WEBMASTER'S NOTE: The following is a deathbed confession of George Harrison concerning some very morbid and disturbing facts about Paul McCartney and the Beatles. Obviously, because of the nature of this information, I cannot reveal my name, nor can I tell you how this written confession landed in my hands. The important thing to note is that George specifically requested that this information be released to the public in time for the real Paul McCartney's birthday on June 18th of this year, the day on which Paul would have been 60...IF he were alive.
Sunday, September 11th, 1966, Evening
Brian and Paul were returning from their trip in good spirits. It had been a wonderful time. After John's notorious phrase which had instigated the storm in the world against the Beatles, everything seemed to be finally returning to normal.
And Paul had had a sudden burst of extraordinary creativity over a very short period of time, and things were looking up.
It had been a typically seasonal rainy day. At a normally quiet intersection, a van suddenly cut across the street, blocking the car Brian and Paul were in. The car didn't quite stop in time and hit the van, but not seriously enough to do any real damage. They expected to discuss what had happened with the occupants of the other vehicle, but instead men dressed in black appeared from the van and grabbed Brian, Paul and one of the girls who happened to be with them at the time and forced them into another car that had turned up in the meantime. The second girl who was with them, however, had the presence of mind to run away.
The morning afterwards, not knowing what had happened, we tried to call Brian and Paul but strangely we couldn't get hold of them. We retraced their steps through our common friends but nobody had seen or heard from them. We were on the telephone all day.
The next day the police phoned to tell us that they had a girl with them confirming that Brian and Paul had been kidnapped. Ringo was the first one to arrive where the kidnapping had taken place; the vehicles were empty. The girl told us what had happened. We began to panic. John became hysterical and we didn't know what to think or what to do. But we were able to suppress the story from the Wednesday newspapers thanks to some acquaintances of ours. We had directly contacted the intelligence service who understood the gravity of the situation and the social ramifications if word got out. They told us that they would take care of everything. All we had to do was to continue our daily routine and keep all our previously appointed business engagements. We waited for the kidnappers to contact us with a ransom demand of some sort. Time passed and nothing happened. As more days passed, our apprehension grew.
It was the stupid bloody Tuesday of the following week when we received the call, but not the one we had been waiting for. We were called out in order to identify Paul's body. At the time John was in Paris and George was in India. They immediately returned home. Paul was found at the foot of a hill, a little distance from a white Volkswagen.
He was in a ghastly state. He had been dead for a while and beasts had begun to eat at him; his lips looked as if they had been torn by some animal. The left side of his face had also been torn to pieces and the whole of his ear had been bitten off. Those wretches had tried to burn him to eliminate the evidence, but only the legs had managed to be burnt before the rain extinguished the fire.
mangled corpse of Paul McCartney
(a frame from the "Free as a Bird" video)
When we arrived there was a line of police officers blocking us while a crowd of men in shirts were retrieving material for further investigation. They were so oblivious to the grief we felt that one of them had the audacity to exclaim right in front of the Paul's dead body: "Look ...it seems like a walrus!"
Well, with his teeth hanging outside of his eaten-up lips and with a shiny swollen ear and dripping wet he really did look like a walrus. John confronted the man who had spoken so insensitively and they began to brawl. He had to be pulled away as he howled: "I.., I am the walrus ..not him, I.., I am the walrus!"
Brian was found, two days later, in a car which had been pushed over a cliff and set alight. We were desperately aware that Paul, Brian and the Beatles were finished. But our anger made us think: we would not stop, we would not give up. Paul had left a lot of material that was yet to be published. We met: nobody had to know and Paul could still be kept alive. The only question was how.
It was announced to the press the Beatles' wished not to play any more concerts and only work in the recording studio, which gave us a bit of breathing space. It was suggested to us from the same intelligence service department what to do: they had in their secret labs at their disposal cosmetic surgeons with the technical skills to recreate perfect doubles but in exchange for their help we had to keep quiet about what had happened; the penalty for refusing to remain silent was death.
We found a look-alike for Brian and a few contenders for Paul but the main problem was to find one with the most similar voice possible. We had to check out a number of imitators (and there were many at that time) and find one with a face compatible with Paul's. We found a boy with a beautiful voice that was able to imitate Paul in a cogent manner but his face presented problems that would not be compliant with the cosmetic surgery needed.
We decided however to use him to complete the songs for the album that was in current preparation so it could be released as quickly as possible in order to divert the suspicions and rumours that had begun to hound us. When we had all but given up the right man was found.
His name was William Sheppard and he had formerly been an Ontario police officer. He was also a musician who was familiar with, and fond of, the music of the Beatles. He had a beautiful voice but the quality of his Paul voice imitation was not as good as that of the boy who had already been working with us; however his face as presented was wonderfully compatible as regards to the profile and jaw, two key factors in determining the correct candidate that the cosmetic surgeons could use.
Despite this, there were a number of differences:
Paul was far-sighted
Bill was near-sighted
Paul had hair that naturally went from left to right
Bill had (has) hair that went naturally from right to left
Paul had a round face
Bill had a long face
Paul was left handed
Bill was right handed
In an irony of fate the "substitutes" had inverted heights: The substitute of Paul was taller and the counterpart of Brian was smaller. For this, they suggested tricks that we were to adopt when we were filmed together.
When Bill was in the police he was nicknamed (playing on his last name) "Sgt.Pepper" because he liked to drink and his nose, a bit rounded, was often red. After plastic surgery John gave Bill the nickname of "Faul". Our introduction to Faul was the national hymn at the start of "All You Need Is Love", and "Sgt.Pepper" was the first album with the photos of Faul even though they needed to be retouched.
This album cover is full of messages. Many of those that you have discovered are true, others are not, others have been badly interpreted.
One of the most important is "Welcome The Rolling Stones" written with blood. We hadn't had news about who it was that had killed Paul and John was sure that his murder had been commissioned by the Rolling Stones as they were well-known as delinquents. The crowd is made up of those that Paul would have wanted at his funeral.
The following facts are true:
In the lowest row of flowers the word "Paul?" is written.
The band had its name changed; they were no longer called "The Beatles" but only "Beatles".
Most effectively in the bass drum there are mirrored words: it's the date of Brian and Paul's disappearance : 1ONE IX (September 11).
The references that you found on the back of the cover are all correct; George points out the last completed song sung by Paul: "She's Leaving Home".
Faul had an older appearance in respect to Paul and so to confuse the issue we all grew beards and mustaches so we would all seem "a bit older". Despite this, Faul wore contact lenses to darken his natural green color eyes. They were quite discreet but someone noticed that something had changed: the surgeons had forgotten to duplicate the small ditching that Paul had on his chin. This was retouched in the photos. Also Faul had to endure other plastic surgery sessions with some improvement although the result still wasn't perfect. The surgeons altered his mouth again: his teeth and his chin were fully rebuilt, his nose was made shorter and thinner, even his hands were reshaped and the cheeks (and chin) had to be increased with time-limited botuline injections when we were in public or when any photos were taken because his face was also a lot thinner than Paul's.
In spite of these operations today's traces of the old scar can still be seen on Faul's chin. The nose does not look the same overall: Faul's is smaller and is not shaped the same. But above all the distance between the eyes is completely different: Paul's were much wider.
And the old Faul - what happened to him? That's right, he's the one in the photo in the left bottom side of the White Album poster. To divert suspicion the photo was mirror printed. Faul slowly learned to play left handed and to sing better.
The counterpart of Brian could not hold up the role for very long: we had to get him out of the picture as quickly as possible while we worked on the legal aspects of how to manage the musical material that Paul had left to us, and so Apple was born. Here also John wanted to leave a strong reference to Paul: for "Apple Corp Ltd" read "A Paul Corp Ltd".
The trip in India was our attempt to put Paul's soul into Faul's body but of course it didn't succeed; yes, I know, it was a crazy idea, but we were almost going out of our heads with grief.
After some time we discovered that it was Brian and NOT Paul who was the main target of the kidnappers.
The game was initially liked by John, but as time went by the memory of Paul replaced his happiness and the idea to not let the Beatles die or allow those who had killed Brian and Paul to win. Without our knowing it, he inserted phrases into the tracks which whispered the truth. He risked wrecking everything but the phrases were replaced in the next copies of the albums. In spite of this John succeeded with a maximum amount of astuteness to publish the "White Album" poster which actually is the "White Book" of the whole matter.
When the material left by Paul was all published John did not find any reason to continue the Beatles, but he didn't want them to fold completely until he had inserted all the clues in the songs so that everything that had happened could be reconstructed.
Also, the end of Faul's role was supposed to coincide with the end of the Beatles but Faul didn't respect the contract that had been made and, feeling he would be strongly protected by the secret service, published his first solo album which had actually been prepared by other musicians. So we were tempted in the last album to reveal the truth but corporate managers and lawyers prevented it. The reference "28IF" on the Volksvagen plate in the "Abbey Road" cover is correct because the album was to suppose to come out a year later than it actually did, but there was a fear that some of the truth would come out prematurely so it was released earlier.
There are references in places other than Beatle albums or songs; there were a few friends in the music business and entertainment industry in general who were aware of our dilemma, and wrote disguised songs of support and condolence, most notably Paul Simon when he wrote "Mrs. Robinson", a poetic ode to Jane Asher, in 1968. Listen closely to the popular music of that era - the musicians of the world (who knew) were sympathetic.
After the Beatles' broke up, John went to America to find Paul's killers. During the second half of 1967 he had discovered they were members of the KKK. After years of personal investigation John was getting close, very close to the truth. He left Yoko and a few months later he was assassinated because he had requested not to have daily body guards with him anymore. At last The Friends were together again forever.
In spite of his betrayal, we should give Faul an immense "thank you", because he sacrificed his life for the Beatles. While this ruse has been financially successful to him, he has felt out of place quite a bit and (let the truth be known) many clues have actually been inserted by him! Unfortunately, after the Beatles, he merely became a puppet in Linda's hands because she wanted to become a rockstar at any cost. But in the end, despite it all, he became a very small McCartney or perhaps slightly better than small.
Dedicated to all those that helped keep this story alive until today.