Man who supplied fireworks thrown at police during Bonfire Night disorder convicted
A man who supplied the fireworks which were thrown at police during Bonfire Night disorder in Edinburgh has been convicted.
Jordan McMillan was found guilty of culpable and reckless conduct at Edinburgh Sheriff Court on Thursday after providing fireworks to individuals who then threw the items and other projectiles at police officers and members of the public on Niddrie Mains Road.
An aggravator for attacking emergency service workers was also included in the charges under Section 44 of the Fireworks and Pyrotechnic Articles (Scotland) Act 2022.
The 24-year-old was arrested as part of a major criminal investigation into the incidents that unfolded between Halloween and Bonfire Night.
He will be sentenced on July 14.
Chief superintendent David Robertson said: 'This conviction should send a very clear message that the reckless and dangerous behaviour we witnessed across Edinburgh last year will not be tolerated.
'Police officers and other emergency service workers do not come to work to be attacked, and the level of violence directed towards them during Halloween and Bonfire Night was wholly unacceptable.
'Jordan McMillan did not act in isolation and is only one of several individuals responsible for the offences we saw on Niddrie Mains Road during the evening of November 5, 2024.
'Further positive court outcomes for those involved in disorder during 2024 are anticipated and we are currently working with key partners ahead of Bonfire Night 2025 to protect our communities from this reckless and dangerous behaviour, which simply has to stop.'
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