I grew up in Ashton-under-Lyne in the 1950s and 60s and I was on Ashton market, with my mum, on the day that John Kilbride was taken away. I used to go swimming with John's brother, Terry. I know exactly what the effect was on his family and how his mum never gave up hope that John would come home one day. I know exactly what it was like having those 5 murders, in a very small, insular town and the effect that it had on us children, parents, families of the victims. Because I lived in the area that Brady and Hindley murdered the children, I grew up not being allowed to play out alone; go to the shop on my own; go to my grandma's on my own or walk to and from school on my own. Because my childhood was impacted, to quite a large degree by Brady and Hindley, I feel that I have the right to state that I don't give a damn if he/she/they were mentally ill or not, I'm just glad that the pair of them are dead. John Kilbride's family have never, ever got over his murder, they have never been able to move beyond it. His murder ripped his family apart and the ramifications go on to this day. And I'd imagine that the same is true for the families of Lesley Ann Downey; Keith Bennett; Pauline Readers and Edward Evans.
If there is a hell, I hope that Brady and Hindley are in it.