the judge, testing his resolve the way a child tests a parent's boundaries. The trial had become a tussle for control: Lucraft could demand Marten's compliance all he liked, but he couldn't force her to attend. The linear, rule-based system on which a trial depends had met its perfect enemy in Marten, who felt no deference to that system and who seemed to operate in a kind of swirl of impulsivity, knocking logic off its tracks at every turn. When Lucraft entered, Fitzgibbon rose and the two men stared at each other in loaded silence. 'Mr Fitzgibbon,' said Lucraft, eventually. 'Well it's a conundrum isn't it,' said Fitzgibbon. 'There are two possibilities. One is that this is a sham and that she simply doesn't want to come to court. The other is that she's telling the truth and has a debilitating toothache.' Fitzgibbon suggested the judge should lean towards the second option. Lucraft allowed his frustration to flow. He had bent over backwards for Marten already, he said. She was on trial for very serious offences. 'Constance Marten is not running this trial, I am,' he declared, his voice resonating round the room in an uncharacteristically dramatic pronouncement, as if he had to remind himself of his authority. On Monday, Marten was present, but you could tell something was brewing. Shortly into her evidence, she asked if she could have a coffee as she was so tired. The yawns returned in earnest as she argued that the CPS and police should be held responsible for what had happened. If they hadn't launched the manhunt, she and Gordon would never have had to hide in a tent in the first place. When Marten began describing how she'd discovered her daughter's lifeless body, she seemed flat, even disengaged. Fitzgibbon asked her if they had made any attempt to call the police afterwards. 'We were in a state of panic, shock and disbelief,' said Marten, calmly, before hurling a grenade into the proceedings. 'As Mr Smith told the jury last week, Mark has a violent rape conviction,' she said, in a tone so matter of fact it masked the explosive nature of the content. 'My fear was that they would immediately scapegoat him, which is what they usually do.' The court froze, as if not believing what Marten had just said. No one interrupted her, no one objected. Marten, as if disappointed by the lack of reaction, repeated herself: 'He's got a conviction of violent rape.' The judge intervened; the jury was sent out. Joel Smith, Little's junior for the prosecution, leapt to his feet and called Marten's statements a deliberate attempt to sabotage the trial. Femi-Ola argued that the jury would now unavoidably have to be discharged. Marten suggested that she'd done nothing wrong: Smith had already revealed all this to the jury, hadn't he? Lucraft corrected her. No details of Gordon's previous convictions had ever been revealed, only the vague mention of his 'history'. Over the next two days, the trial seemed to waver on the verge of collapse as the barristers worked through the fallout of Marten's revelation. Femi-Ola still wanted the jury discharged but Fitzgibbon, to Marten's audible fury, said he felt the bar hadn't been met in her case. Fitzgibbon and Marten's relationship had often felt strained – his methodical approach at odds with Marten's cavalier tendencies. Now, she stared at him with blatant animosity. Lucraft considered whether the defendants could be separated, with the trial of Marten continuing and Gordon being retried the following year. Gordon, who had been almost entirely silent for the last two months, called from the dock. He couldn't wait another year for a trial, he said in his surprisingly high, soft voice, with its light American accent. 'It's too much for me. I may withdraw the application and not worry about the prejudice.' Sure enough, the following day, Femi-Ola announced that his client wanted to continue. Marten, still apparently incensed by Fitzgibbon, sacked him. Tom Godfrey, his junior, would take over as her lead barrister. In the midst of all this, there was news from the Bronzefield dentist who had seen Marten. She really did have toothache, Lucraft told the court, but had refused treatment. At this, Marten looked triumphant. There was an atmospheric shift as Marten resumed her evidence to Godfrey, her new barrister, on 2 May. Whether she preferred Godfrey's gentler, more emollient approach, or felt a sense of victory over the judge with regards to her tooth, she was suddenly more convincing. Godfrey took her back to the death of Victoria. Marten described what happened in detail, her voice shaking. Victoria's body had been limp, her lips purple. Gordon had tried to do CPR, but nothing worked. Marten was crying now, her hands over her face. She held her baby for hours afterwards, she said, unwilling to let her body go. After that, she said, they stayed in the tent for three days, unable to move from shock. Then followed the weeks of panic, as they tried to subsist on the little food they had, and carried Victoria's body around with them in a Lidl bag. This bag had become totemic in the coverage of the trial last year, a symbol of the couple's apparent neglect. Marten argued it was a vehicle for their grief: they hadn't want to leave their daughter alone and were too weak to bury her. They'd talked about handing themselves in, but didn't because Marten thought she would be branded 'an evil mother who had done it on purpose'. At one point, Gordon suggested they throw themselves in a fire. Marten's panic deepened as she realised how Victoria's death would appear to the police and press. Finally, she reached the end of her evidence. She would now be cross-examined first by Femi-Ola, then the prosecution. 'Thank you, my lord,' Marten said to Lucraft, in a perfect portrayal of deference. 'You have been very, very patient.' In revealing her husband's criminal past, Marten had planted a seed of disorder in the trial that now took root and spread. On 6 May, Femi-Ola rose and told the judge that there had been a breakdown in relations with Gordon: he was not able to continue to defend his client. 'I don't want another barrister,' Gordon declared. 'I'd like to represent myself.' Gordon had been such a quiet presence in court until now, it was easy to forget he was there. He wore the same clothes every day: a blue shirt with a grey long-sleeved T-shirt beneath, and a pink wrap on his head, tied like a durag. To represent himself properly, he told Lucraft, he'd like time to go over the case and read the 600-page Criminal Justice Act. Gordon now had the right to cross-examine all the witnesses, to give evidence himself and to deliver a closing speech in his defence. A man who had spent two decades in American prisons, years in family court proceedings, then two more years in Belmarsh, was going to be heard unfiltered by lawyers who had routinely advised him to say nothing. You could almost see him grow with his sense of mission. A trial is a grave process, but at times it resembles a game. Suddenly, there was a player who didn't know the rules. Lucraft explained to Gordon that he would need to submit all his questions for Marten in advance so that Lucraft could check they were relevant. Gordon wanted three days to prepare. 'I don't have three days, Mr Gordon,' said Lucraft. The trial was already set to overrun. Lucraft worked under pressure of the clock, but time seemed to have no meaning for the defendants, who felt none of the same obligations. Delaying had become one of their powers. Lucraft gave Gordon the afternoon. Gordon complained: he was being rushed, it wasn't fair. 'I think the jury is quite unaware of our case,' he said, with passion. Newly voiced, Gordon began to take issue with various aspects of the proceedings. 'My lord, can I ask a question, please?' 'You can.' 'I was curious with regard to the evidence that has been submitted. The experts – it's not real evidence.' He continued in this vein for some time, until Lucraft intervened. 'If you take a breath for 30 seconds,' he said, then attempted to explain why expert testimony was valid. But Gordon wasn't convinced. Their evidence didn't prove anything. 'You're entitled to that view,' said Lucraft, with tight politeness, as if realising the new force that had been unleashed into his court, 'but you're wrong.' Chaos now seemed to engulf the trial with such regularity that it became the norm. The next day, Marten, having refused to come to court, appeared on a video link from Bronzefield, fizzing with self-righteous fury. 'Your honour, I'm sorry, but there needs to be an independent review into this prison,' she said. 'I'd like to subpoena seven officers.' Ignoring Lucraft's barely concealed fury, she insisted on being told the duty governor's name, as if plotting a campaign. Gordon, meanwhile, told the judge he wanted to ask his wife 150 questions in his cross-examination. After a private afternoon session with Gordon in court, Lucraft whittled these down to 71. Lucraft's perseverance had a stubbornness to it now, as if to prove that the process of the law could not be easily dismantled. The next day, the press benches were full of long-serving crime reporters eager to see something they had never witnessed before in court: a husband cross-examining his wife about the death of their child. Perhaps their exchange would finally shed light on a relationship that had long seemed contradictory. The assumption that it was abusive, given the reported domestic violence incident and Marten's isolation from family and friends, didn't seem to chime with her outspoken fearlessness. (In the family court judgment from 2022, Judge Reardon said she lacked evidence to say that Gordon controlled her and could only conclude that the couple put their relationship before everything else, including their children.) As Gordon questioned Marten about their actions, the couple appeared to perform a kind of double act. Small in-jokes were shared, smiles exchanged. He was the positive one, she was more negative, she said. He was more practical, she was more emotional. Gordon asked Marten repeatedly to explain her state of mind in the weeks leading up to Victoria's death. In response, Marten spoke about being constantly watched and the relief she felt when someone from the CPS confirmed that her parents had employed private investigators. She wasn't paranoid, then: it was true. She hinted at something darker that had happened in her past, not specifying what. 'There are people in my biological family that see me as an embarrassment. They're scared that I'll speak out against them and will stop at nothing to get what they want. Some people from privilege work on a different set of rules,' she said, not seeming to realise the self-implicating resonance of her words. 'They think they're above the law.' At one point, Gordon asked Marten whether the grief she'd felt after having her children taken away had affected her trust in the system. 'I never had any issues with the system,' she replied. 'I never had anything to do with social services until Wales, when I asked for a property.' Growing up as she had, Marten had never had to encounter the system. Privilege allows you to sidestep the state and its services almost completely. But if you have never needed the state, you have never learned its lesson: that once you are in its care, you must accept its oversight. In 2017, when she asked the social worker in Wales for help finding a house, Marten saw the system as something that could give her something she wanted: a purely transactional relationship. In reality, she encountered a set of professionals and services bound by a duty of care, concerned about her welfare and that of her child, and with a right to intervene. The family court judgment, which covered years of social services' involvement with their previous children, described Gordon and Marten avoiding social workers, failing to get standard health checks for their babies, not turning up to family court hearings and not attending multiple contact sessions with their children, who were often left confused and upset by their absence. 'The parents presented as if engaged in battle with a nonexistent enemy,' wrote the family judge, 'and this struggle absorbs the entirety of their attention.' But for Marten, the enemy wasn't nonexistent: it simply changed shape. It was her family first, then social services, police, prison, and now the judiciary. The enemy had become the state. The next day, Smith began his cross-examination for the prosecution in a style that suggested he was unleashing weeks of frustration. 'It's not the first time you've been on trial, is it?' he asked Marten. 'No,' she replied, 'because you decided to retry me because you didn't get the result you wanted.' Smith retaliated fast, and asked her about Victoria's body being kept after her death in the Lidl bag, covered with soil and a beer can, still wearing a dirty nappy. 'If you're going to go down that route,' said Marten, glowering, 'it shows the sort of person you are.' Smith persisted: surely Victoria deserved dignity in death? Marten said that she had organised a funeral for Victoria from prison but hadn't been allowed to go. She'd arranged the songs, the words. 'She was sitting in her own faeces,' said Smith. 'Mr Smith, you really are diabolical,' said Marten. 'I find the way you cross examine me really so uncouth. You really are a heartless human being.' 'Did you cover her up with a beer can?' 'No …' Marten paused, as if knowing she couldn't deny the pictures we had all seen. 'It wasn't because we didn't care.' 'Is that a caring act putting your dead baby in a plastic bag with sandwich wrappers and a beer can?' 'Of course it's not nice. Obviously we weren't going to keep her in a bag like that. We were trying to figure out what to do.' Marten tried to explain that after Victoria died, they were in a state of shock. She no longer saw her body as her daughter, but more like her 'space suit'. Her spirit had gone. Smith moved on, asking about the house in Greenwich which Marten had earlier described making lovely for their children. Smith suggested the court watched a video of the house's interior taken by the landlord. Marten panicked: she'd never seen this video, she said. The jury were sent out and Lucraft said the defence should watch the video before he decided whether the jury should see it. Every screen in court flashed with footage of a house in a terrible state: the kitchen barely visible under dirty dishes, full black bin bags in the corridors, clothes all over the floor, a sense of lives that had unravelled. 'The crown's case is that Ms Marten is an unreliable narrator,' said Smith. Lucraft decided that the video would not be shown – another attempt, it seemed, to shield the defendants from their past. Smith resumed his attack. It didn't last long. By the end of the day, Marten had collapsed in tears. She was at breaking point, she said, and couldn't go on. When Marten arrived in court on 13 May, due to continue cross-examination, she stood in the dock. 'I'm not going to give evidence any more,' she said. 'I've made a decision.' Godfrey, Marten's barrister, turned his head in surprise. After discussion with Marten, Godfrey confirmed her evidence was over. Marten wiped tears from her eyes. She had no fervour today, no imperious fury. It was as if she had realised that the relentless forward motion of the trial would continue whatever she did. The last power she had was a refusal to take part, and now that had been deployed, she sat curled over herself as if crushed. For the previous three weeks, I realised we had been in thrall to Marten, the centrifugal force around which the trial revolved. Now that she had relinquished her hold, it became Gordon's domain. Every day, he dragged a large sack of legal papers into the dock – a sack that became so heavy as the weeks went on that it took him longer and longer to come up to court from the cells. At first, Lucraft appeared to develop an almost paternal working relationship with Gordon, as though he were coaching him in the law. The solicitor helped Gordon draft his questions and these were sent to Lucraft to check. But Gordon kept pressing for more time and resources: he wanted textbooks, a copy, even, of Archbold, Lucraft's own tome. Lucraft made small allowances but Gordon was unhappy, and declared he was going to make an application 'about issues affecting the fairness of this trial'. Three days later, Lucraft read Gordon's complaints aloud to the court. He had not been given enough time or even a desk, he said: the process was unfair. 'These are serious allegations about my conduct,' said Lucraft. 'I will have to give this serious consideration.' Gordon appeared to panic a little. It was just his point of view, he said. This was a serious case and he was representing himself. 'You have chosen to represent yourself,' Lucraft reminded him. Did he want a new barrister? 'I don't want a new barrister,' said Gordon. 'What I would like is materials. If I had the Criminal Justice Act …' At this, Lucraft could not contain himself. 'Do you want three years while you do a law degree?' Lucraft suggested that he would again have to consider discharging the jury in Gordon's case so that he could represent himself in a different trial. Unlike Marten, who seemed to relish opportunities to challenge the judge's authority, Gordon backtracked rapidly: the trial should go ahead, he did not want to proceed with the application and would now give evidence. 'There will be no more disturbances and no more delays,' he promised. 'You are doing everything to make sure this trial is fair. I have no complaints about that. I am content with how you run this trial.' Lucraft brought the jury back in and apologised. 'You've probably had a very frustrating day,' he said. 'You are not the only one.' On 21 May, Lucraft suggested that, in the absence of barristers, he could ask Gordon some simple questions to prompt his evidence. Gordon would then be cross-examined by the prosecution. 'It would be nice to say my piece,' agreed Gordon. For the rest of the day, Gordon spoke freely, retelling their whole story. He began with his childhood, growing up in England before moving to Florida. 'I come from a decent background,' he said. 'My mother was a nurse. She worked very hard and did well for herself. She was a very passionate woman, very empathetic, and always helping other people.' He described challenges in his life, but said he was never underprivileged. His mother had 'showed me empathy and taught me to feel what other people are experiencing. This is important for members of the jury and others observing my actions.' As he talked through the events after Victoria's birth, he kept addressing the jury directly: What you need to know; What I want to tell you; You need to know the truth. Again, he emphasised his and Marten's state of mind. They were deranged, he said, an effect of having their children taken from them. 'We weren't normal,' he said. 'It's like a vacuum, a hole, an emptiness – you can never fill it.' At the back of his mind, he said, he thought they would hand Victoria into social services. He had no problem with the system. 'But it's not a perfect system,' he said. 'I don't want to stand in the Old Bailey with my wife, and with my baby passed. I have to explain myself criminally for the loss of the baby I loved.' Gordon's voice began to tremble with emotion. He swayed in the witness box, his arms gesturing into the air. 'I will never forget the pain, the feeling of picking my baby up.' By now, Gordon was crying. 'We are the ones who have to live with what happened … You have to understand our perspective if you are judging us.' Both Gordon and Marten made this point. You cannot understand someone, Marten liked to say, until you have walked a mile in their shoes. But to truly understand Gordon and Marten would require the kind of long rewinding the judge was so desperate to avoid – not only back to the removal of their previous children, or even to the beginning of their relationship, but to their childhoods. On one side there was English privilege and family acrimony; on the other, violent crime and years in American prisons. Both had grown up fighting authorities – a wealthy family and a criminal justice system – that they believed were working against them. The pattern was set separately and early. When they met it was as if they found common cause in each other: it was them against the world. The mix of their personalities was like nuclear fusion, unleashing a relentless, destructive energy. At the end of Gordon's evidence, Little rose on behalf of the prosecution. Gordon's portrayal of himself as sympathetic had created a false impression of his character, he said. To counter this, the prosecution would like to bring his previous convictions before the jury: not just the American convictions of rape and battery, but his arrest for assaulting a police officer in a hospital in Wales in 2017 after Marten had given birth to their first child, and the reported domestic violence incident in 2019 in which Marten had fallen from a window. Marten had suffered a ruptured spleen and Gordon had not allowed paramedics to enter their property. When the issue arose again the next morning, Marten yelled from the dock. 'It's not true! My husband never laid a finger on me!' Gordon said he would need the day to consider his response, and suggested the prosecution were distorting his words: he'd never claimed to be perfect. It wasn't fair, he said, the refrain sounding more childlike every time he repeated it. If he could take back what he'd said, he would. Lucraft reminded him that once something is said in court it cannot be unsaid. But Gordon persisted: he was without representation; he hadn't realised what he was doing. 'As I've pointed out,' said Lucraft, 'you have chosen to represent yourself. It was not forced upon you, that was your choice.' 'If I was aware that this was how self-representation was conducted,' said Gordon, 'I probably wouldn't have done it.' If Gordon had imagined that representing himself was an opportunity for legal heroics, he was quickly disabused of the idea. When Gordon returned to the witness box on 23 May to be cross-examined by Little, he looked morose. 'That's it,' he said. The court seemed to stop breathing. 'I will answer no questions,' said Gordon. At times, a trial can move with devastating speed. Lucraft ruled that evidence from Gordon's American convictions and the arrest in Wales could be put before the jury. In response, Gordon tried to suggest that he didn't accept the convictions were real or valid, but he was rapidly outmanoeuvred. The prosecution dug up the relevant paperwork that proved his convictions, and Little announced that he was going to call one of the Welsh police officers who'd arrested Gordon in 2017 to give evidence. In the midst of all this, Gordon's solicitor resigned. On 29 May, a police officer came into the witness box. Little led him through the details of Gordon's previous convictions by asking a series of questions, each answered with a simple 'yes'. Did he break into the house of a nextdoor neighbour? Before doing so had he placed a stocking over face to conceal his identity? Was he armed with a knife and hedge clippers? Did he attempt to vaginally rape her? Then did he orally rape her? Did he perform other sexual assault offences? Was that female held against her will for four and a half hours? Gordon was then allowed to cross-examine the officer. 'Are you aware that the American police interviewed a 14-year-old child without parent or adult supervision?' he asked, referring to himself. The officer said he wasn't aware of the circumstances of the case. 'That's why I'm making you aware,' said Gordon. 'That was the case.' When Gordon suggested he had been mistreated and advised to plead guilty, Little tried to intervene. Gordon said he only had one more question. 'Do you know that the American police in the south are racists and prejudiced against people?' 'That is not a question this officer is going to answer,' said Lucraft. The defence closed its case at the end of May. Once, in a hearing for another case, I heard Lucraft joke that he might be running this trial for the rest of his life. But over three months of multiple near-collapses, he had somehow held its fragile structure together. In his directions to the jury, Lucraft told them to ignore the 'numerous delays and disruptions to the smooth running of this trial'. Nor should Gordon's previous convictions and the family court proceedings be seen as support for the prosecution case. If they wished, however, the jury could interpret Gordon and Marten's refusal to be cross-examined as the defendants having no answer to the prosecution case. But the jury could not convict either defendant because of their refusal. In their closing speeches, Little, Gordon and Godfrey stuck to their well-established narratives. Little reminded the jury of the lies which fell from Marten's mouth 'like confetti'. Gordon, over a day and a half of circling oration, suggested that the prosecution's case was like a movie script. 'You will observe where the very keen and eager prosecution has just made things up and filled in the blanks in support of the plot.' Godfrey asked the jury to strip away the noise around the case and concentrate on what happened in the tent. 'How did the baby die? If you faithfully apply the oath to try this case on the basis of the evidence, then the only verdicts are not guilty.' Just after 2.15pm on Monday 14 July, the jury delivered their verdict. Unanimously, they found Marten and Gordon guilty of manslaughter, the most serious charge. Neither Gordon nor Marten stood to hear the verdict, but quietly shook their heads. Marten was heard saying, 'It's a scam.' After the jury left court, Gordon began offering his views, until Lucraft cut him off. Sentencing, he announced, would take place in September. In the hours after the verdict, stories filled the press about the couple. The BBC had tracked down Gordon's 1989 rape victim, who described him as a psychopath. The family court orders were also released in full, revealing how Marten and Gordon could be playful, caring parents when they did turn up to see their children, an observation the judge found difficult to reconcile with their inconsistency. 'Perhaps most hurtful, from the children's point of view, is their parents' baffling lack of commitment to them over the course of these lengthy proceedings and their inability, or unwillingness, to do what needed to be done in order to reclaim them,' wrote the judge. Whatever time Gordon and Marten will now serve in their respective prisons seems tangential to the real pain and damage of this case. A child was born and lived too briefly. On their eventual release, Gordon and Marten will return to lives which are now shattered and yet, while entwined with each other, bound to create further chaos. The law, with all its weight and logic, can impose order temporarily, but it does not have the power to save people from themselves. Listen to our podcasts here and sign up to the long read weekly email here.
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Woman in court after kicking detective in crotch during search of her home
A woman who kicked a detective in the crotch while he was carrying out a search of her home in Co Donegal has appeared in court. Jana Milaniakova appeared at Letterkenny District Court charged with assaulting the Garda at her home on January 2nd, 2024. Advertisement Garda Pauline Doherty gave evidence of the arrest, charge and caution of Milaniakova at Letterkenny Courthouse yesterday. When charged with the offence, the accused woman replied, "I apologise for this charge. I was very frightened." Garda Sergeant Maurice Doyle told the court how the detective had been executing a search warrant at the woman's house when the incident happened. Judge Éiteáin Cunningham asked if the detective was injured following the assault. Sergeant Doyle said there was "initial discomfort" but that the detective did not suffer any long-term issues. The assault charge is Contrary to Section 3 (1) and 3(2) of the Non-Fatal Offences against the Person Act 1997 (as amended by Section 20 of the Criminal Justice (Miscellaneous Provisions Act 2023). Sergeant Doyle added that the Director of Public Prosecutions had decided the incident can be dealt with by way of summary disposal in the District Court. Ms Milaniakova was also charged with the theft of an engagement ring at the Mount Errigal Hotel in Letterkenny on December 29th, 2023. That charge is Contrary to Section 4 of the Criminal Justice (Theft and Fraud Offences) Act, 2001 The case was adjourned to November 10th for hearing.
