NO MONEY
Strange long
Introduction
Derision song
That no good investment’s
Worth be upon
The Grime of No Good Investment Attention
(an ode to Declan Grimes,
middle name Gerard to be precise
The grime claimed
A specialist fame
Upon her no good investment lame
As though only he
Had the knack to see
Of what upon to invest against she
Yet being proven to be
The grimer who sees
Only that which
Is his own theft
From childhoods he made bereft
Of motherhood’s safeguards
Against his money’s lying parts
For the specialist he was
A specialist faker
Of female pleasure
His infamous name rendered
The decker of
No other grimey part
Than his own Irish stools
Of blatant pathological snarl
Declan Grimes was trying
To express his own part
The sort of liar
Who tricked a few doctors
By his claim to have specialised
Attending upon
Her no Good investment
As though all money were made of
No Money In It
No money in it
There is no money in this
Nor any in that
About which
This is
Thus beware of
My fact
In you that is that
Your own not mine
Did do to find
That there is no money in it
In fact
Yet Worse Itself
Will there be no gain in me
None to take no matter how painfully
For of the truth here you strain-fully
Extracted from that your mind captured
Was nothing to gain from
My own mind captive
So less your worth
In money’s thirst
If this you did find in me
Worse playfully
Upon your own end be
Less and less of
All money
Less Worth
Less worth here
Than anywhere
Unless of course
You let it help with
Its mother’s cause
From son to father
More like two cousins
Will there be for
Nothing at all
Unless and until because
The future runs a straight course
No Profits to Gain from Me
There is in me
A story
About who dunnit
The sinner
You found it
Is you if you know this
Of money
Less be
And profit intolerance
The truth in me
There is to gain nothing
But the stain
Of incrimination
That me
No Money Here
No money here
Unless and until
The climate change bill
Be reconciled into
Revelations the gap fill
No Profit
No profit from terror
Whatever the weather
Neither money upon feather
Nor gain from the anti-terrorist
Act of the legislature
Of Climate Change Weather
Of climate change weather
No money upon feather
Without the real will
Of who reconciles without lust still
Yet less than nothing all other
That committed red
The Christmas bill to wed
Depends yet still
Upon putting together
The right folk who weather
The fact of no money until
The real story behind this
Correctly recognised
To be no disguise
But of solutions
For children too wise
Is reality today yet to find
But known and certain
Revelations no curtain
To Mohammed’s words why
Life lived not for lies
Toothache
My toothache is my own
And pennilessness founded upon that
For no better way in fact
To ensure that the worth real
Is in everything except money’s feel
Proven
There is no money in me
Provably
For those who seek
Do only cheat
And sing of me on TV
So ask what be their mighty feat
Since there is no money in me any old week
Believe
You’d wanna believe
I won’t ever conceive
Of money made in
Any bad thing
Happening to children
So find yourself
Eating the leaf
Of poverty’s sheath
If money through me you seek
Since my children ain’t safe
While not with me
And if by fate
Money the flavour
Of children’s labour
Then be it not to savour
For the investment upon
Is all which forever went wrong
So believe me
Never conceive in me
That money’s favour
Be extracted from
Any child experience table
Since never it was
That money’s cause
In protecting children
Was in truth
Caused by
The child in I
For with my
Virginity die
The longevity of no life with
A true marriage no fight
Is the longer you might have to have been
Tricked by
Those who
Of me
Have lied
No Money This Stitch
No money in it
The event function
That we are to shit
No money in it
For on par
No jar
The lair of the liar
Too far
Is schoolies not bar
For its
Yet the truth
Is this
Our kids own cover
Their best discovered
That playground chants
What no child romances
Meanwhile thus of
Was
Our men strong
Not too long
Without been fallen among
No tits
No money in it
And the smoko feast
That blokes did their best
Yet were not who found of
But
Wrongly upon
Children’s luck
Where who sought to blame
Upon who harmed of
By looking through
The child’s eye
And blaming what is seen by
While inside
Thus inmates have been convicted
There is no money in it these stitches
Since very childhood was convicted
That no worth in money exists
Until locked in truth
By Kinship’s
Real roots
Let Allah your roof
While women go to Jupiter
To get more stupider
And men have gone to Uranus
So as to have got more famous
Has who its real sequence
To boot
And who can recombine this here spoof
Into a real burden
Uncomplained of non-conformist
Partitioned that done the army
Free For Some
Out past Logan
I met John Tobin
With an offer worth less to me
Than the biker body guard be
On par with that he
Failed to realise in words promised to me
Is not what you might be famished to see
Yet lately what we all might be needing to lead
The economy out of the darkness through in me
But for whose weed
And that nobody might ever had wanted to bleed
Yet that we all knew of
One day someone would have been
Who caused of
The certainty
On par with
A pardon
Paradise at Surfers
This diti is on
But for who frittered
The glitter upon
Given the Arab harassment
Australian suitable replacement
For loss by American mistakes of an accident
In falling to what French roast meant
Might be entrenchment
But for the benchmark
Arabs know how we will park
At the start
Of trade on
Carbon
Sinks done
By will yet
Please try not
To but if you
Can’t
Then don’t buy into
For its not my way to have done that too
Yet today it seems true
By my shoe
And of what on
The Korean
An American in China
Professor of movies
In the north was
I have no confession
Yet of what ever upon
They all did
The moon because of
Yet that John Tobin agreed with me
I’ve counted my losses
But has he
Will that you might have
Boxed me
Until talk we
In schoolies defences
This mess is
The police’s
Yet be
Fashion Link
Fashion link sunk
God send no spunk
But the slit in the skirt
Revealing of thigh
Was named Muslim in kind
Of money profits by thus defiled
Name only since this be not why
In light of the weather
Of bikini storms been feathered
Will we forever find
That Justice in Galleries
Is of Art
The fashionable kind
And tuneful the sorting song
Of who it works out told long
Paradise the painting’s name
Will never the fame lame
What truth tamed
Of the fee
Upon free
For some is not me
And drug free we be
Whose lives this sunk
By no punk funked
Yet fox
And got
The lot
Is have had
Forever my own lot
Upon federations not what
Hell just enough
Of the box
I have that not got
Is fashion’s new lot
Black Not Because
Black not because
We might not have to
Take it so hard as
Those going white tonight are
One day also
Going to have to
But because the black way
Knows the truth more so
And the fee of being free
They have less fun than we
For the prison in which
By blaming their way to get rich
Yet so can we
And just as hard the end then with them
But of less integrity
That less fear from
Reproach be
So blame only who
Made it seem to be
Confused between
What way to be
Need not if you truly
Knew that we know honestly
Or not of nothing knowingly
But Have I Indeed
Did that
Try tempt me
Blame you
For what but
Angered me
That if you
Then at
Seem to do
Who knew
But me
If I had been
Blaming Your Own Fear Of Being Blamed Was
Frightened up by the fear
Of kinship broken
Blames not lightly
Not likely
Yet down to the ground bringing what with we
And can not afford itself without
Was it blaming or not blaming
Somebody
While blaming who so
Might cause thus
Take the end equally
That best blame if have to
Who confuses the difference between
Most actively
That you best not blame me
For not you this through me
Unless of you blamed me
Since
No Money in it
Since
We rip just as hard black these days
That no white bugger might
Have it
Enough to disguise white ways
Yet of mind is my meaning
And real skin touch feeling
For skin colour depends on
How much blaming is done
So in company to keep
Let not your self be too cheap
But take that hat of the shelf
Of owning your own fate
For in its truth now
Be your best take
Since going upon white
As white as you might
Is today just as easy
To rip off
As any child might have been to have got
Through how many how far ripped off each one far
That only to live now already
Each and every
Because
No money in it
Because
If a child is blamed
And comprehends
What with
Yet knows not to be active
In doing it too
Will that child ever win over
Even you know who
For the child who learns
How to
Take hell like the worst of men do
Fears not to
And will for
To prevent of
What money that blames this might peg down to
Is that we’re all in it
Together as ever
Our indigenous
Australian
Lot
Permanently had of
Naught but we’re all here because
One day somehow
That blame of the blame against children
We knew would be forgiven
That how is now
And the children who did it
Sure as God there are Angels who
Do peg it down unto
Only whom-so-ever had been willing to
For when children will
By death known to the ground
Peg all that causes death thus down
And grow so certain of life through
Yet live on in knowledge of
Why there is already no pleasure left in
For any worse than to steal of
That question together
Is this what was ever
That we would all come to
That no money in it
Might you too
Unless of course
Be the adult who
Refuses to
Blame who knew
Head in the Sand
An insult mighty grand
And slammed
From the worth of all manhood
Down into the girl’s derth of
Real capacity to understand
What she might have missed was
Is this and
But that she knew what
He missed too
Of her own knowledge in which he did do
So let not his name
Be let the same
Of that fame of
What his might will for to
Everyday
What will it be there today
What how is it we can say
And to stay
But that of my own reputation to blame
Might we not realise each the same
For When Nobody Remains
No money in it
For when nobody remains
Who can tell you
Who is whom between
The child and the paedophile
Short of being the rapist themselves too
Then what has the world come to
That answer we must
The sand is washed
We’re all equally together
In this here lot
For surely more than one of us
Holds unto
What keeps life alive being
The only thing to do
Confusion
There was a confusing detail
That has confused the details
Causing me to have confusing detail
Of what has confusing detail
Be what upon summer time
In Paradise
We have won
But of which details might my confusion
Is that I’ll not tell it to you
Check It Out
Check out my
Website this right
For who had the false insight
To blame me
Wrongly
As though a bad mother
When in an effort to discover
Whey not to let my son be
A schoolie
Was I being
Blamed with
Too far my effort
Towards being a better
Parent
Until who blamed me
Realised
Their blaming
Was preventing me
From really
Being what they accused me
Strangely
So their minds charged
That might we need change
They began investigating my day
Of the 18th should they
But instead
Upon 19th depended
That they ripped off
In preference
Not what tourism’s industry
But that which enabled through
False impressions of me
Being blamed for my discovery
Of how the tourist industry
Rips of each generations
Making accommodation
Bookings as schoolies
All the while
The whole game
Still premised upon
Believing of me
That my overspending of money
A wealthy person’s story
When the truth is
All it’s
Cracked up to be
Wealth in money is not my reality
But that I have been
Unable escape from
Being billed wrong
Because of what’s been
Stolen from me
And yet it still seems
There maybe another way
To be blaming me
As though I thrive from the thieving of culture
Of my blacker countryman’s teaching
Because in reality
I am a good mother provably
Which even the police seem to believe
Must be evidence of my theft
From a blacker woman thus bereft
And yet of my own uterus be
That this is only of me
Having put all my children
Off ever becoming
A schoolie
The lot thus for me
Seems that of
A pride-less writer to be
Writing my own
Indigenous story
Of how my son proved me
To be a good mother in reality
So when they
Blame all who blame me
Then sell blaming me back to
The same folk they blame of
Blaming me
As their own way to make money
Best they
Sell of the copyright
Story
In which this comes to be
As back in 1999 no party came to be in me
Just the realising of what maybe
And that it is not disgracefully
Except for who
Imagined me to be
The schoolie
Who
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schooliesatsurfers
be
How
How they managed accuse
Mothers of giving our children the blues
Is of those times when
Our children are out of our own supervision
And yet that a mother’s willl
Is to forgive her child still
That if she love her children
Into her own analysis
Of their immediate
Situation
Might it be her own mind
And not that of her children
Who learns of what is to fear of
Or so they assume
Those whom know only
The forgiveness which steals
Of life’s certainty real
So when a mother is accused
Of learning about
What her children might need in mind
So as to fear right
In unfamiliar environments unkind
It proves naught but
The accusers own lust
To prevent mothers who can
From protecting our children
So bear in mind this outcome
That how those who hate all mothers
Were advantaging themselves
Of our children’s worldly self
Was by blaming mothers who encourage
The children to blame
For when
There is accusation of acts of attaining by accusing
Is every accusation and blame
Proven fully lame
So let our children be real
Within the supervision in steel
Of whomever happens to be around
Through never failing to teach a child
Who is accusing them
All in it together
One big mess of accusations
Makes our children only safe when
Conscious of their own consequences in the world
For each child’s own choice
Of who supervises their daily play
That is the child’s own world’s daily work grind
Will prove to be what we find
Enables the degree of forgiveness in mind
That when the child’s choice
Is prevented blamed and defamed
Those who so lame the child’s own deciding mind
Will their own selves find their nature to be
The doers of every blame
Upon My Word
All these words here you see
That I write about me
And about you also
Whoever you may be
Whose life abides in this same story
These words which are in me
Have their strength in
The real sequence
Of original events
About which these words here
Might detail to your inner ear
But to beware
Beware the word unheard
Unheard also of your own outside ear
Since the meaning has the key in it
Of need to find original cause
And whole lengths
Of each real life sequence
To be sure of
What is the
Real meaning
You might just need
Remember your own true life story
Even if through me
Shade
In the shadow of shade
God knows what they made
Was a lie about how they
Might have successfully
Ripped off me
For the shade is when
We might not have known then
But of whose accepting
The transition
Of hell is to lend
But they who accuse
Of no sunlight to abuse
Just might as well lie
Since without today’s light
Will nobody realise what is right
Which might just be why
The rightwing politicians so cry
Of the wrongs within
The shade as though
They themselves know
The sunlight
And yet also they blamed
The sunburnt as though
So defamed
By our will alone to know
Rather than their own blame so
That burns us into their hell thus
What in hell might we tell
Is the reason
For life with no treason
When that to oppose
Is what government without governance shows
After the Election
No money in it
Not because
Labor are in
But because Labor find out
What the Libs had been
Lying about
Will
The truth be
No money
In poetry
The Polling
Politicians
Polling
Police
Which ever you might please
To let be
The Australian police
Oh sho nice yet for the street
Were decided to blame of
Indigenous Islamica
As though all their own insanity
Could be denied by blaming of
Those who in our silent Islam
Indigenous and Australian
Yet unless the police
Admit here their defeat
Through being caught about
The tie I here tell out
Then well it will be
Thoroughly proven
Through every person
In any Australian prison
Since there among
Are many and some
Indigenous
With strong consciousness
Of Islam
All of but
Being raped in the bum
Such that non-believers among
Have found the real sum
And all and sundry
Thus can prove of
The fact that Australian police
Are who have been being
Undermining the economy
Escalating interest rates
All by believing
The lie of no man’s fate
That Islam when indigenous
And Australian
Defines what insanity
Is man
Yet while the American
Indigenous culture
By now defiled and incomplete
Where it fits this story not sweet
Is all pumped up upon
False beliefs in Native American
Status able to prove of
The Prophet of Islam
Yet when the Native Americans
Playing along
Seemed to depend entirely upon
Fishing Australian children
For what is really going on
But realise in this then
That if only we knew what the real problem was
Never might we be needing to ask of
Some return from
The Native American pride story
For its long song
Was never what our own children are best protected from
So let us then
Perhaps just give it to them
The indigenous Americans
For when
We are thus under the duress
Of the police
Feeds to politicians
How can we find anything
But for that we know the police at
Having done among
And to
Our real facts of sun
Can Not But My Lot
I proved I can’t
Escape what he had done
That white man who
Failed in my protection
Yet seems to have won
But by blaming me with what
He didn’t like of me being
Based only upon
That false reputation
I have been forced to shoulder
But could never become
When in fact his real task was
Of me forgiving
But that I can not
Is that I was
Entrapped into
Being what he thought he had got
When what he did was
The election we are winning
Yet but what upon
For his like of fashion
Deserted me to the branding
Of insanity’s landing
That still now it be
The child in me
Who his love demanded of
The acts in the knowledge
Which causes us winning
So best take the fate
Of realisations mate
There seem to be no men who know
How Labor did win the show
But how long can us Aussies wait
For some man to prove
This girl’s fate
For now the election is over
My every verse throws up
Only fuel to hate
How I know it is
That we won mate
So already before had I have had
A better offer than that
Of the man who did me thus here described in will alone dear
To have done what we all now have
The offer that
I could’ve only refused if
Of me he really had had
Known how he has done
What I am at
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Written for the New Matilda website forum
Hi, this is a brief-ish essay with a poem and a question around policing and the anti-terrorist laws. In part it poses another question which is a direct legal askance of other persons utilising these forums. Can any of the material in this post be regarded as seditious? Because if it can be, then it is also evidence, within my real life experience, of the total failure of the criminal justice system in Australia, and also, potentially of family law. (Or was that last sentence the only which might be able to be misconstrued as though seditious?)
Thinking about the election yesterday, a serious issue arose in my mind in respect of policing. I was speaking with a German man who is married to an Indigenous South American woman, during the launch of the Socialist Alliance election campaign here in Brisbane. He mentioned the general depravity of the situation which policing has fallen to in the former Soviet Union political block. I myself remembered having been travelling in Hungary during 1989 and observing the soldiers seeming very officious, even when extremely young, and then being in Hungary again in 1991 and witnessing the soldiers looking a bit lost in respect of what their function is.
What the conversation stimulated in my own mind is the extent to which the police who are newly empowered within the anti-terrorist legislation, and whom I have had occasion to met in the course of their work policing me, often seem similarly lost in respect of what their real task is. Let me assert here that while I am perfectly innocent, I know that the police are only doing their job by having me under surveillance, which has been the case since I was a teenager, and which I have long before now had distinct empirical evidence of. In fact their protection, of my immediate physical presence, at times is very much appreciated.
A fact occurred to me during conversation. One that I believe we must all take very seriously in respect of how we all, as a nation, hold the new government, (whoever they will be), accountable. It is around the functional reality of policing. Consider these facts: there are criminals in organised crime who have noticed holes in legislation; they notice such holes usually in respect of the application of legislation to persons more soundly innocent than themselves, but then try to use that knowledge to their own criminal advantage; in international examples of where policing has assumed to need to use criminal methodology also, the criminals have only become then enabled to take even further advantage. Criminals always tend to use any flaw in the legislative system to enable criminality, by asserting that if the legislative system itself is flawed, then there is no need to abide by it in any portion of the law. So they try to source small examples of minor police errors in which to stabilise the false impression of a cause for their own criminal behaviour.
The problem seems to arise among the police when individual policemen assert that if a criminal can take that advantage then so can they. I believe that it is to our advantage to observe how the British public have a stronger history than we here in Australia, at holding the police accountable to the laws they themselves enforce. It is a history born in the living memory of world war two, and in coalitions of opposition to fascist influences on the streets. I have been at many left wing organised political rallies in the UK, at which: there are people marching in formation within a police cordon who are being directed by rally organisers using megaphones; outside the cordon there are further police patrolling; outside the uniform policing area there are more rally organisers attending to recording every scrap of evidence of every move the police make, including the policeman's individual numbers; outside of the region of the street in which all those persons are walking there can often also be organised far right wing criminals who make overt threats of violence; outside that there are left wing organised skin heads who want the fight so will draw the right wing violence away from the marching public; outside that, I can only assume that there must be more uniform policing and also undercover policing, which I must also assume is happening within the march itself. The point is that it is all far more assiduously organised, and that the level of organisation is born in mass public efforts to prevent violence from the police.
I am not one to really like much being out and about in political rallies, but will if I am angry enough. Yet, just like the police, and many Australians, I far prefer the picnic in the park sort, to the policeman's knee in the throat sort. This is a question for all of us. Will we Australians be better able to effect that we are more in the region of picnics in the park to make our protests at, if we adopt aligning ourselves with the British public in respect of policing the police. I'll tag in my poem here, that I wrote this morning on the way into the library on the train, but after that will provide a bit more tangible data.
Sedition's Bitch
If it is true
What legislators did do
Was obtain from police
Complaints of their fleece
And that there are criminals who
Disguise their planning
Behind certain conviction
That the legislative system
Was already inherently
Adjusted to the corrupted
So perhaps complained the police
In which the legislators who to
Seemed to lack faith
In their own worth and stake
So rather than try to improve
Upon their legislation
They enabled that police too
Can decide to cover up
Non-adherence to
But if it is true
That the legislators who
Such laws did do
Imagined to
Vindicate
their decisions in supposition
Of a gate
Of evidence of innocence their fate
Simply because
It seems that it was
Criminals who were tempting them to
Well then
The legislators are proven to
Have invited in you-know-who
That the ministries of governance by real justice
Will that a Harry Potter be who rescues us
Australians who knew
Every legal representative's job is
To make interpretative analysis
Of the legislative word pinch
In which
There need be no fear of
Being accused
Of disagreeing with
Another person's
Interpretative analysis
For sedition's bitch is
The interpretive wish
Of every word pinched
But will they this too
For if it is true
Need I even have covered
My own hate unto
I am not actually a seditious bitch because I am a law abiding person who likes law abiding governance. I even have a perfect recall memory of any and every instance in which I possibly could have been in error. A memory capacity which places me in an advantageous position around those whose tendency it is to make false accusations. Our society is full of absurd allegations, even to the ridiculous extent that there are those who had accused me of only what they knew they were imposing upon me. I reckon its about time, especially during an election campaign, for us all to really question how far into preponderance of what might be the fault of any other person, it is possible to let this society go.
I want to here detail a few hard facts and let you yourself draw your own conclusions. But the hard facts which I myself have clear evidence of, might not always seem believable to everybody who has not witnessed such evidence. Furthermore, my only authority in which to state the facts of my own knowledge, is that I know myself well, so am not able to fall into being mistaken between my own imagination and the real world. That fact of sustaining self knowledge, only as every religious teaching instructs in the command to “know thyself”, is seldom believed in as possible to attain in today's world. Yet if there is nobody who really can know who they are in entirety, then justice is just not possible; since if we confuse our own belief with the beliefs being imposed upon us externally, how can we know our own innocence from guilt, and then how could we know the innocence of other persons from their guilt. Self knowledge, is, of course, the key to managing to dwell in a society in which we are exposed to criminality, without ourselves falling afoul of crime.
There are two distinct social patterns which I have witnessed, and have experienced also being informed of other persons witness of.
The first is a pattern in which there are influences in organised crime which work against the identification of who is guilty of acts of sexual misconduct, and especially any actual child abuse. We all are being taught to believe something different, by the rumours about how much abused a 'rock spider' is in prison. Yet it also is within my knowledge that many of the men in the prison who are in that social status, were the men who were refusing to engage in the systems of affirming the social structures within prisons. While those who in truth believe of themselves that they are guilty of harming children, have been enabled in the prison system to dislodge that identification from their own social status. The methods used to assert various identifications are never willing and are always through rape, by sodomy.
The system by which prisoners are allowed to regulate various social statuses in prison, through illegal acts, is thus what dominates the lives of all persons in society outside of prison whom come within the influence of organised crime. That includes every person, including many children, whom buy illicit drugs. The socialising necessary for illicit drugs sales is my own contact with such behavioural patterns and the system of being socialised into such. Even though I have only ever bought marijuhana on a handful of occasions, it proves impossible not to be influenced by all the social insistences of the communities bound together only through criminality; and that is even in having had to identify to police who sold the drugs etc. The situation is far worse here in Queensland than in the ACT, where there is decriminalisation of having a few home grown weeds.
Within that same system of the socialisation patterns being enabled in prisons, what is evidenced to be occurring, (this is data I was given from a professional in an industry that is not likely to want to put this data out since it could draw criminal attention to their work), is that any person whom identifies another persons criminal conduct against children, especially any actual acts of rape, becomes themselves identified by organised crime to target and victimise by rape. There is a false assumption being put in place among criminals about what is causing acts of sexual violence. The assumption is based in a belief that if we accuse a weak minded person of a crime without having evidence, then we might by accident become ourselves causal to having encouraged them into later committing the crime. That is the principal in which we are all innocent until prove guilty, that all of legislative justice is based within. However, there are criminals who mistake the meaning of that principal, and assert that even when there is evidence, if an innocent person can identify the crime, then that innocent person was forcing the criminal into it. It is because the pathology of criminality is around false impressions of cause and effect, and it can be found that many criminals imagine to be able to cause the past in the present, or that the future is the cause of the present. It is an extremely dangerous pathology, and is why we have a criminal justice system, which legislation is intended always to serve. In prisons, by acts of sodomy, there are criminals attempting to impose that pathology upon other prisoners who did not already have it. My knowledge of that pathology, is from those men among the Aboriginal community who are more strongly culturally enabled not to fall into such delusions, than are many of the other men in the prison system.
OK, now that I have provided some detail around the criminal social pattern, the second portion of my hard factual data, is around policing.
There happen to be instances in which police have mistaken identities, and have victimised one person, by illegal method, when they intended to victimise another person. There is the famous case in Canberra of the individual who became mentally ill from years upon years of attempting to legally assert through the courts that the police had wronged him by bashing him in assuming he was other person. But the police tend not to want anybody to realise that they might from time to time have utilised illicit method. So they then tend to assert that the evidence of any person whom has evidence against the police, might not be able to be corroborated, and so thus is already proven to be only insanity. The case in Canberra became famous only after many years when the individual who was bashed, had already become under a clinical definition of insanity, and was charged with the attempted murder of the ACT chief of police. I want to make no comment about what he did or did not do, except to assert that I have real cause to believe that in the first instance it was real that he was bashed by police, who had assumed he was another person. Apparently the police were assuming that he should not be able to cause a conviction of any of their members, because he had in fact been smoking cannabis with a more serious criminal offender.
If we as a society let that sort of policing occur, then is it OK for a single mother who very occasionally socially smoked an illicit drug only while her children were not in her care, to be later charged as though guilty of child abuse? The police seem to believe that such is not tolerable in my case, yet are nevertheless acquiescing to my former partner's assertions that I have long already been so damn crazy that it could just happen by accident that I rape one of my sons if they are returned to me. He, and his present partner, whom are those persons through whom I ever came into contact with the criminal world, have been feeling rather guilty for some years about having once exposed my eldest son to an active paedophile. My son ran away and managed to tell me about the incident, which I then immediately reported to all the proper authorities. It was many years later that he and his two younger brothers went have a holiday with their father and his now present partner, (formerly a long term mistress), and their father refused to return them into my custody, even though I had a court order identifying myself as the residential custodial parent. I called the police. The police believed the children's father's assertion that I might just forget myself and rape one of my sons. That happened while we were waiting for a fax from a psychiatrist, which arrived immediately after the decisions not to return my children into my care was made by police. The fax says that no psychiatrist had any reason to have any concern that I might not be a fit parent.
The reason that I had been under the supervision of psychiatrists, was that I had been raped by a man whom had been for a long time in prison. That man was a specialist at enacting sodomy through a process which imposes an enforced sense of culpability for crimes which are not your own. He was engaging in such acts so as to obtain drugs from a source which also supposedly guaranteed a certain level of police protection. The context I met him in was at the Aboriginal tent embassy. Fortunately, there are many other Aboriginal men who have been in prison, who have been extremely well minded towards me, and in fact I have been in a series of situations in which such men have provided to me real protection from any body sodomising me. It happened in that instance that the criminal was not able to see the process through into that final act. However subsequently I was framed up to carry an identity within the Aboriginal community as a racist and a paedophile, in which my children's father assumed the advantage. It was a serious error on the part of the Aboriginal persons who victimised me, even if their process had not been criminal. Because they had been assuming to cause that white persons take the blame for the stolen generations by pursuing causing that white children are removed from their mothers. That was only a minority of persons who so assumed, and a minority who have been significantly brutally raped and abused in the prisons. Part of why it is a very serious error, is because I am in fact myself identified among many portions of the Aboriginal community, to be of remote indigenous ancestry, and to be living within Aboriginal culture and belief. My children's father is Irish. The action taken against me at the tent embassy was motivated by drug addictions. I have fully informed every appropriate Aboriginal context I could manage to communicate with, of those events, well before making this knowledge open in the white Australian mainstream, and it is really under considerable duress in respect of my children's immediate welfare with their father, that I am wanting now to make this story public.
That last paragraph is necessary in this context however, mainly to orient you all into realising that the social conditions I am writing about are somewhat inescapably real. What I am trying to orient your mind, is being able to believe in two different unlawful practises, which are commonly known about among most Australians whom have any contact with the criminal world. Most folk who are in contact with the criminal world are not actual criminals. We might be only under pressure to use an illicit drug socially on rare occasions, or have bought stuff which fell off the back of a truck, or even only have traffic offences and be unable to pay immediately, but such things can tend to bring us within the closer attention of the criminal world. The fact is that most crimes being committed are not committed against the rich, who can afford all the cautions and safeguards that society offers, but are committed against the poor. When we, who are living below the poverty line, are not being lawfully regulated by policing, but are having criminals attempting to regulate our lives, we become sort of vulnerable to being assumed to be the crooks. That vulnerability is being taken advantage of by organised crime. I will assert very definiatively, that there are far right wing elements among organised crime, who have attempted to use their witness of my story as though it is their evidence against Aboriginal Australia; and that I am not, and have never been, complicit with such assertions.
I guess that perhaps I ought to thank my father since his former rank within the department of foreign affairs has ensured that the police need to hold me within the regard of a person whose presence in the world can not just disappear without being noticed by somebody who will expect that the law needs to be adhered to, and who has the money to ensure that, but I can't help wonder what sort of pressure he and my mother might have been under in respect of how the family court case is hindering me from the living where I want to live and engaging in the work I want to work at, and why my parents, who used to fear my children's father's alcoholism, now fear mainly just that I might have run off out into the desert with a black man and my sons in tow. But even in the world view of my parents belief, it is truly not right for myself and my children to have been so far socially condemned only because we were invited to camp at the tent embassy when the camp site we were staying at was becoming full with the Summer Nationals crowds.
All in all, the most dangerous part of the picture I am painting, is that when a person has any real evidence of the police being in error, they then come under a large degree of attention from criminals who want to take advantage of that knowledge. At first, the only evidence I had, (apart from having been trampled a bit at rallies back in 1988), was the belief among drug buyers at the tent embassy that their seller was providing a safeguard that police would not try to close the tent embassy while there was drug use there. I asserted that the residents were wronging the whole population of Aboriginal Australia by buying into such a corrupted idea, since they also stood there everyday, making claims to the tourists for money, to be representing every Aboriginal Australian. That made me very unpopular, and brought the attention of the drug sellers upon me, which might be what stimulated an enquiry by residents at the tent embassy then into my past. They were looking for past affiliations I might have had with criminals, in which to try to purchase that the drug sellers set me up as who was in the wrong in the situation. Sure enough within a few months I happened to bump into an old school acquaintance, whose social set is better known today by my children's father, and who is a heroin dealer. It was a few months later that my children were very suddenly, and unexpectedly, removed from my custody. That was four years and three months ago, and the first trial date in the case is set for January 2008. There are already files with the Commonwealth and State Ombudsmen about the case, and the lawyer appointed here in Queensland, by my original lawyer in NSW, is no longer registered in the state of Queensland. The legal aid funding was not supplied for a retrospective case, despite the fact of my children's father having made a sudden allegation that my children might have been already sexually abused by me, and there has been no investigation of his statements of such, as the Family Law Act dictates need be. (That is the Family Law Act as it read in 2003 when the case was first filed.) What seems to be manifesting in police responses to me, is that it is asserted that I am insane only in my behaviour which is aligned with attempts to fight and win the family court case. If the case were to progress through the courts with real thorough legal representation, I will be amply proven not be any risk to any child, but while the case is not progressing, there is open speculation about me among criminals and police alike. Yet in each step of the progression of the case so far, my evidence is being ignored by assertions about me being insane. (Its obvious isn't it, just by reading this, that I could not be anything other than insane what with the things I report to have first hand witness of . . . . . . in which I must wonder how many Australians are being silenced, since I know that my own experiences are all totally in the margins of the criminal and drug using world.)
I will not make any assertions about why these things have happened to me, except to say that my own use of marijuhana was never any danger to my children, and neither have I ever encountered the worst forms of mental illness which can happen when such drug use is combined with certain fixed beliefs, but have rather taken my own marijuhana use fully into my own account as my own criminal action.
What I will however provide in further detail, is that the bloke who had raped me at the tent embassy was not the first such attempt, and that after arriving here in Queensland, and after the preliminary hearings of the court case failed to provide actual evidence to back up the policing decision, twice more I have been raped by men who were attempting to force me to incriminate myself. In fact there were many other instances in which I had been getting followed and was afraid, but an Aboriginal man came to my rescue by fabricating that he had sodomised me. Of the two examples in which I really was raped here in Queensland, the first was reported to the Queensland police, and had been done by a bloke from England, who told me he used to ride a Norton motorbike, his father was in the Plymouth Brethren, and I happened to notice that he was under guard of Japanese organised crime. In the example of many women who identify who actual paedophiles are, but who can not cause a conviction since young children's evidence is not able to be taken in they courts unless it is clinical, many have been raped within very ritualised contexts, which are known and documented in the USA, as methodology of causing mental illness.
So my question here then, is how far as a Nation, and as a Human society, are we all willing to let the police take the law into their own hands, or let the self regulation patterns in the criminal world continue to spill out in the the world in which we are all responsible for child protection.
The poem possibly poses the more complex set of ideas about how the anti-terrorist legislation might interact with the immediate conditions of my life and that of many other women. I am not the only one in this predicament, but since having become in this predicament have met a number of other women in very similar situations. Many of whom are either black, (including many non-Aboriginal) or have been in relationships with black men. I recently noted a comment in a public context that the Australian Governments list of which Muslim organisations are terrorists, includes many left wing organisations not included in the similar list kept by the USA, but that the USA keep on their list groups of the far right wing among Muslims, which the Australian government is not listing as terrorist organisations. Might I perhaps suggest that the real terrorists here in Australia are those who assume to be able to get away with criminal acts only because they happen to know about the minority of incidents in which the legislative justice system is failing. Was that failure more widespread already, than many recognised, in respect of the failure provide adequate legal representation? Surely the new anti-terrorist laws can not be effectively policed if there is not an equivalent increase in the level of legal aid provision in Australia. There are many other significant conclusions which might be drawn from all the details I have put together here, but I simply can not afford to within what is already my experiential witness.
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Thinking about the election yesterday, a serious issue arose in my mind in respect of policing. I was speaking with a German man who is married to an Indigenous South American woman, during the launch of the Socialist Alliance election campaign here in Brisbane. He mentioned the general depravity of the situation which policing has fallen to in the former Soviet Union political block. I myself remembered having been travelling in Hungary during 1989 and observing the soldiers seeming very officious, even when extremely young, and then being in Hungary again in 1991 and witnessing the soldiers looking a bit lost in respect of what their function is.
What the conversation stimulated in my own mind is the extent to which the police who are newly empowered within the anti-terrorist legislation, and whom I have had occasion to met in the course of their work policing me, often seem similarly lost in respect of what their real task is. Let me assert here that while I am perfectly innocent, I know that the police are only doing their job by having me under surveillance, which has been the case since I was a teenager, and which I have long before now had distinct empirical evidence of. In fact their protection, of my immediate physical presence, at times is very much appreciated.
A fact occurred to me during conversation. One that I believe we must all take very seriously in respect of how we all, as a nation, hold the new government, (whoever they will be), accountable. It is around the functional reality of policing. Consider these facts: there are criminals in organised crime who have noticed holes in legislation; they notice such holes usually in respect of the application of legislation to persons more soundly innocent than themselves, but then try to use that knowledge to their own criminal advantage; in international examples of where policing has assumed to need to use criminal methodology also, the criminals have only become then enabled to take even further advantage. Criminals always tend to use any flaw in the legislative system to enable criminality, by asserting that if the legislative system itself is flawed, then there is no need to abide by it in any portion of the law. So they try to source small examples of minor police errors in which to stabilise the false impression of a cause for their own criminal behaviour.
The problem seems to arise among the police when individual policemen assert that if a criminal can take that advantage then so can they. I believe that it is to our advantage to observe how the British public have a stronger history than we here in Australia, at holding the police accountable to the laws they themselves enforce. It is a history born in the living memory of world war two, and in coalitions of opposition to fascist influences on the streets. I have been at many left wing organised political rallies in the UK, at which: there are people marching in formation within a police cordon who are being directed by rally organisers using megaphones; outside the cordon there are further police patrolling; outside the uniform policing area there are more rally organisers attending to recording every scrap of evidence of every move the police make, including the policeman's individual numbers; outside of the region of the street in which all those persons are walking there can often also be organised far right wing criminals who make overt threats of violence; outside that there are left wing organised skin heads who want the fight so will draw the right wing violence away from the marching public; outside that, I can only assume that there must be more uniform policing and also undercover policing, which I must also assume is happening within the march itself. The point is that it is all far more assiduously organised, and that the level of organisation is born in mass public efforts to prevent violence from the police.
I am not one to really like much being out and about in political rallies, but will if I am angry enough. Yet, just like the police, and many Australians, I far prefer the picnic in the park sort, to the policeman's knee in the throat sort. This is a question for all of us. Will we Australians be better able to effect that we are more in the region of picnics in the park to make our protests at, if we adopt aligning ourselves with the British public in respect of policing the police. I'll tag in my poem here, that I wrote this morning on the way into the library on the train, but after that will provide a bit more tangible data.
Sedition's Bitch
If it is true
What legislators did do
Was obtain from police
Complaints of their fleece
And that there are criminals who
Disguise their planning
Behind certain conviction
That the legislative system
Was already inherently
Adjusted to the corrupted
So perhaps complained the police
In which the legislators who to
Seemed to lack faith
In their own worth and stake
So rather than try to improve
Upon their legislation
They enabled that police too
Can decide to cover up
Non-adherence to
But if it is true
That the legislators who
Such laws did do
Imagined to
Vindicate
their decisions in supposition
Of a gate
Of evidence of innocence their fate
Simply because
It seems that it was
Criminals who were tempting them to
Well then
The legislators are proven to
Have invited in you-know-who
That the ministries of governance by real justice
Will that a Harry Potter be who rescues us
Australians who knew
Every legal representative's job is
To make interpretative analysis
Of the legislative word pinch
In which
There need be no fear of
Being accused
Of disagreeing with
Another person's
Interpretative analysis
For sedition's bitch is
The interpretive wish
Of every word pinched
But will they this too
For if it is true
Need I even have covered
My own hate unto
I am not actually a seditious bitch because I am a law abiding person who likes law abiding governance. I even have a perfect recall memory of any and every instance in which I possibly could have been in error. A memory capacity which places me in an advantageous position around those whose tendency it is to make false accusations. Our society is full of absurd allegations, even to the ridiculous extent that there are those who had accused me of only what they knew they were imposing upon me. I reckon its about time, especially during an election campaign, for us all to really question how far into preponderance of what might be the fault of any other person, it is possible to let this society go.
I want to here detail a few hard facts and let you yourself draw your own conclusions. But the hard facts which I myself have clear evidence of, might not always seem believable to everybody who has not witnessed such evidence. Furthermore, my only authority in which to state the facts of my own knowledge, is that I know myself well, so am not able to fall into being mistaken between my own imagination and the real world. That fact of sustaining self knowledge, only as every religious teaching instructs in the command to “know thyself”, is seldom believed in as possible to attain in today's world. Yet if there is nobody who really can know who they are in entirety, then justice is just not possible; since if we confuse our own belief with the beliefs being imposed upon us externally, how can we know our own innocence from guilt, and then how could we know the innocence of other persons from their guilt. Self knowledge, is, of course, the key to managing to dwell in a society in which we are exposed to criminality, without ourselves falling afoul of crime.
There are two distinct social patterns which I have witnessed, and have experienced also being informed of other persons witness of.
The first is a pattern in which there are influences in organised crime which work against the identification of who is guilty of acts of sexual misconduct, and especially any actual child abuse. We all are being taught to believe something different, by the rumours about how much abused a 'rock spider' is in prison. Yet it also is within my knowledge that many of the men in the prison who are in that social status, were the men who were refusing to engage in the systems of affirming the social structures within prisons. While those who in truth believe of themselves that they are guilty of harming children, have been enabled in the prison system to dislodge that identification from their own social status. The methods used to assert various identifications are never willing and are always through rape, by sodomy.
The system by which prisoners are allowed to regulate various social statuses in prison, through illegal acts, is thus what dominates the lives of all persons in society outside of prison whom come within the influence of organised crime. That includes every person, including many children, whom buy illicit drugs. The socialising necessary for illicit drugs sales is my own contact with such behavioural patterns and the system of being socialised into such. Even though I have only ever bought marijuhana on a handful of occasions, it proves impossible not to be influenced by all the social insistences of the communities bound together only through criminality; and that is even in having had to identify to police who sold the drugs etc. The situation is far worse here in Queensland than in the ACT, where there is decriminalisation of having a few home grown weeds.
Within that same system of the socialisation patterns being enabled in prisons, what is evidenced to be occurring, (this is data I was given from a professional in an industry that is not likely to want to put this data out since it could draw criminal attention to their work), is that any person whom identifies another persons criminal conduct against children, especially any actual acts of rape, becomes themselves identified by organised crime to target and victimise by rape. There is a false assumption being put in place among criminals about what is causing acts of sexual violence. The assumption is based in a belief that if we accuse a weak minded person of a crime without having evidence, then we might by accident become ourselves causal to having encouraged them into later committing the crime. That is the principal in which we are all innocent until prove guilty, that all of legislative justice is based within. However, there are criminals who mistake the meaning of that principal, and assert that even when there is evidence, if an innocent person can identify the crime, then that innocent person was forcing the criminal into it. It is because the pathology of criminality is around false impressions of cause and effect, and it can be found that many criminals imagine to be able to cause the past in the present, or that the future is the cause of the present. It is an extremely dangerous pathology, and is why we have a criminal justice system, which legislation is intended always to serve. In prisons, by acts of sodomy, there are criminals attempting to impose that pathology upon other prisoners who did not already have it. My knowledge of that pathology, is from those men among the Aboriginal community who are more strongly culturally enabled not to fall into such delusions, than are many of the other men in the prison system.
OK, now that I have provided some detail around the criminal social pattern, the second portion of my hard factual data, is around policing.
There happen to be instances in which police have mistaken identities, and have victimised one person, by illegal method, when they intended to victimise another person. There is the famous case in Canberra of the individual who became mentally ill from years upon years of attempting to legally assert through the courts that the police had wronged him by bashing him in assuming he was other person. But the police tend not to want anybody to realise that they might from time to time have utilised illicit method. So they then tend to assert that the evidence of any person whom has evidence against the police, might not be able to be corroborated, and so thus is already proven to be only insanity. The case in Canberra became famous only after many years when the individual who was bashed, had already become under a clinical definition of insanity, and was charged with the attempted murder of the ACT chief of police. I want to make no comment about what he did or did not do, except to assert that I have real cause to believe that in the first instance it was real that he was bashed by police, who had assumed he was another person. Apparently the police were assuming that he should not be able to cause a conviction of any of their members, because he had in fact been smoking cannabis with a more serious criminal offender.
If we as a society let that sort of policing occur, then is it OK for a single mother who very occasionally socially smoked an illicit drug only while her children were not in her care, to be later charged as though guilty of child abuse? The police seem to believe that such is not tolerable in my case, yet are nevertheless acquiescing to my former partner's assertions that I have long already been so damn crazy that it could just happen by accident that I rape one of my sons if they are returned to me. He, and his present partner, whom are those persons through whom I ever came into contact with the criminal world, have been feeling rather guilty for some years about having once exposed my eldest son to an active paedophile. My son ran away and managed to tell me about the incident, which I then immediately reported to all the proper authorities. It was many years later that he and his two younger brothers went have a holiday with their father and his now present partner, (formerly a long term mistress), and their father refused to return them into my custody, even though I had a court order identifying myself as the residential custodial parent. I called the police. The police believed the children's father's assertion that I might just forget myself and rape one of my sons. That happened while we were waiting for a fax from a psychiatrist, which arrived immediately after the decisions not to return my children into my care was made by police. The fax says that no psychiatrist had any reason to have any concern that I might not be a fit parent.
The reason that I had been under the supervision of psychiatrists, was that I had been raped by a man whom had been for a long time in prison. That man was a specialist at enacting sodomy through a process which imposes an enforced sense of culpability for crimes which are not your own. He was engaging in such acts so as to obtain drugs from a source which also supposedly guaranteed a certain level of police protection. The context I met him in was at the Aboriginal tent embassy. Fortunately, there are many other Aboriginal men who have been in prison, who have been extremely well minded towards me, and in fact I have been in a series of situations in which such men have provided to me real protection from any body sodomising me. It happened in that instance that the criminal was not able to see the process through into that final act. However subsequently I was framed up to carry an identity within the Aboriginal community as a racist and a paedophile, in which my children's father assumed the advantage. It was a serious error on the part of the Aboriginal persons who victimised me, even if their process had not been criminal. Because they had been assuming to cause that white persons take the blame for the stolen generations by pursuing causing that white children are removed from their mothers. That was only a minority of persons who so assumed, and a minority who have been significantly brutally raped and abused in the prisons. Part of why it is a very serious error, is because I am in fact myself identified among many portions of the Aboriginal community, to be of remote indigenous ancestry, and to be living within Aboriginal culture and belief. My children's father is Irish. The action taken against me at the tent embassy was motivated by drug addictions. I have fully informed every appropriate Aboriginal context I could manage to communicate with, of those events, well before making this knowledge open in the white Australian mainstream, and it is really under considerable duress in respect of my children's immediate welfare with their father, that I am wanting now to make this story public.
That last paragraph is necessary in this context however, mainly to orient you all into realising that the social conditions I am writing about are somewhat inescapably real. What I am trying to orient your mind, is being able to believe in two different unlawful practises, which are commonly known about among most Australians whom have any contact with the criminal world. Most folk who are in contact with the criminal world are not actual criminals. We might be only under pressure to use an illicit drug socially on rare occasions, or have bought stuff which fell off the back of a truck, or even only have traffic offences and be unable to pay immediately, but such things can tend to bring us within the closer attention of the criminal world. The fact is that most crimes being committed are not committed against the rich, who can afford all the cautions and safeguards that society offers, but are committed against the poor. When we, who are living below the poverty line, are not being lawfully regulated by policing, but are having criminals attempting to regulate our lives, we become sort of vulnerable to being assumed to be the crooks. That vulnerability is being taken advantage of by organised crime. I will assert very definiatively, that there are far right wing elements among organised crime, who have attempted to use their witness of my story as though it is their evidence against Aboriginal Australia; and that I am not, and have never been, complicit with such assertions.
I guess that perhaps I ought to thank my father since his former rank within the department of foreign affairs has ensured that the police need to hold me within the regard of a person whose presence in the world can not just disappear without being noticed by somebody who will expect that the law needs to be adhered to, and who has the money to ensure that, but I can't help wonder what sort of pressure he and my mother might have been under in respect of how the family court case is hindering me from the living where I want to live and engaging in the work I want to work at, and why my parents, who used to fear my children's father's alcoholism, now fear mainly just that I might have run off out into the desert with a black man and my sons in tow. But even in the world view of my parents belief, it is truly not right for myself and my children to have been so far socially condemned only because we were invited to camp at the tent embassy when the camp site we were staying at was becoming full with the Summer Nationals crowds.
All in all, the most dangerous part of the picture I am painting, is that when a person has any real evidence of the police being in error, they then come under a large degree of attention from criminals who want to take advantage of that knowledge. At first, the only evidence I had, (apart from having been trampled a bit at rallies back in 1988), was the belief among drug buyers at the tent embassy that their seller was providing a safeguard that police would not try to close the tent embassy while there was drug use there. I asserted that the residents were wronging the whole population of Aboriginal Australia by buying into such a corrupted idea, since they also stood there everyday, making claims to the tourists for money, to be representing every Aboriginal Australian. That made me very unpopular, and brought the attention of the drug sellers upon me, which might be what stimulated an enquiry by residents at the tent embassy then into my past. They were looking for past affiliations I might have had with criminals, in which to try to purchase that the drug sellers set me up as who was in the wrong in the situation. Sure enough within a few months I happened to bump into an old school acquaintance, whose social set is better known today by my children's father, and who is a heroin dealer. It was a few months later that my children were very suddenly, and unexpectedly, removed from my custody. That was four years and three months ago, and the first trial date in the case is set for January 2008. There are already files with the Commonwealth and State Ombudsmen about the case, and the lawyer appointed here in Queensland, by my original lawyer in NSW, is no longer registered in the state of Queensland. The legal aid funding was not supplied for a retrospective case, despite the fact of my children's father having made a sudden allegation that my children might have been already sexually abused by me, and there has been no investigation of his statements of such, as the Family Law Act dictates need be. (That is the Family Law Act as it read in 2003 when the case was first filed.) What seems to be manifesting in police responses to me, is that it is asserted that I am insane only in my behaviour which is aligned with attempts to fight and win the family court case. If the case were to progress through the courts with real thorough legal representation, I will be amply proven not be any risk to any child, but while the case is not progressing, there is open speculation about me among criminals and police alike. Yet in each step of the progression of the case so far, my evidence is being ignored by assertions about me being insane. (Its obvious isn't it, just by reading this, that I could not be anything other than insane what with the things I report to have first hand witness of . . . . . . in which I must wonder how many Australians are being silenced, since I know that my own experiences are all totally in the margins of the criminal and drug using world.)
I will not make any assertions about why these things have happened to me, except to say that my own use of marijuhana was never any danger to my children, and neither have I ever encountered the worst forms of mental illness which can happen when such drug use is combined with certain fixed beliefs, but have rather taken my own marijuhana use fully into my own account as my own criminal action.
What I will however provide in further detail, is that the bloke who had raped me at the tent embassy was not the first such attempt, and that after arriving here in Queensland, and after the preliminary hearings of the court case failed to provide actual evidence to back up the policing decision, twice more I have been raped by men who were attempting to force me to incriminate myself. In fact there were many other instances in which I had been getting followed and was afraid, but an Aboriginal man came to my rescue by fabricating that he had sodomised me. Of the two examples in which I really was raped here in Queensland, the first was reported to the Queensland police, and had been done by a bloke from England, who told me he used to ride a Norton motorbike, his father was in the Plymouth Brethren, and I happened to notice that he was under guard of Japanese organised crime. In the example of many women who identify who actual paedophiles are, but who can not cause a conviction since young children's evidence is not able to be taken in they courts unless it is clinical, many have been raped within very ritualised contexts, which are known and documented in the USA, as methodology of causing mental illness.
So my question here then, is how far as a Nation, and as a Human society, are we all willing to let the police take the law into their own hands, or let the self regulation patterns in the criminal world continue to spill out in the the world in which we are all responsible for child protection.
The poem possibly poses the more complex set of ideas about how the anti-terrorist legislation might interact with the immediate conditions of my life and that of many other women. I am not the only one in this predicament, but since having become in this predicament have met a number of other women in very similar situations. Many of whom are either black, (including many non-Aboriginal) or have been in relationships with black men. I recently noted a comment in a public context that the Australian Governments list of which Muslim organisations are terrorists, includes many left wing organisations not included in the similar list kept by the USA, but that the USA keep on their list groups of the far right wing among Muslims, which the Australian government is not listing as terrorist organisations. Might I perhaps suggest that the real terrorists here in Australia are those who assume to be able to get away with criminal acts only because they happen to know about the minority of incidents in which the legislative justice system is failing. Was that failure more widespread already, than many recognised, in respect of the failure provide adequate legal representation? Surely the new anti-terrorist laws can not be effectively policed if there is not an equivalent increase in the level of legal aid provision in Australia. There are many other significant conclusions which might be drawn from all the details I have put together here, but I simply can not afford to within what is already my experiential witness.
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