How Police Missed the Grindr Killer

This programme contains some strong language

and scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.

In the summer of 2014, this church graveyard in east London

became the dumping ground for the victims

of gay date rape serial killer Stephen Port.

His murder and rape spree lasted over a year,

before he was finally brought to justice.

This is the story of how police repeatedly let the killer

slip through their fingers.

Stephen Port took Jack's life, but they let that happen.

As far as we're concerned, they're just as guilty as him

and we have to live with that for the rest of our lives.

On the 19th of June 2014, Stephen Port called the emergency services

claiming he had discovered a man collapsed

outside a block of flats in east London.

He was lying.

Port had date-raped and murdered 23-year-old Anthony Walgate,

and dumped the body outside his own front door.

When the emergency services arrived at Cooke Street,

they found the body of Anthony Walgate.

The police constable who attended the scene believed the death

was suspicious and noted...

After questioning Port,

Barking and Dagenham officers accepted his claim that he had found

the body outside his front door when he returned from a night shift.

I had this book made to put some special photos in of Anthony.

These pictures do reflect his personality.

He was always the life and soul of the party.

He was always one that wanted to make people laugh.

They make me smile, because these are my favourite pictures of all.

He really did have a zest for life.

He just threw himself into everything he did.

I've no doubt he would have succeeded in what he did,

because he had such passion, such drive to do it.

But that's been taken away from him.

When I first received the news about Anthony,

I was on holiday in Turkey at the time. My phone was turned off,

so I turned my phone back on on the Sunday evening

and received hundreds of missed calls, text messages,

so I rang Paul, my other son,

who then told me that Anthony had been found dead in the street.

I just literally went into shock, there and then.

I don't even remember the flight home or anything about it.

It was awful.

When I rang Barking and Dagenham Police,

the first initial contact was, Anthony's been found dead in the street.

So I said, "Was he shot?

"Was he stabbed? You know, had he been beaten up?"

"We don't know."

And at that moment, they weren't treating it as suspicious.

So I said, "Well, it is suspicious."

I said, "You found him dead in the street.

"He hasn't been beaten up, he hasn't been stabbed, he hasn't been shot, anything. Something's not right.

"Where's his phone? Why don't you track his phone?"

"No, it's too expensive."

They refused to ever investigate it from the very beginning.

Right. This is what's left of Anthony's property.

His whole life. I've been waiting two-and-a-half years for all this

stuff to come back. Police took it from his room after he'd died

and put it into storage.

Because they've been stored so long, all the clothes are mouldy.

So I'm trying to salvage what I can.

This is the saddest thing, it's been broken.

Anthony loved it.

It's quite sad looking at that.

Not a lot for somebody's life, is it?

This is a lot of his designs,

his bits of fabric that he was working with.

Anthony was studying fashion and design at Middlesex University.

All he ever wanted to do was be a famous fashion designer,

for everybody to know his name.

That's all he ever wanted.

He wanted to be... You're upsetting me now.

He did get fame, but for all the wrong reasons.

A week after Anthony's death, police received dramatic new evidence.

One of his friends revealed that Anthony had hooked up with Stephen Port

via a male escort website called Sleepyboy,

a couple of days before his body was found.

Port was then arrested on suspicion of perverting the course of justice,

for lying to police about not knowing Anthony.

After changing his story, Port admitted he had hired Anthony as an escort

for the night, but insisted Anthony had died

from a self-inflicted drugs overdose.

Stephen Port was saying that when Anthony got there he had taken GHB

and then, an hour or two later, he'd gone back into the bathroom

and taken more GHB,

at which time, he was violently ill.

Stephen Port had then said that Anthony had gone to sleep

and he went to work and left him for eight hours

while he went and did his shift.

So then Port said he came back from work and found Anthony dead,

so he panicked and carried him outside.

So I'd said to the liaison officer,

"Why would you leave a total stranger that you've never met before, in your flat, in bed?"

I said, "You just wouldn't do... You wouldn't do it."

"Well, he did."

After Port was arrested for lying to police,

they took samples of his DNA.

He was released on bail and later discounted as a murder suspect.

Every single time I tried ringing the police, I kept saying to them,

"Have you found anything else out?

"Have you done any more investigating?

"Have you looked at Anthony's computer?"

Because I had Anthony's computer.

They took Port's computer at the same time

and wouldn't look at either of them.

"Why would we do that? It's too expensive."

It was a total and utter open-and-shut case to them.

If police had looked through Port's computer, they would have found vital

evidence. Immediately before he accessed Anthony's escort profile on

Sleepyboy, Port did several disturbing online searches.

These included date rape drug,

unconscious boys rape videos, boys being drug raped,

unconscious porn videos.

In the early hours of the next day,

Port messaged Anthony to arrange a meet-up.

It makes me feel absolutely furious that they would never entertain the

idea that Stephen Port had anything to do with his death.

If maybe they'd listened to me in the first place and investigated it,

any investigation whatsoever, three more young boys would still be alive.

Stephen Port was born in 1975 in Southend,

then his family moved to Dagenham in east London.

Bullied at school, he was a loner who went on to become a chef.

In 2005, Ryan Edwards got to know Stephen Port as a neighbour.

So I used to live there, where the blue chairs are on the first floor,

so diagonally opposite to Stephen's flat here.

So I had a good view, actually, there, of wherever he was out

with, normally, young men on the ground floor.

Stephen's appetite for men was extremely high.

It was almost like an insatiable thirst, because it was, literally,

one after another, after another, after another.

Port was regularly meeting young men through gay dating and escort sites.

He had multiple profiles and used a variety of fake names.

Stephen's type was, in gay terms, a twink,

which is, you know, a young, slim, gay guy.

Sometimes, effeminate.

The chaps that Stephen would date would be sort of 16, 17, 18

and almost a bit vulnerable types.

Stephen did have a peculiar, childlike personality.

There was one time when it was coming up to one of my parties

and I found an old, disused toy truck.

I gave him the toy truck as a present and so it was a bizarre sight.

There was a party happening, Stephen was sat on the floor, cross-legged

and pushing the toy truck up and down the floor.

Again, like a world of his own.

Just like a child would play with a toy. It was very, very bizarre to see.

Ryan detected a darker side to his neighbour

when he dropped into Port's flat

one afternoon for coffee a little unexpectedly.

Stephen took ages to get to the door

and he sort of shuffled up and opened the door,

and he looked absolutely dreadful,

like he hadn't slept a wink.

His eyes were red raw

and he was very... Almost slurring his speech.

As I sat down, I was completely shocked,

because on the coffee table was a massive clear plastic container

that actually filled the whole circumference of the coffee table

and it was full of vials of clear liquid and sachets of white powder.

I was completely taken aback.

There were dozens and dozens of clear bags of white powder

and, again, dozens of these vials of clear liquid.

It really disturbed me, because...

it was a huge... It was obviously a huge amount of drugs,

far beyond personal use for someone.

So, you know, what on earth was he doing with them?

When Ryan met some of Port's boyfriends,

they revealed the violent and abusive character.

On this one occasion I asked, "Why? What happened?"

And he said, "Stephen had pushed me into a TV and I cut my head."

There was another time where one of the boyfriends said that Stephen had

actually been violent to him.

I did see a trend towards the later years,

the issues the boyfriends were describing to me seemed more sinister.

In the summer of 2014,

just two months after killing his first victim, Port struck again.

22-year-old Slovakian Gabriel Kovari moved to London in June

and began looking online for a room to rent.

I met Gabriel online.

He had a profile on a kind of

gay social networking stroke dating site

and because I had this spare room, I agreed to meet him.

He was Slovakian.

He was very smart, very sweet-natured.

After six weeks in John's spare room Gabriel announced he was leaving.

I didn't kind of pry into what he was doing

and who he was going to meet.

I know he went and met one guy via, you know, a dating app.

I regret...

not having asked more questions about where he was going...

..who he was going to stay with.

The guy Gabriel was moving in with was Stephen Port,

who soon introduced his new flatmate to his neighbour.

It was a normal text from Stephen, you know,

"Come over and see my Slovakian twink flatmate."

So I went round there and met Gabriel.

Stephen wasn't there and he struck me as a really nice, articulate chap

and so after that first meeting, we kept in touch.

When Ryan texted Port to say how nice he thought Gabriel was,

Port replied saying he was "taking good care of him, hehe".

Within days, Ryan noticed Gabriel's sudden disappearance.

Suddenly communication stopped.

And I thought that was odd,

and so I picked it up with Stephen, actually via text message, you know,

"Oh, have you heard from Gabriel?"

Stephen was then texting me various things saying that, you know,

he wasn't sure where Gabriel was,

that he thinks he's left to stay with an army guy.

And then I got - a bolt out of the blue - a text from Stephen,

a long text, saying, "I've got some really sad news, neighbour,

"but Gabriel has gone back home and he's picked up a mysterious illness

"and he's died.

"Whatever you do, please don't mention this on Facebook,

"to the friends and family, because obviously, they're upset enough as it is."

Port had killed Gabriel with a fatal dose of chem sex drug GHB,

then somehow moved his body without being spotted a few hundred metres

away to a nearby church graveyard.

I like coming here.

It's such a quiet area, this churchyard.

I've walked the dogs through the gate and

as I've come through here,

I've looked up

and I could see what I thought was someone asleep,

leaning up against the wall.

He was wearing dark glasses, but they weren't on his face properly.

I went up to him and touched a bit of bare skin.

The skin I felt was cold.

He was almost semi-clothed in the sense his clothes were up here,

up towards his chest area.

It did look highly suspicious.

He couldn't have clothed himself

in that way.

He must have been placed there.

I just thought the whole scenario didn't look right.

The police suspected that Gabriel had died from a self-inflicted drugs overdose

and the death was not treated as suspicious.

They tracked down Gabriel's recent address.

Less than a week after he'd left,

I was working from home

and four police turn up at my door

and they tell me that he's been found dead in a cemetery.

And after that, it's a bit of a blur.

So you're not just dealing with the fact that your friend has died,

it's the horrific circumstances and this...

mystery and, I guess, that was why I felt compelled,

even at that early stage, to understand and know what happened.

Many questions remained unanswered about his friend's death,

so John decided to do a little investigating of his own.

I typed in "unexplained deaths Barking",

and this link came up,

which is about two-and-a-half to three months before Gabriel was found.

"Man dies in unexplained circumstances in Barking.

"Police are appealing for information after a man died

"in unexplained circumstances on Cooke Street."

So, then, what I did was I typed "Cooke Street" into Google Maps.

So there's Cooke Street and there is St Margaret's churchyard.

It's like a stone's throw. A couple of blocks away.

That's too close. They're two similar

young men, found dead in the same circumstances

that close, mere streets away.

It made me suspicious.

It seemed suspicious.

Barking and Dagenham Police did not link the deaths of the two gay young men.

No public warnings were issued to Barking's gay community.

At the time of Gabriel's death, I didn't hear anything about it in the

local community,

so the information I had on my phone, that crucial evidence,

stayed on my phone.

Had the police even made any kind of outreach to the LGBT community,

then local people, like myself, would've been aware and we could've

gone straight to the police with the information we knew,

and people's lives could've been saved.

Just a week after murdering his second victim, Port used one of his

profiles on the gay dating site Fit Lads to contact 21-year-old

Daniel Whitworth.

On the 3rd of September 2014,

Port suggested they meet for a drink before dinner at his flat,

"Just so you can get to know me a bit, so you know I'm not some psycho."

It was about three weeks later, I'm coming through this gate

and I've seen what looked like another young man lying in exactly the same spot, virtually.

And I thought, "No, I don't believe this."

I thought, "Please, God, don't let this be another body."

I thought, "I don't believe it, it can't be."

This body was placed in exactly the same position as the previous one.

Again, I was thinking, "What made him sort of want to sit in the same,

"you know, L-shaped position?"

This was very suspicious to my way of thinking.

Well, anybody would've thought it was suspicious.

Barking and Dagenham Police,

I don't really think they know what they're doing, quite honestly.

They're nothing better than the Keystone Cops.

After drugging, raping and murdering Daniel Whitworth, Port had planted

a fake suicide note on his body.

It suggested that Daniel had been in a relationship with Gabriel Kovari,

the previous young man to die,

and that they had been using GHB,

and Gabriel accidentally overdosed and died.

Now Daniel was taking his own life out of remorse.

We were just going about our usual routine

and there was a knock at the door,

and there were two policemen

who immediately removed their hats

and held their hats in front of them.

And I thought...

"Oh, my God."

They said they were sorry to inform us that somebody who matched

Daniel's description was found in Barking

and they were very sorry, but it looked like he'd taken his own life.

And...I turned away,

I turned my face from them and I could feel the tears

and I gave way to them.

They said they'd found a suicide note

and he was just found, peacefully, underneath a tree.

We were led to believe it was a drug overdose.

We were extremely confused, because Daniel was quite a happy lad,

everything was going his way,

it just didn't seem to make any sense.

I've used this box since the death of Daniel,

basically, to keep everything in -

photographs and...

things.

He did have his whole life ahead of him.

Adam raised Daniel by himself.

He was his only child, yeah.

He was the apple of his eye.

I mean, I'm Daniel's stepmother and I love him dearly,

but I can't...

begin to imagine...

Sorry.

There are no words.

The pathologist who examined Daniel's body noted there was...

Police did not treat the death as suspicious

and focused on Daniel's apparent suicide note.

Mandy says the police asked them to verify it was Daniel's handwriting.

Police sent us the bottom half, not even the bottom half,

but the goodbye part of the suicide note via e-mail

and we couldn't be sure,

because we hadn't seen his handwriting on a regular basis.

We used modern technology to communicate.

This is one of the last birthday cards I got from the boys,

which is in Daniel's handwriting.

This was really all we had to compare the note to.

We did say that we couldn't be sure

and they did say that they had experts in the field to look at this

handwriting, so that it could be analysed,

and that's exactly what we thought was happening.

Later, Mandy and Daniel's father Adam saw the whole suicide note.

It was so cold...

and to the point and matter-of-fact, and Adam voiced this immediately,

almost immediately,

said, "There is nothing here

"that tells me this is Daniel.

"Absolutely nothing."

It also said, you know, "Don't blame the guy I was with last night."

And so one of our first questions was

"who is this man that he's mentioning?

"Who was he with last night?"

And he said, "We don't know.

"We may never know.

"We won't know the answer to everything."

In retrospect, I don't believe they were looking for the answers.

If they were looking, they wouldn't have had to have looked very far.

The links were there.

The links were there.

Gabriel's friend John Pape

grew even more suspicious when he heard about the third death of a young man in the area.

It may have been mild paranoia,

but at the time I was thinking, "You've got

"now three young men turning up dead in the same area in Barking.

"There's something very wrong going on here."

And because I knew Gabriel, I started to worry that I might be in danger

and so I called the detective from Barking and Dagenham.

And I said, "If this is murder, you have to tell me,

"because I'm concerned for my own safety."

I suppose my thoughts ran to, "Are these young men being murdered?"

And I was assured that it wasn't murder.

During this period, Port tried to bolster his cover story.

Using a false Facebook profile, he posed as Jon Luck,

a 21-year-old former gay porn star from California,

now living in Dagenham.

He claimed to have known Gabriel

and began spreading stories about Gabriel and Daniel's involvement in

dangerous chem sex orgies.

This person is saying that Gabriel and Daniel were together

at a party in Barking.

Essentially, a drug-fuelled orgy.

So he says, "Young guys, loads of drugs provided by older guys.

"They take advantage of the young ones when they are passed out.

"One collapsed and when he woke up, one was fucking him.

"They say these parties last three days, nonstop,

"they give them shots with dope inside and coke."

Obviously, the first port of call is to go to the detectives at Barking

and Dagenham, and, immediately, I ran into that brick wall.

"You're not next of kin, there's nothing we can tell you."

But the point is, I was trying to engage with them,

because I felt that maybe I had information about Gabriel's final movements.

And they said that they would speak with their superior officer

and get back to me, and they never did.

John Pape then contacted gay online news site Pink News and Galop,

an LGBT support group with close links to the police.

Both organisations approached Barking and Dagenham Police to highlight John's concerns.

Galop called the police and they said, "We've got a guy

"and he thinks he's got relevant information.

"He thinks that possibly Gabriel and Daniel were at the same chem sex

"party. Do you want to speak to him?"

And the police said no

and also that these deaths are not suspicious.

On the 23rd of June 2015, Daniel Whitworth's parents were summoned to the

inquest into his death.

They were confused to learn that the police had recorded that they,

the Whitworths, had identified the handwriting on the suicide note as Daniel's.

More surprises were to follow.

The coroner asked the detective whether this handwriting had been properly analysed

and he responded that, you know,

they'd taken it back to the police station and had a look.

It was such a shock,

because they said that they were going to get this handwriting

expertly analysed by a handwriting specialist

and they didn't do it. They quite simply didn't do it and if they had,

they would've known pretty early on that that was not Daniel's handwriting

and they were then looking at murder.

And before you know it,

they're asking the detective in charge about a blue bedsheet that

Daniel was found on that we knew nothing about.

The coroner did ask the inspector in charge had they done any DNA testing

on the bedsheet, to which he replied that he hadn't.

And when he was asked why

they hadn't done any DNA testing on the bedsheet, he said

they didn't feel the need to scrutinise this bedsheet,

because he didn't think there was anybody else involved at that time.

The DNA on the bedsheet would most likely have matched with Stephen

Port's DNA, which was already on the police database.

And then, we hear that he was bruised under the arms.

The coroner said that there was bruising found under Daniel's arms

and across his chest,

which suggested he had been manhandled.

And so there we had it.

We had our third-party involvement.

There was no way this was a suicide.

He was taken there.

He was taken there.

The coroner recorded an open verdict,

concluding that third-party involvement could not be ruled out.

At the end, we came out and I specifically said to the liaison, "You know,

"we've been given an open verdict, can we now reopen this?

"Can we carry on with investigations?

"Because there's a lot that we've heard in there today,"

and they actually said, "No, that's it.

"It's an open verdict

"and that doesn't mean that we can carry on with it.

"That is the conclusion of Daniel's death."

"That's your lot, live with it,"

was the attitude.

I just think that we were hurried along

to get a line drawn under this

and it's left another family, another family besides ours,

and Gabriel's family, and Anthony's family,

in this awful, awful position.

That's a huge mistake.

In early 2015, Stephen Port was convicted of perverting the course

of justice during the investigation into Anthony Walgate's death.

He was sentenced to four months in prison,

but was released two months early on licence.

On the 13th of September, on gay dating app Grindr,

he exchanged messages with 25-year-old Jack Taylor.

Jack was lovely.

He was a beautiful person.

He was funny, very considerate.

He was like a big brother to me and Jen,

even though he was our younger brother. He looked out for us.

I just remember his smile, his laugh

and just the way he was in general -

happy, caring.

There will always be a hole...

now that he's gone.

Always.

Jack went out on the Saturday evening to visit friends.

He had a few drinks with people

that he would normally have had a drink with.

He didn't come home Sunday night.

We then started to think there was something a little bit odd

and then, come Monday, as I come out of college, Mum had rung me.

And then, whilst I'm on the phone to her,

the police had pulled up outside

and they came in and asked Mum and Dad if they was Jack's mum and dad.

So, they've obviously said yes and they said, "Your son's dead."

It was as simple as that.

"Jack's dead."

And, obviously, I heard the scream from Mum

and...

I just slid down my fridge, onto my floor

and just sat there crying.

It's like you was living in a nightmare at that point...

..waiting for somebody to say it wasn't true.

Police told the family Jack was found in a park, next to a churchyard

in Barking having died of a drugs overdose.

They'd said that there was a syringe found in Jack's pocket

and a powder in his wallet.

They said that the coroner had also found a needle mark in Jack's arm.

Well, straightaway, our immediate thoughts were,

"Jack wouldn't have done drugs."

He was anti-drugs,

so something wasn't right.

Nearly two weeks after Jack's death,

his sisters say they contacted Barking

and Dagenham Police for an update on their investigation.

Me and my sister were just blown away to find out that

nothing had been done for 11 days.

No investigation.

It was just a case of Jack had just gone and sat there,

done an overdose and that was that.

Unhappy with the police's investigation, Donna and Jen began their own detective work.

I'll just put these ones here,

because these are about Jack and his needle mark and arm...

Jack's last steps on Friday night

and Saturday night.

'Me and my sister, Jen, we sat up till four,

'five every morning after Jack died

'and what we'd do is we'd get pieces of paper

'and we'd put things around the outside, like a jigsaw puzzle,

'to see what bit fitted with what.'

We did a lot of research on the internet and we come across,

obviously, the other boys that had been found in Barking.

This one is when we found Gabriel and Daniel online.

That was the third boy that passed away.

It did all look suspicious to us.

The three young boys, all in their 20s, all found around the same area.

They all had GHB.

It really did seem suspicious to us.

Me and my sister questioned the police a few times about these other boys

and Jack, and we'd said about, you know, "Could there be a connection?"

They'd said no.

The Taylor sisters say they continued to raise questions with the police

and as a result, officers eventually agreed to show them where Jack's body was found.

We just walked out the train station, didn't we?

And they were both waiting for us, the two police officers,

and when we arrived, they told us that they had CCTV footage of Jack

meeting a man.

We were really shocked, because, obviously,

this is 14 days after Jack's died,

so we wasn't aware that there was any CCTV.

The man in the CCTV footage was Stephen Port,

captured here on his way to meet Jack Taylor.

We was expecting them to say, "Right, we know who this man is,

"we've already asked him, you know, questions regarding when he met Jack, where did they go."

And when they said no, we was really shocked.

It was shocking, just how much they wasn't bothered about who that man was.

Jack meets a man at Barking Station

and then they've got footage of him walking through a particular route.

According to his sisters,

police claimed that Jack and this man then parted company.

The police had said that they'd got Jack with this man,

walking through this area, together, up until this point.

And then they'd said that they lose the man

and then Jack's alone. And then they'd said that Jack goes straight ahead, on his own.

Towards the green, where Jack was found dead.

Which, to us, just didn't feel right, did it?

-No.

-It just didn't sit right.

They told us that Jack was found just sitting, leaning against the wall there.

Just around about here, wasn't it?

It's just awful to think that...

this is where he was.

The fact how dirty it is.

Look how dirty it is. He just wouldn't have sat here, would he?

We just knew something was wrong.

For whatever reason, he wouldn't have walked through the green.

He definitely wouldn't have sat here on his own, in the pitch-black.

He didn't do drugs anyway,

let alone sit here and inject himself. It was just...

you know, the whole situation didn't make sense, not for Jack.

Convinced the police were wrong about their brother walking alone

into the park, Donna and Jen returned to the last known point where CCTV had

captured Jack with the man.

We said again and again and again, "Could he have gone left?"

And they'd said no. "No, definitely not."

Shortly after, a sergeant came on the scene

and we explained everything to him.

The sergeant said he would go and have a look.

He got back to us and he said that we were right.

Jack turned left, that wasn't Jack that walked into that green area.

There was never any footage of Jack on his own.

He was always with this man.

Jack's sisters wanted the police to release an image of the man to the

public to try and get an identification,

but they say the police were initially reluctant.

When they were saying things like,

"Because it's non-suspicious, we don't normally release footage,"

it really upset us, because this is our brother.

And not only that, this is a person.

You know, this is a human being.

So me and Jen said, "Well, we want it released,

"because we want to know who this man is."

You know, he's with our brother and we want to know, who is he?

Because he would know what had happened to our Jack. He could know.

They eventually released the footage of Jack meeting the man at Barking

Station and two days later, a man was arrested.

On the 15th of October 2015, 16 months after the death of his first

victim, Stephen Port was finally arrested for the murders of four young men.

The Met Police moved the case from Barking and Dagenham to a specialist homicide unit.

A year later, the families of the victims finally saw Stephen Port brought to justice.

Port was found guilty of murdering four young men and of drugging

or sexually assaulting a further seven.

He was ordered to spend the rest of his life behind bars.

The loved ones of Port's victims have been left to deal with the catalogue of police failings.

Stephen Port, he is a liar.

And yet, the police continually believed him.

It made me furious, absolutely furious.

They didn't want to investigate it

and it was just easy enough to believe him.

Perverting the course of justice - job done. Case closed.

I truly do believe that the Barking and Dagenham Police that investigated

Anthony's death and the others are homophobic.

I genuinely believe if Anthony had been a girl, left outside, like trash

that they would've put more effort into it.

A lot more effort into it.

But as they were all young gay boys, they didn't.

They did nothing.

Stephen Port took Jack's life.

But they let that happen.

As far as we're concerned, they're just as guilty as him.

They should be held accountable for his death,

because they could have prevented it

and we have to live with that for the rest of our lives.

I don't think they cared at all.

They couldn't have.

For 15 months we believed Daniel had taken his own life.

We were going to suicide organisations for help.

And then...suddenly, you're told...

quite matter-of-factly...

it appears to be a murder.

How can I put into words how let down I feel by an establishment...

that is there to protect the community?

I can't.