A Plot to Kill: A True Story of Deception, Betrayal, and Murder in a Quiet English Town
By David Wilson

The crime:

Ben Field was a university student working toward a Ph.D. in English while also training to enter the ministry when in 2015 he murdered his then 69-year-old lover, the novelist and former academic Peter Farquhar. He was acquitted of attempting to also murder Farquhar’s elderly neighbour, but pled guilty to charges of fraud and burglary against both of them. He was sentenced to life imprisonment with a minimum term of 36 years.

The book:

If you want to learn about Field’s crimes then this isn’t the book for you. Channel 4 made a documentary on the case as part of the series Catching a Killer that will serve you better in this regard, and there was also a dramatized version of the events in the BBC miniseries The Sixth Commandment. For his part, David Wilson has very little to say about what actually went down, and barely even mentions Ann Moore-Martin, the neighbour, or Field’s friend Martyn Smith, who was accused of being his accomplice (charges he was later cleared of). There was a seventy-seven day trial (which included a whopping twenty-four days of jury deliberation) that Wilson breezes through in under 15 pages. So if you want all those kinds of details you’re out of luck.

This is frustrating. I really liked A Plot to Kill, but I have to register some disappointment at finishing it and not coming away with any clear understanding of what it is Field actually did or how he did it. Leaving that aside . . .

This is the sort of true crime book I normally dig my heels in against. It’s very much written in the first person, as the crime took place in what Wilson considers to be his hometown (Buckingham, or Maids Moreton to be more precise). But Wilson doesn’t make a big deal out of this, and uses it mainly as a way of introducing the question of why the members of a small community didn’t recognize what was going on and try to stage an intervention:

In Maids Moreton and in Buckingham – both the town and the university – no one publicly questioned, or challenged from a professional and ethical standpoint, what a student in his twenties was doing staying in the home of a man in his sixties, who was also at some stage responsible for that student’s instruction and supervision at the university. No one intervened. Perhaps it was discussed in private, but in public people minded their own business and simply got on with their lives.

This is an important point that and it’s one that Wilson worries over. It seems to have been clear that Field was “grooming” Farquhar but this didn’t raise any red flags. “I tried to make sense of how Peter’s murder could have happened in plain sight . . . If nothing escaped our gaze, why didn’t we notice that Peter was being groomed?” Or “Perhaps some did notice Field’s grooming of Peter, but simply chose to ignore what they saw. ‘It was their business,’ I was repeatedly told. That estrangement played a crucial part in how Field manipulated and then controlled Peter and us.”

Wilson goes on:

Should we blame Peter for what happened to him, like some people in Buckingham were keen to do, conveniently removing themselves from shouldering any responsibility? I really don’t think what happened to Peter was his “business,” by which was implied his “fault.” Haven’t we all done things on the spur of the moment, or against our better judgement, especially when we are in love? I know that I have.

Sure. But let’s be realistic. As I’ve pointed out several times already in these True Crime Files, there’s simply no talking to people who are in love. We all know this. This was my takeaway from She Wanted It All and the case of the murder of Steven Beard, whose murder was arranged by his gold-digging younger wife Celeste:

I mentioned how obvious it was – even to Steven, I believe – that Celeste was a gold-digger as well as a nut-job. But even the people around him, including close friends and family, realized it was useless saying anything to him about it. There’s no warning men (or women) in such situations. All you can do is hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

Well, in that case as in this the worst is what happened.

Broadening things out a bit, I don’t think the idea that Farquhar’s personal relationship with Field was nobody’s “business” implies that it was their fault for not stepping in. I think it’s just part of the way we deal with all such matters these days. We get angry at people who are quick to judge others. Why should a huge age gap, or a flaunting of professional boundaries upset you? If someone isn’t doing anything illegal, and the state should be kept out of the bedrooms of the nation anyway, then wouldn’t the good people of Buckingham, even Farquhar’s close friends and family, have been playing nosey neighbours if they’d gotten involved? Then there was the fact that, as Wilson puts it, Farquhar and Field lived in the community without really being part of it. They weren’t isolates, but didn’t seem that well connected either. Throw in that this was a gay relationship (though Field himself seems to have only been playing gay) and one can imagine any well-intentioned inquiries being met with accusations of homophobia or worse.

That said, I don’t want to shy away from the extent that what happened to Farquhar was his fault. Sure he was a lonely old gay man, living with “the fears of dying alone,” and yes Field was an accomplished “snake-talking” seducer, but Farquhar wasn’t a complete fool. And yet Wilson is torn.

Ultimately, I came to realize that I was actually asking the same question about both of these cases [the Maids Moreton murder and a murder Wilson wrote about in a previous book]. Who was responsible for the murder?

From the very outset, I detected that some people felt everything that had happened had simply been Peter’s “business” – by which they meant it was his fault he’d been killed.

After all, it was Peter, they reasoned, who had invited a much younger man to live in his home. Later on, when it became abundantly clear that all was not right with their relationship, Peter had nonetheless remained loyal to his younger partner. Why had Peter not done something when it was obvious, at least from the outside, that the relationship was failing? Wasn’t it inevitable that a young man couldn’t live with an older partner? This wasn’t “normal,” as one person explained it to me. Peter should have kicked Field out of his house and got on with his life.

This is a subtle form of victim-blaming, masked by the politest of concern, all wrapped up in the self-serving belief that they’d been respecting other people’s privacy. It seemed to me like weaponised gentility.

But is it really so bourgeois to respect other people’s privacy, especially in such intimate domestic matters? I would have thought it was close to a commandment in contemporary life. And how should we read that “normal” in scare quotes? Surely the person who expressed that opinion had a point. Personally, I feel a bit the same toward the relationship in this case as I do toward the men and women conned by romance scammers. They have my sympathy, and I respect the ones who come forward in the hopes of warning others by their example, but every time I see them being interviewed, and then look at the (usually fake) profiles of the people who have swindled them, I wonder what they could have been thinking. An obese middle-aged man, twice-divorced, falling for a photo of a girl in a bikini twenty or more years younger than him? A drab middle-aged woman in a dull office job who matches with a millionaire businessman who looks like a cover model from a men’s fitness magazine? A retired English prof seeing a good-looking fellow 35 years younger than him as his salvation from dying alone? Come on, people.

Shifting our gaze, A Plot to Kill also offers some interesting points of departure for thinking about Ben Field, or killers in general. The question I found myself pondering in particular here was this: do corrupt or slack institutions create bad men, or are bad men drawn to such institutions? In the case of Field the latter was clearly in play, as he saw, correctly, academe and the Church as being easily exploitable. Like many opportunists he realized it would be relatively easy to get into a position of trust and authority and then abuse both those perks of office. I still find it surprising how many people express shock at cases of police officers, doctors, or church ministers who turn out to be homicidal psychopaths. Why should psychopaths be less represented in any of these groups than they are in the general population? Indeed, given the advantages arising from their placement within such professions, like being regarded as above suspicion, wouldn’t they be more drawn to them? Wilson has his own thoughts on the subject, introduced by the results of a review made by the Church of England in the light of Field’s conviction even as he was preparing to enter the ministry. A comparison was drawn to the criminal career of Harold Shipman, a British doctor who may have killed as many as 250 people, making him one of the most prolific serial killers in history.

In many respects the review saw Field as someone similar to Harold Shipman, whose criminal career was treated in much the same way by the medical establishment. Killing over two hundred of his overwhelmingly elderly patients didn’t result in fundamental changes to the organization of medicine in this country. Instead, the medical establishment tinkered with the issuing of death certificates and tightened up the regulations related to doctors working in singleton practices. Could it stop someone like Shipman killing again? I think not. And that has essentially been the formal reaction to Field from the Church authorities too. Nothing to see here, they seem to be saying; move along now; don’t worry.

In the same way that we were asked to take comfort from the fact that most doctors are not murderous serial killers, so too we are in effect being assured that most people wanting to become priests don’t have their sights set on killing their parishioners. That’s manifestly true, and so perhaps we really should take comfort from that. However, we also need to acknowledge that the likes of Field and Shipman think very carefully about the weaknesses in the formal structures and the informal cultures of the institutions and professions they want to join, so they can exploit those weaknesses for their own ends. It’s not so important that they are exceptional and unique, but rather the role the very fact of their existence plays in degrading what we know to be true and predictable.

I think this is a point worth reflecting on. It connects with some of the stories Brian Klaas tells in his book Corruptible about how professions and institutions of power, trust, and authority attract some of the worst people in the world. Ben Field was on track to become both a professor and a minister. And he might have got away with it if he hadn’t been so greedy. It is up to these (often “self-regulating”) bodies to police themselves and be on the lookout for those who can identify “the weaknesses in their formal structures and informal cultures.” This is something they do a poor job of, in part because of their desire to defend their special status and privilege. There’s a funny example of this when Wilson pays a fee to get the post-mortem report on Farquhar but receives the run-around before having his request denied. As he concludes, “Denying me an opportunity to scrutinise their processes and procedures . . . allowed the coroner’s office to helpfully maintain their public appearance of infallibility, even though they clearly messed up in this case.” Weak institutions are always against public oversight, precisely to maintain that “public appearance” which gives them their power, influence, and credibility.

Wilson puts some extra spin on this when he comes to describe the University of Buckingham, where Field was studying, as embodying a new model of higher education in tune with the then emerging neoliberal revolution (Margaret Thatcher was an early booster). In this case, the values of the institution itself, if they didn’t “make” Field, were at least a good match for his personality:

I propose that, beyond Field’s personal responsibilities for the crimes he committed, he was influenced by the institution where he studied, and which was founded on the values of individual action and freedom; private entrepreneurship rather than state funding; and a neoliberal world view that prioritised, in the words of the university’s former vice-chancellor, following the market as a means to prosper. Field seems to have internalized these values completely and recognises this himself – he is “vulgarly commercial.” He may have started out as someone who wanted to espouse liberal arts values, but he quickly descended into the murderous equivalent of a vocational school.

Personally, I don’t think the University of Buckingham did much to shape, or “nurture,” Field, but it is an interesting connection to make, and has roots going back to that foundational text of neoliberal psychopathy, Bret Easton Ellis’s American Psycho.

I also don’t think literature or religion meant much, if anything, to Field. From what Wilson offers up, his work seems to have mostly consisted of just tossing the then-current jargon at whatever texts he happened to be reading. “Ergodicity” was the latest buzz word, and I have no idea what it means. In any event, Field wasn’t particularly smart, but he didn’t have to be. What he had to be was ingratiating, which he was. Because the Church, much like the Humanities, is a dying institution ridden with poor morale and ripe for infiltration by grifters, that’s all he needed.

Noted in passing:

This will be a long “noted in passing” section because it took me down a bit of a rabbit hole. It leads into the chief takeaway eventually though.

At the time of his arrest, Field was living with the woman who was supervising his thesis at the University of Buckingham, a professor named Setara Pracha. Was this proper? Wilson registers doubts: “To make an obvious point, it simply isn’t good pedagogic practice to start a relationship with a student that you are supposed to be supervising; frankly, at the very least it is an abuse of power.” What’s more, Field was just coming off being in a relationship with Farquhar, who was also his supervisor, not to mention a man. One would have thought this would raise some red flags with Pracha. If Wilson is surprised no one spoke out about Field dating (or even marrying) Farquhar – “no one publicly questioned, or challenged from a professional and ethical standpoint, what a student in his twenties was doing staying in the home of a man in his sixties” – shouldn’t his new supervisor have at least been put on the alert?

I’m not sure. When I was at university thirty-plus years ago (at the same institution where Pracha received her Master’s) it was an open secret that many of the faculty were in relationships with their students, to the point where I later referred, in print no less, to academia as “a happy-hunting ground” for such types (I think I may have even called them predators). I can’t exaggerate how common this was, and how openly it was flaunted. I think it’s less flaunted today, but just as common. Years after graduating I remember having dinner with someone in the upper reaches of university administration and talking about a then notorious scandal involving a professor who had been caught having an affair with one of his students. The point that came out of our conversation was that there were no rules against such behaviour. It was considered risky, but given that these were consenting adults, the university wasn’t going to sanction them in any way. In other words, what these people were doing may have been stupid, but nobody wanted to come out and say it was wrong.

Apparently Pracha was the third wife of someone named Terry Green, a guy who got rich from creating and providing the voice for an automatic queuing system in use around the world. According to one news report, “Along with car alarms, mobile phones and the ever-increasing roar of traffic, the dulcet tones of a smooth male voice saying, ‘Cashier No 3, please’ is an unavoidable part of the soundscape of modern Britain.” This surprised me a bit, as I had no idea what soundscape this was even referring to. How do you make a fortune out of something that sounds less efficient than just taking a number from a ticket-spitter and waiting until it’s called? This system of “consumer flow management” is apparently ubiquitous in Britain but I’ve never encountered anything like it here. It’s just another thing that makes me think there’s something odd about the British.

Anyway, the reason Green was in the news was because there was some nasty legal fight over his messy divorce from his second wife. Pracha’s involvement came up because she married Green in 1998. He divorced her in 2004. So she was available when Field came calling.

But this is the point I was working my way around to. Leaving the matter of professionalism aside: Pracha was 10 years younger than Green; Field was 44 years younger than Farquhar, and 20 years younger than Pracha. Folks, these age gaps don’t work. I know we can all think of exceptions, but they remain exceptions that prove the rule. You can call it victim-blaming for judging motives in such cases, but I didn’t come away from this book liking any of these people very much.

Takeaways:

Bad people are everywhere. But all too often the people who escape blame are their enablers.

I don’t mean by “enablers” people who look the other way, the ones Wilson criticizes for not getting involved because it wasn’t their business. It is not enough, to use the old line often misattributed to Edmund Burke, that for evil to succeed all that is necessary is for good men to do nothing. Evil needs a hand. Evil needs its suckers, dupes, and people who just want to be in on whatever the scam is because they think there’s something in it for them. Narcissistic psychopaths have a special sense for detecting the smell of weakness, cynicism, and ambition that will make someone useful to them. Such people, while they may not be accomplices, cannot simply be described as collateral victims.

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