THE COLONIAL BULLDOG

 

 

  THE 'COLONIAL' WAS BORN IN JOHANNESBURG, SOUTH AFRICA - THE MISTAKE HIS PARENTS MADE WAS TO SETTLE IN THE UNITED KINGDOM - IN THE BELIEF THAT IT IS A FREE COUNTRY

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There are many qualities that define a man. Firstly, a man is defined by his actions, thoughts and deeds. But there are other evolutionary virtues that can make humans a species to be reckoned with. This intrinsic worth is not easily recognizable, by many adversaries, especially those wielding great power, and in positions of trust - usually not productive workers, but schemers in the background, typically unaccountable for their actions. Who are used to demolishing resistance, with a corrupt system, and multi-agency cooperation to quash a spirit, bankrupt and finally discredit an adversary. Especially, when they are caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

 

Such misuse of authority is of course illegal. It is called institutionalised discrimination. The perpetrators know that, but in some cases have the assistance of none other, than their local constabulary. Thus, they are the law. They can even exert power over the courts, craft evidence, and in the case of criminal charges, these jolly good fellows, know that their victim cannot match their enormous financial advantage. Those who are legally aided can barely scrape together a pantomime performance from a chicken barrister, who is fed virtually no corn to attend and cluck a little. Certainly, the defense cannot afford a medical expert.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Colonial in 1981 - a soft target - knowing nothing of planning law

 

 

 

THE BEGINNING

 

Our hero was an ordinary boy growing up, fitting in with his contemporaries during schooling and showing no signs of outstanding achievement. He barely scraped through a secondary education, as the family bounced from one location to another, including old London town, and finally, his mother decided to abandon her children, suffering a mental breakdown; she returned to South Africa.

 

Victor was born in Johannesburg. In a month that for some reason spawns quite a few specimens, who later go on the achieve great things. Why that should be so, is anybody's guess.

 

A great example of such determination is the Engineer officer John Chard, at Rorke's Drift, who beat back three to four thousand of Zulu warriors with just 150 men in 1879, in defending Natal Province, during the Anglo-Zulu wars.

 

Undeterred, and financially ruined after an argument with his employers, Victor's father made a new home for him and his sister, in a town on the south coast of England, Eastbourne, in Sussex. They later moved to Seaford as their father prospered, and took a new wife, who turned out to be very supportive. His father's former employers could not operate a construction business without the managerial expertise of the man they sacked, and he took over that business to bail them out of contracts they could not fulfill. Then, during sweeping reforms, Margaret Thatcher, in typical unthinking mode, effectively put this enterprise out of business. Once again putting the African Bulldog in a fluid situation. He worked in factories in Newhaven and Eastbourne. Victor moved to a single room in Eastbourne, to pursue his inclination for innovation and gain independence.

 

'The Colonial' turned out to possess multiple skills, turning his hand to wood and metal craft. He became as sub aqua diver and later a welder. It turned out that our hero was also a capable constructor. Soon, he was in demand, making steel frames for factory production tables, and customizing cars. He continued to convert houses to fund his other ambitions. Then one day he came across a derelict building in the country that was falling down.

 

 

 

 

The Colonial Bulldog, disagreeable in appearance, and prone to attack any adversary, regarless of size.

 

 

The Colonial in 2020, after some battle experience, but with some to go. Bulldogs are of a particular form, remarkable for their courage. The bull-dog is low in stature, deep-chested, and strongly made about the shoulders and thighs, the muscles of both of which are extremely developed. His head is broad, his nose short, and the under jaw projects beyond the upper, which gives him a fierce and disagreeable aspect. He is the most ferocious and unrelenting of the canine tribe, and may be considered courageous beyond every other creature in the world, for he will attack any animal, whatever be his magnitude.

 

 

 

 

THE MIDDLE

 

This turned out to be a turning point in Victor's life. It was good in that he now had a workshop of his own. It was bad, because the premises were in the Wealden District. One of the most corrupt councils in England.

 

As you will discover, physical strength is necessary for someone who is building, diving and making things. But mental fortitude is another thing altogether. Most people give up after a few years of hitting their head against a brick wall. A very few brace themselves for a challenge. In this case a battle royal, which after twenty years of fighting, two marriages and two other houses, Victor began to turn the tide. He was determined to prove Wealden had lied to the Planning Inspectorate, eventually joining with eleven other informants, to petition the deviant council in 1997.

 

The shock revelation was, that Sussex police were active in a cover up, so too the Crown Prosecution Service.

 

Victor hung up his welding torch, in exchange for law books, focusing on planning guidance. He won a number of cases for clients, as a volunteer advocate. Setting a case precedent in obtaining a costs order, where he was not qualified in planning law.

 

Wealden Council and Sussex police were at the end of their tether. The African Bulldog was unraveling their corrupt empire, with every case he won. This was undermining public confidence in the Wealden area. And the Colonial kept pushing for an investigation, which the police steadfastly parried. They knew he was immune to their Gestapo style enforcement raids. And the public were reading about his exploits on two dedicated websites. Something drastic had to be done. Wealden had been party to the raid in Hastings, on James Ashley's flat. Providing misleading evidence to elicit an armed raid. In 1998 WC asked Hailsham police for their help. But they could not mount an armed raid, because Victor had written in to complain about WC's David Phillips. A site visit by an Inspector revealed there were no firearms on the premises, as alleged by WC. Derek Holness was the chief executive at the time.

 

Then a golden opportunity presented itself, Victor has split up with a councillor's daughter. The councillor was a prominent Mason who had worked with Sussex police on other matters. The daughter was a single mum, who had vowed to "get" Victor, should he leave her. The councillor wanted revenge for the Colonial, calling off an engagement to his daughter. Only natural. But it is not natural to coach and nurse a lie, to gain revenge.

 

It was (allegedly and apparently) a simple matter to persuade the mother to testify against him, alleging that her daughter had been sexually abused. The police were only too pleased at this opportunity to discredit the African Bulldog. The newspapers piled in, and the radio.

 

The police failed to secure the crime scene. Collecting only evidence to convict. It did not matter to them that the female complainant was still a virgin, physically intact. Despite this inconvenient truth, they went for penetrative rape. It seems they persuaded the girls mother to hide her diary in her loft. The police did not search the loft deliberately, and ignored the girls collection of VHS tapes, of The Bill, and Casualty. Many of these episodes focusing on rape and sexual abuse, about which she had a fixation. The girl claimed she did not know that rape was wrong in her evidence. Those tapes, the missing diary, and a genuine forensic report would have proved beyond all doubt, that the claims were false. They could not allow that, where their objective was to silence the whistleblower.

 

Victor's barrister refused to challenge the medical evidence. He also allowed the police to retain privileged legal documents. In effect, telling them they could convict unchallenged. He would simply put on a pantomime performance. He was an amateur dramatic.

 

Victor was convicted. He was sent to Lewes Prison, maintaining his innocence. All the while being verbally and mentally tortured by a system where the prison staff try to mentally beat prisoners into admitting offences. And even prisoners give those convicted a hard time. The weaker ones being knifed or beaten up routinely.

 

This is where Victor's 'Bulldog' qualities came to his aid. Where he was threatened, he met those threats head on. He studied criminal law as far as he could. He assumed he had a right of appeal. And true to form, he took on Her Majesty's prison system. Eventually, his cells various, became known as Chambers. Prisoners would seek him out, to get advice on their appeals. Other prisoners asked for his help in adjudications "down the block." He became a kind of 'Duty Solicitor.' Which prison Governors hated. Because it undermined their authority.

 

True to form, the High Court refused transcripts to mount an effective appeal. A single judge, Sir Christopher Holland, fudged his appeal form, smudging the box where time served would be taken from him, in the event his application to three judges was refused. The Court would not clarify the situation, was it a tick, or a rubbed out tick? 

 

In any event, without the necessary transcripts, it was impossible to mount any sort of argument based on independent medical evidence. It would be two years before information came to Victor, in the form of another inmate, sharing his medical evidence. Then it became clear that Melanie Leibenberg had all but lied on oath. She told the Jury that she could not think of any way that marks on the claimant could have got there. That was not true, those marks turned out to be naturally occurring on almost every female. This medical fact, being available to her, via her colleague, Elizabeth Carter, who said so in a Report on another case, that the Colonial was not supposed to see. She appeared and is alleged to have known this, when she sent an innocent man down.

 

Judge Cedric Joseph, turned out to be incompetent. In his summing up, he attributed a diary belonging to the claimant's mother, to the defendant. Confusing the Jury, who failed to seek clarification on this point. The judge told the jury to make of the medical evidence what they will. Turning them into forensic experts, which of course, none of them were.

 

In the absence of funds to challenge the medical evidence, and he not even bothering to apply for such additional funding, Julian Dale, had joined with the prosecution, in failing to mount an adequate defence. [Boodram, V Trinidad & Tobaggo]

 

THE END

 

The next set of battles would be the most difficult to endure. Released from prison, Victor discovered that the Criminal Cases Review Commission (CCRC) were prone to discrimination, and part of the British whitewash process. He had found two almost identical cases where the CCRC had referred convictions to the Court of Appeal. But they had failed to look into the virginity issue, and flatly denied that Cedric Joseph has mis-directed the Jury. Though, transcripts eventually obtained, proved that beyond all doubt. Hence, they had been negligent. But, it appears this is not a case of simple error, for they compounded their misfeasance in public office, by trying to cover that up in mounting a challenge to an application for a Judicial Review.

 

More raids followed. More false accusations. A pattern was established, where a complaint from the Colonial was dismissed, but a complaint against their target was pursued with all vigor. No matter that he'd made a complaint against one of the parties concerned, earlier. This pattern is a repeat of that in 1997, when criminal allegations were not investigated by Sussex police.

 

This unfavorable treatment, underscores the failure to properly investigate the supposed crime scenes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Corruption lurks in every corridor of local and national buildings. Queen Elizabeth was asked for help. She declined. The duty to provide an effective remedy, now rests with King Charles.

 

 

 

The South African's story, is not an isolated case. But, one of many. Knowledge of this has given Victor a mission in life.

 

The 'Bulldog' in him had endured well over 190 enforcement visits. And some dozen or more police raids.

 

The object was to grind their target down. Make it so that they cannot operate. Steal legal papers, to be used against their victim. And generally abuse laws, such as anti-terrorist, or anti-money laundering statute, to track every move that the whistleblower might make.

 

Not having an effective remedy, the target lost friends and family. And becomes an outcast. Mainly because, in not understanding what is going on behind the scenes, they tend to think the worst.

 

Fortunately, a core of supporters remain convinced that Victor will one day be vindicated.

 

However, corruption and injustice is institutionalised in the United Kingdom. Even now, the Conservatives are trying to dilute further, the Human Rights Act 1998, that is woefully deficient to safeguard a persons rights as it is.

 

 

 

 

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Flop 27, follows FLOP 26, failure to agree binding targets for the love of coal and oil

 

 

 

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