Sammy Bell

My Daddy was not only murdered, his car and body were set on fire. What sort of animals would do that to a human being? I wouldn’t do it to a dog.

My Daddy was an innocent Taxi driver. On the night he was brutally murdered he collected a fare from his taxi depot, they said they were going to the Broadway Road, although how my Daddy ended up in Thompson’s Lane, off the Glencairn Road, at 12.00 midnight, we do not know. My Daddy’s body was found at 7.30am the following morning by a man out walking his dog, the man said he thought it was a dummy; this just goes to show you what my Daddy looked like.

They took my Daddy out of his taxi, shot him, and they lay him on the ground beside his taxi, they then set fire to the taxi and my Daddy. The least they could have done would be to have moved his body from the burning car, but these animals choose to leave his body so they could hide the evidence. Even the souls of his feet were burnt.

How could you do that to another Human Being? How can these animals sleep at night in their beds, let alone walk the streets, from my Daddy was murdered, as I seen his body in the Mortuary. I was told by the Undertaker not to go in to the room, but I just wanted to see my Daddy one last time, however I do regret seeing his body, which looked like burnt toast, this is the only way I can describe it. I will never forget that moment.

But I would like these scum bags to serve life in prison for what they have done to me and my family, they deserve everything they get, as I know my Daddy loved his taxi and would have fought to save it.

He lived for his job as a taxi driver and wouldn’t have harmed a fly. My Daddy would have talked to anyone and helped anyone, that is the only way to describe him, and he did not deserve to be murdered in such a brutal way. I will never forgive or forget these animals until my dying day, but I would like to see justice be done.

No one has ever admitted responsibility for the murder, but I know in my heart it was the UVF, they are too cowardly to admit it, they are nothing but dirt to me.

In Loving memory
From your daughter Geraldine