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Nolle Prosequi

For more than ten years, if someone searched my name online, one story dominated the results: rape, human trafficking, court appearances and criminal charges.

What those search results did not show was my side.

They did not show the evidence I gave to the police. They did not show the evidence that was never produced. They did not show the contradictions I say existed inside the investigation itself. They did not show what happened when a Supreme Court judge granted me bail. They did not show the businesses I lost, the international career that disappeared, the damage to my health, or what it feels like to spend ten years waiting for a trial that never began.

This is my account.

I was arrested in April 2015 after police attended a residence on Eastern Road that I rented. I identified myself to the officers. I was handcuffed and taken away before I understood what I was being accused of.

I was eventually charged with rape and human-trafficking-related offences.

From the beginning, I denied those allegations.

When I was arrested, I had the complainant's cellular telephone in my possession. It had been left at the residence following an altercation involving her and another woman.

I voluntarily handed that telephone to the police.

I specifically told the officer that information relevant to what had happened was inside the phone and asked that investigators examine it.

I believed the telephone would help establish the truth.

To my knowledge, I was never provided with a forensic extraction report, message history or meaningful disclosure explaining what the police recovered from that device or what ultimately happened to it.

That remains one of the questions I want answered.

I told police that I had not communicated with her before she came to The Bahamas.

I denied arranging her travel.

I denied recruiting her.

I denied collecting her from the airport.

I denied trafficking her.

I denied raping her.

Despite those allegations, I have never seen emails, text messages, telephone records or social-media communications establishing that I recruited her before she arrived.

The allegation was also made that I collected her from the airport.

Lynden Pindling International Airport contains extensive surveillance infrastructure. Yet no airport footage showing me collecting her was ever produced to me.

I voluntarily supplied blood for forensic testing because I believed scientific evidence would assist in establishing the truth.

To my knowledge, no DNA result was ever produced in court establishing the sexual offence alleged against me.

I was told about an identification procedure.

I objected to participating in what I believed would be an unfair identification parade because I did not see people who sufficiently resembled me.

I requested a confrontation instead.

I signed a document requesting it.

I was placed inside a room.

I heard a female voice refuse.

She never entered the room.

I never saw her.

She never stood in front of me.

She never looked me in the eyes and accused me.

I believed the identification issue was over.

It was not.

Documents subsequently obtained appear, in my view, to contain conflicting descriptions of what happened that night—one account referring to an identification parade and another to a confrontation.

I maintain that I never participated in a completed identification parade.

If a parade actually occurred, then simple questions should have simple answers:

Where are the photographs?

Who were the other participants?

Where is the parade sheet?

Where is the complainant's signed identification?

What exactly did she say?

What officer supervised it?

Why do records appear to describe two different identification procedures?

Those questions matter because identification evidence can determine whether an innocent person goes home or spends years defending himself.

The complainant was Colombian and, in my experience, spoke little or no English.

Yet multiple statements attributed to her appeared in English.

I have questioned throughout this case how those statements were obtained, interpreted, explained and adopted.

Where are the recordings of the interviews?

Who interpreted?

What were that person's qualifications?

Where are the interpreter certifications?

Where are the corresponding Spanish versions of every English statement?

How was it verified that the signatures appearing on those statements belonged to the complainant?

These are not insignificant questions when a person's liberty is at stake.

A Spanish-speaking witness who knew the complainant has also given evidence concerning difficulties she personally experienced communicating with her even in Spanish. I do not present that witness as a medical or linguistic expert. Her evidence is important because she can describe what she personally experienced.

The Eastern Road residence was not the only property.

I also rented a large property on Skyline Drive.

Rooms were rented to international boarders, including women working in the nightclub industry.

Other people lived in and regularly visited these residences.

The police had information capable of identifying occupants and potential witnesses.

Some remained in The Bahamas for weeks or months after my arrest.

Some subsequently established relationships, had children or married.

Yet, to my knowledge, many were never interviewed.

As ten years passed, I lost contact with people who could have testified about what they witnessed inside those residences.

Lekiesha Dean-Foulkes worked for me as a house manager in connection with both residences. Her duties included cleaning and helping occupants with ordinary errands. Her evidence is that I never instructed her to imprison anyone, confiscate passports, force anyone into prostitution or prevent anyone from leaving.

She herself was later arrested and prosecuted in connection with the same trafficking allegations.

Her case also never went to trial.

The connected trafficking proceedings against both of us were eventually discontinued.

I maintain that lease agreements relating to both the Eastern Road and Skyline Drive properties were kept at the Eastern Road residence and were removed during the police search.

Those leases were important.

They were documentary evidence of the lawful rental arrangements.

To my knowledge, they were never returned to me and were not produced during the criminal case.

I now have to rely upon witnesses and secondary evidence to establish arrangements that the original documents could have demonstrated directly.

One of the most serious parts of my experience occurred after a Supreme Court judge granted me bail in the sum of B$9,500.

My mother and brother were at court prepared to complete the bail requirements.

I believed I was going home.

The officer transporting me apparently believed the same thing.

I waited.

Then I was told that I was being returned to prison.

The court records that have since been obtained are, in my view, extremely important to understanding what happened next.

My mother, my brother and another witness are also able to give direct evidence concerning what they experienced when they attempted to complete the bail process.

I eventually remained incarcerated until appellate proceedings resulted in my release.

I believe the certified court records should speak louder than any recollection or newspaper article about what happened with my bail.

After I was released, I remained under criminal charges for approximately ten years.

I was required to comply with bail conditions.

At periods I had to report to a police station three times each week.

Think about what that means for someone whose profession involved international executive protection.

I had worked in several countries and multiple states in the United States.

Executive protection requires availability.

It requires international travel.

It requires vetting.

It requires trust.

It requires the ability to leave on short notice and remain with a client for as long as necessary.

That career effectively disappeared.

For approximately ten years, I repeatedly went to court.

And waited.

And returned.

And waited again.

To my recollection, not one prosecution witness ever gave evidence against me at a trial.

The trial never began.

There were adjournments.

There were delays.

There was uncertainty.

But there was never a completed trial in which the evidence against me was tested.

The court may not have tried me, but society did.

Try applying for a security position while carrying allegations of rape and human trafficking.

Try asking a celebrity, corporation or wealthy family to trust you with their children, home, travel arrangements and personal safety.

Try being involved in ministry.

Try working around tourists.

Try applying for international opportunities.

Try explaining yourself to family members who believe that police do not charge innocent people.

Try watching your name become associated online with allegations that represent some of the most despised conduct in society.

I lost businesses.

I lost security opportunities.

I lost international opportunities.

I lost rental income.

I lost relationships.

I lost financial stability.

I went from substantial savings and operating businesses to having to depend upon family and accept whatever work I could obtain.

Before the case, I had established relationships and professional contacts abroad.

People in the American security and entertainment industries were willing to work with me or introduce me to opportunities.

Scott Groff, a senior security professional with whom I trained, has provided evidence concerning security work and business opportunities he contemplated involving me in.

Jeffrey Poitier, filmmaker and nephew of Sir Sidney Poitier, has been my friend for many years. Through his professional relationships he had been willing to introduce me to people in the entertainment industry and to potential opportunities involving security, film, media and entertainment.

But an introduction in America is meaningless when you cannot reliably travel to America.

A security opportunity cannot happen if the protector cannot reach the client.

A film opportunity cannot develop if you cannot attend the meeting or the production.

A musical opportunity cannot mature if you cannot be present to record.

One lost introduction may lead to ten other opportunities that never happen.

I will never know where those roads could have taken me.

This was not simply a financial experience.

It changed me.

I experienced depression, anxiety, humiliation, sleeplessness and periods of profound hopelessness.

I contemplated suicide.

I developed health problems that I continue to deal with, including erectile dysfunction, hypertension, high blood pressure and hormonal issues.

I sought treatment.

I moved back in with my mother.

My financial independence disappeared.

My confidence disappeared.

Parts of the person I was before April 2015 disappeared.

People sometimes assume that when a criminal case ends, the person walks outside and everything returns to normal.

It does not.

In 2025, the prosecution was discontinued by Nolle Prosequi.

I was never convicted.

The case had remained over my life for approximately a decade.

For ten years I waited for the State to bring its evidence into a courtroom and prove what it had accused me of doing.

That trial never happened.

From my perspective, this case did not end because of some minor procedural technicality.

My position is much more fundamental:

I maintain that this prosecution should never have begun, and certainly should never have been allowed to remain over my life for approximately ten years without the evidence being tested at trial.

A Nolle Prosequi cannot return ten years.

It cannot restore every contract.

It cannot recreate every introduction.

It cannot return every friendship.

It cannot erase every Google result.

It cannot undo prison.

It cannot restore health.

And it cannot give a person back the years during which the world was permitted to believe an accusation that the State ultimately chose never to prove at trial.

I am not publishing this because I want sympathy.

I am publishing it because my name belongs to me.

For years, other people have told this story.

Police reports told part of it.

Court listings told part of it.

Newspapers told part of it.

Google indexed those versions.

What was largely absent was the voice of the man whose life was actually being discussed.

This website exists so that when someone searches Clayton Tyrone Phillips, they can also read what I say happened.

They can see the documents.

They can read the affidavits.

They can examine the contradictions.

They can see the eventual Nolle Prosequi.

And they can make up their own minds.

I have commenced civil proceedings because I believe what happened to me requires judicial examination and accountability.

I am not asking the public to substitute itself for the Court.

I am asking that my side finally be placed beside the accusation.

For approximately ten years I lived underneath the words rape and human trafficking.

Now I intend to live under my own name again.

Clayton Tyrone Phillips

My story. My evidence. My name.

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