What, might I ask is the difference between a chief justice and an ordinary man in the street. One might be tempted to say the extent of his education, his knowledge and dare we say it ...wisdom. Strip both men of their clothes and what have you ...two naked individuals created in the likeness of God, or so they say. Are not both men or women for that matter born of the human race, with frailties and foibles that man has been endowed with. Is each man more compassionate, more understanding or more humble than his brother? Does one because of his station in life, either through diligence or the luck of the draw inherit qualities that go with that life. The answer must be no, because the position of both men is characterized by the social label that has been developed over the centuries and that we continue to treat with fear and because of fear, respect.
We broadly accept that the individuals of the law are without blemish or have little capacity to be corrupted. We treat our purveyors of the law with muted respect and tolerance born of the fact that for the most part we have no one else of equal strength to turn to. The fraternity honours and protects its own, unless the scales of misdemeanour are so heavily weighted as to be irrefutable. Then and only then are they isolated and dealt with, with the minimum of publicity and then whisked into oblivion. In today's society the law of historical reverence, no matter how thin has given way to behaviour that our grand-parents and indeed my generation find unacceptable and bawdy. And this from the High Court down. If the masses are considered illiterate, then they are intelligent enough to know the basic difference between right and wrong, between what is acceptable and what is not and what is honest and what is not.
Today we witness all too frequently the surfacing of misdemeanours by those who are charged with a law fashioned by their brethren to carry out their duties with out fear or favour. Theirs is a role that is by its long earned reputation one of propriety, of strength and of integrity. Unless that is applied then the fabric of justice for all is ruptured.
Without fear I now am going to embark on a case, that did not win notoriety by publicity and fell through the cracks of our legal system. Unless I should be accused of branding all judicial systems of justice, as morally corrupted, which I have no doubt they are, then let me identify that which deprived a dead man his last wish and his anointed son the inheritance he left: The Queensland Supreme Court, its Chief Justice, and the operators in private practice who are part and parcel of the whole incestuous network are all players who paint the canvas as they see fit. Theirs is a playground for legalised extortion, theft, unprincipled practice and collusion that goes unquestioned because they enjoy an insulated and Teflon coated existence where to question their integrity is to be judged by those who are players in the generic game. One dare not impugn, for the impugned will bring down the full force of their profession to destroy those who would dare to raise their voice in the cry for justice. The masses are quelled under the yoke of fear. The call for justice goes unanswered.
Had the matter of this case followed the principle of justice for all, this account would not have been written and those involved would have been spared the ignominy of being held to account in the public arena. I was asked by the chief judge where I had studied law and at what university.
I considered the question ill conceived and highly offensive. There was this patronising attitude that if you are reasonably intelligent then a university education must have been the foundation that created it. My reply was succinct I believe, 'No Your Honour I attended the University of Life'. Needless to say the exchange was terminated.
As Shakespeare once said; 'Nothing is ever achieved by a reasonable man'. Fear of public opinion, particularly at the highest level has never worried me. When you have truth as your weapon, then in the end justice will prevail ...no matter how it is achieved. If silence is acquired by fear, then let the trumpets make the clarion call to truth. I owe my old friend who can no longer speak, do so now from the grave.
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