Keith Sapsford Hoax (14 year old boy that fell from a plane in 1970)

[pasterno]

Greetings, fellow forum members,

Today, I stumbled upon a X post that led me to delve deeper into Keith Sapsford, a story on a 14 year old kid that run away from home, stowed himself in a plane and fell down. How can you read this and not get extremely suspicious?

This image brings to mind the images of the "9/11 jumpers". For those unfamiliar here's a brief overview of the story: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keith_Sapsford

This story, cinematic in its tragedy, very emotional, lacking facts, involves Keith's family, who appear to be real-life figures who passed away with some more documentation.

Central to this myth is the role of John Gilpin, "an amateur photographer".

John Gilpin, while randomly photographing at the airport, unknowingly captured Keith Sapsford's tragic fall. Hours after Sapsford hid in the plane's wheel compartment, the plane took off, leading to his fatal fall from 200 feet. Charles Sapsford, Keith’s father, expressed his grief, saying, “All my son wanted to do was to see the world,” a poignant reminder of a young boy's unfulfilled dreams.

“All my son wanted to do was to see the world,”

These quotes only happen in theaters and movies...

Analyzing the photo raises questions. Considering the height of a DC8 Plane (12.9 meters) and the average height of a 14-year-old, discrepancies emerge. The photo suggests Keith was about 6 meters tall, a clear exaggeration, casting doubt on the photo's authenticity.



The narrative surrounding this photo has circulated for decades, yet its credibility is extremely questionable. While it's probable that Keith's parents endured a loss, the father’s quoted words, especially in the international press, seem incongruous.

One thing is certain: the photo lacks authenticity.

John Gilpin, allegedly testing a new camera lens, captured Keith Sapsford’s final moments in a grainy, black-and-white photo, marking a tragic chapter in Australian history.

Information on John Gilpin is not to be found, raising further doubts about his existence and the photo's origins.

The evidence strongly suggests that the photo and the narrative around John Gilpin are fabrications.

The aftermath of such an event would be significant, yet details about where Keith fell and its impact are missing. I mean it must we quite a shock, having a kid fall in your backyard.

“All my son wanted to do was to see the world,”

They lie to us, and they have been doing it for a LONG LONG time.

Some more reads (this story get repeated like a musical on broadway1000s of times every year all over the world, just give it a quick google)
https://allthatsinteresting.com/keith-sapsford

[SaiGirl]

Here's the part that screamed "Movie script!" to me.


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It was pure happenstance that amateur photographer John Gilpin was at the same place at the same time. He was simply taking pictures at the airport, hoping one or two would be worthwhile. He didn’t know it at the time, but he would later capture Sapsford’s heartbreaking fall on camera.

It took a few hours for the plane to depart with Sapsford waiting in the compartment. Ultimately, the aircraft did as planned and took off. When the plane reopened its wheel compartment to retract its wheels, Keith Sapsford’s fate was sealed. He fell 200 feet to his death, hitting the ground below.

“All my son wanted to do was to see the world,” his father Charles Sapsford later recalled. “He had itchy feet. His determination to see how the rest of the world lives has cost him his life.”
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Lifted right out of a script. But none of it would carry any weight WITHOUT the amazing PHOTO.
The story (rather commonplace really) has been molded AROUND the artificial SNUFF PHOTO.

What's the lesson of the story? The messaging?

"His determination to see how the rest of the world lives has cost him his life"

[napoleon]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Diver ... ohn_Gilpin

JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
A train-band captain eke was he
Of famous London town.
John Gilpin’s spouse said to her dear, 5
‘Though wedded we have been
These twice ten tedious years, yet we
No holiday have seen.
‘To-morrow is our wedding-day,
And we will then repair 10
Unto the Bell at Edmonton,
All in a chaise and pair.
‘My sister, and my sister’s child,
Myself, and children three,
Will fill the chaise; so you must ride 15
On horseback after we.’
He soon replied, ‘I do admire
Of womankind but one,
And you are she, my dearest dear,
Therefore it shall be done.

‘I am a linen-draper bold,
As all the world doth know,
And my good friend the calender
Will lend his horse to go.’
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, ‘That’s well said; 25
And for that wine is dear,
We will be furnished with our own,
Which is both bright and clear.’
John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;
O’erjoyed was he to find, 30
That though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allowed
To drive up to the door, lest all 35
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
Where they did all get in;
Six precious souls, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin. 40
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were never folk so glad,
The stones did rattle underneath,
As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse’s side 45
Seized fast the flowing mane,
And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;
For saddle-tree scarce reached had be,
His journey to begin, 50
When, turning round his head, he saw
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,
Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, 55
Would trouble him much more.
’Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind,
When Betty screaming came down stairs,
‘The wine is left behind!’ 60
‘Good lack,’ quoth he—‘yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,
In which I bear my trusty sword,

When I do exercise.’
Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) 65
Had two stone bottles found,
To hold the liquor that she loved,
And keep it safe and sound.
Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew, 70
And hung a bottle on each side,
To make his balance true.
Then over all, that he might be
Equipped from top to toe,
His long red cloak, well brushed and neat; 75
He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
Full slowly pacing o’er the stones,
With caution and good heed. 80
But finding soon a smoother road
Beneath his well-shod feet,
The snorting beast began to trot,
Which galled him in his seat.
So, ‘Fair and softly,’ John he cried, 85
But John he called in vain;
That trot became a gallop soon,
In spite of curb and rein.
So stooping down as needs he must
Who cannot sit upright, 90
He grasped the mane with both his hands,
And eke with all his might.
His horse, who never in that sort
Had handled been before,
What thing upon his back had got 95
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;
Away went hat and wig;
He little dreamt, when he set out,
Of running such a rig. 100
The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,
Like streamer long and gay,
Till, loop and button failing both,
At last it flew away.
Then might all people well discern 105
The bottles he had slung;

A bottle swinging at each side.
As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children screamed,
Up flew the windows all; 110
And every soul cried out, ‘Well done!’
As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin—who but he?
His fame soon spread around;
‘He carries weight! He rides a race!’ 115
‘’Tis for a thousand pound!’
And still, as fast as he drew near,
’Twas wonderful to view,
How in a trice the turnpike-men
Their gates wide open threw. 120
And now, as he went bowing down
His reeking head full low,
The bottles twain behind his back
Were shattered at a blow.
Down ran the wine into the road, 125
Most piteous to be seen,
Which made his horse’s flanks to smoke
As they had basted been.
But still he seemed to carry weight,
With leathern girdle braced; 130
For all might see the bottle-necks
Still dangling at his waist.
Thus all through merry Islington
These gambols he did play,
Until he came unto the Wash 135
Of Edmonton so gay;
And there he threw the Wash about
On both sides of the way,
Just like unto a trundling mop,
Or a wild goose at play. 140
At Edmonton his loving wife
From the balcony spied
Her tender husband, wondering much
To see how he did ride.
‘Stop, stop, John Gilpin!—Here’s the house!’ 145
They all at once did cry;
‘The dinner waits, and we are tired;’—
Said Gilpin—‘So am I!’
But yet his horse was not a whit

Inclined to tarry there! 150
For why?—his owner had a house
Full ten miles off at Ware.
So like an arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong;
So did he fly—which brings me to 155
The middle of my song.
Away went Gilpin, out of breath,
And sore against his will,
Till at his friend the calender’s
His horse at last stood still. 160
The calender, amazed to see
His neighbour in such trim,
Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,
And thus accosted him:
‘What news? what news? your tidings tell; 165
Tell me you must and shall—
Say why bareheaded you are come,
Or why you come at all?’
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And loved a timely joke; 170
And thus unto the calender
In merry guise he spoke:
‘I came because your horse would come,
And, if I well forebode,
My hat and wig will soon be here,— 175
They are upon the road.’
The calender, right glad to find
His friend in merry pin,
Returned him not a single word,
But to the house went in; 180
Whence straight he came with hat and wig;
A wig that flowed behind,
A hat not much the worse for wear,
Each comely in its kind.
He held them up, and in his turn 185
Thus showed his ready wit,
‘My head is twice as big as yours,
They therefore needs must fit.
‘But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face; 190
And stop and eat, for well you may
Be in a hungry case.’

Said John, ‘It is my wedding day,
And all the world would stare,
If wife should dine at Edmonton, 195
And I should dine at Ware.’
So turning to his horse, he said,
‘I am in haste to dine;
’Twas for your pleasure you came here,
You shall go back for mine.’ 200
Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast!
For which he paid full dear;
For, while he spake, a braying ass
Did sing most loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as he 205
Had heard a lion roar,
And galloped off with all his might,
As he had done before.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin’s hat and wig; 210
He lost them sooner than at first;
For why?—they were too big.
Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
Her husband posting down
Into the country far away, 215
She pulled out half a crown;
And thus unto the youth she said
That drove them to the Bell,
‘This shall be yours, when you bring back
My husband safe and well.’ 220
The youth did ride, and soon did meet
John coming back again:
Whom in a trice he tried to stop,
By catching at his rein;
But not performing what he meant, 225
And gladly would have done,
The frighted steed he frighted more,
And made him faster run.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went postboy at his heels, 230
The postboy’s horse right glad to miss
The lumbering of the wheels.
Six gentlemen upon the road,
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scampering in the rear, 235
They raised the hue and cry:

‘Stop thief! stop thief!—a highwayman!’
Not one of them was mute;
And all and each that passed that way
Did join in the pursuit. 240
And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space;
The toll-men thinking, as before,
That Gilpin rode a race.
And so he did, and won it too, 245
For he got first to town;
Nor stopped till where he had got up
He did again get down.
Now let us sing, Long live the King!
And Gilpin, long live he! 250
And when he next doth ride abroad
May I be there to see!