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The Amazing & Kind Jacinda Ardern is a marketing phony

Was so disappointed with the budget- even worse than I thought it would be, wish I had money to get to Wellington I would be chalking every day! Grrrrrr  Singing, reciting poetry and protesting.  these filthy neo-liberal Labour scum – I knew they were bad but this is worse than I even imagined????  Where the fuck did the 1800 police come from???? I never heard that mentioned once coming up to the elections, I heard lots of promises about mental health services that they desperate not to provide.

What planet are these people on, they are continuing to grossly violate international treaties on the way you treat disabled and poor people.  They are allowing a grossly unjust and abusive economic system replace constitutional law.  The people who believe in it are radicalised extremists – they infect our media, our political institutions, our business world, our banking sector.  They leech off us peasants and then blame us when they screw up.

No reprieve from punitive welfare requirements, no reprieve from housing crisis.  It just gets worse and those in power continue to trivialise it and perpetrate it.  Karma coming, end of days I reakon from where I’m sitting, not long now before armageddon? or whatever it is going to be.  They promise all those greedy scum will be gone, so hopefully.

This can only be a good thing as people will realise this government weren’t going to save them and they have to get out on the streets and start fighting for their rights!

2nd night in Wellington police cells in New Zealand

Been avoiding writing this, don’t want to recall what happened it hurts too much, but I know I have to, then I won’t have to look at it again if I don’t want to – better out than in.

My arrest and night in Wellington police cells was going fine until the last three hours, then it all turned to shit because I was transported in a very cold NEW van into cold court cell, further delays and an arsehole guard looking after me.  People with stress disorders (in stressful situations) must be treated the same as people in shock, first thing you do is keep them warm, being cold adds to trauma/stress.  That is what should be on my court transfer papers not that I make vague threats of self-harm – WTF.  The design of that NEW transport staff were gloating about is absolute crap and harmful to those inside the boxes.

Start from the beginning

As I didn’t turn up for court on Monday, as I had been turned down by the OT for health services and still didn’t have a lawyer I knew there would be a warrant out for my arrest.  Chickened out doing a protest in Masterton so I would get arrested, too scared of police here.  Went over to Wellington chalking and then started on my mission.

Headed for Supreme Court to do some chalking about justice and how I completely blamed the judiciary for discrimination against mentally ill people and allowing government to criminalise and persecute them, deny them professional health care.  Then headed up to Treasury building and left a message for Treasury wankers – photos on my facebook page.  Held them to account for the appalling mental health stats as well – did a few swastikas and called them murderers as well – I know they hate it.  Then headed for Human Rights Commission, from which I am trespassed.

Nutted off at this old guy in reception and a group of people having a meeting about some bullshit.  I was in total fire breathing dragon mode, told them exactly what I thought of them and their responsibility for mental health crisis, suicide, NZ being No 1 for child suicide, self-harm in women and family violence.  Left before police arrived heading for my next target – didn’t make it 🙂

Have photos on my facebook page /jrmurphypoetmusician did a couple of videos of the chalking a few photos at the Human Rights Commission.  Its like lala land up there, those people are completely out of touch with reality and refusing to accept the seriousness of what has gone on in mental health due to an economic theory taking over from constitutional, health and justice rights.

Was arrested on Lambton Quay with my large naked torso painting a couple of cardboard signs and my big over shoulder satchel with chalk pens paper etc in it.  Was funny knowing they were coming, saw them to my left, I was heading towards Willis Street across from Midland Park.  They put on their lights, quickly did a u turn and jumped out of their car to aprehend me lol.  Told them to calm down I knew I was going to be arrested, that’s why I had come to Wellington – strange to them of course.  I was picked up on warrant for breach of bail for not attending court.  Not for nutting off at the dick head at the HRC and breaching a trespass order.  WAs prepared for it to happen though.

Tried to talk them out of handcuffs but couldn’t, managed to get them put on in front of me which is so much less oppressive/scary/vulnerable than behind your back.  She also did it really loosely on my right wrist cause told her I get arthritis in it.

Male officer told me handcuffs were for theirs and my safety – lol – brainwashed.  Not in my situation they’re not – its one thing I hope the UN can look at having a restriction on police using handcuffs, particularly in a public place.  They were OK, just following the book and treating me like any criminal who had a warrant out for their arrest.

Got back to the station and got processed, almost everybody was nice, were surprised to see me back.  The woman I had a run in with last time came and talked to me a few times, said she was pretty stressed with work etc last time I was there and sort of apologised, we made peace – that’s the main thing.

Didn’t sleep all night but was able to read a book, which I couldn’t last time because my stress levels were too high.  I can’t hold the story in my head when very stressed, even this time there were a few times I had to re-read paragraphs because I hadn’t absorbed what I just read.  Its a horrible part of Complex PTSD and a lot of people don’t understand it, can make you feel really stupid and like you going mad.  I worked out over years, it comes and goes depending on my stress levels.

I was OK with going through the police process I had gone over it in my head many times.  Had all the same guards as last time just in a different order, they were really cheerful and nice.  Told them I was in a much better state than last time and just wanted to get through the process and get things sorted out.  Last time I was self-harming and really distressed, this time I was really chilled out.

Had a guy come into the cells about 6pm who banged and yelled most of the night, then started up again in the morning – when I get stressed too, cause you don’t know what time is and all the guards disappear to organise transfers etc.  Handover is at around 7am.  So in the morning he sets off sprinkler in his cell and flooded something else by the sounds of it, lol, all the male prisoners were put in the female section – was weird seeing the guys – cause you never do.  They have it set up so people can’t see each other – I’m all good with that, few of them looked dodgy as.  They handcuffed him and put him in the Female Day cell that I can see from my special window/mental health cell.  Gave him the thumbs up for what he’d done, I was bored too.

As 11pm shift came on I asked if I could go in the bigger cell to prepare myself for going in the van in the morning, like I had spoken to Stuart about – when I made a comment about my first visit and how they could improve it.  He was a pommy guy with a bald head, manipulative power tripper.  So a group of them are outside my cell and he makes a comment about me being a Human Rights activist in a mocking tone then tells me he will think about the change of cell and tell me in the morning – he didn’t.  I worried about it all night, because had a bad feeling I would have a meltdown in the morning – which I did and are really horrible.  He purposely denied my request and kept me guessing to exert his authority and disempower me – and it would have had even more impact if I didn’t understand psychology of abusive power relationships.  so I’ll be making a complaint to police about it.  That is the sort of person who SHOULD NEVER BE in a position of power over others.

Got to have a shower at around 4.30am and had an early breakfast, 3 weetbix milk sugar & a milo.  Should have asked for something to take with me, didn’t realise how long it would be until I had food again – and I have diabetes issues if I don’t eat reguarly – especially having been up all night, when your body needs extra food.  I learnt that years ago, if you want to stay up all night at a party you have to keep eating throughout the night, its your body running out of fuel that makes you tired.

Reluctant to get in the van in the morning, they just turn up to take you, it freaks you out, I need to know what is going to happen to mentally prepare – fuck them!!!!

Van to Lower Hutt was really cold, 2 metal boxes in back of a van, 4 men sitting close together in one side and 2 women in the other.  First time I’ve had someone to talk to during transport, she was a regular visitor, knew the system well, but we avoided why we there.

We change to the NEW truck for trip over Rimutakas, it has about 10 metal boxes with individual windows – the staff were gloating that it belonged to Wairarapa and Hutt were jealous they didn’t have anything that flash.  Obviously they  have never spent any time in the back – I have got to get something done about the design or they going to have lots more people flipping out like me.

I refused to get in this van, he had to take my arm, but I did’nt resist past that, these metal boxes are only as big as your body and solid except for small windows.  Killer on your back, when you get jolted over bumps, there no padding its just a stainless steel bench about 1m square – FREEZING COLD AGAIN.  Not only cold thick metal there was a blast of cool air blowing down from directly above that you couldn’t get away from, it either went on top of your head or if you sat hard up against back it went onto your body and legs, which felt even colder.

Someone yelled out to guards to turn the fans off at about Upper Hutt, guards told him they were for ventilation, I chimed in that I wanted them off too, I was fkn freezing.

I got colder and colder – sooooo bad for my stress disorder – people under extreme stress are supposed to be kept warm.  Got angrier and angrier too.  When I got to Masterton refused to move – couldn’t move – I don’t know, but didn’t get out of van for about 5mins – they didn’t know what to do.  When I finally did because I thought they were going to get more physical two women were standing at end of truck.  I angrily asked WHAT ARE YOU – they were detectives, one of them said how she had heard about me in a nice enough voice –  I have got lots of supporters in the police – my response as I went past was a vicious GET FUCKED.  Was angry at the police for putting me through this shit, through all of this shit letting ACC manipulate them and refusing to investigate my complaints about them.

Was put in women’s holding cell at Masterton Court – it was fkn freezing as well, blasting cool air and a vent that went directly outside I could see through.  We had arrived about 10.30am from what I can gather, I wasn’t feeling very well coming over but was so fkn angry ignored it.  Got there was so cold put x2 on my ReFuSe tag I left two weeks ago.  They wouldn’t give me my shoes, eventually they gave me a museli bar at around 12pm – I had breakfast at 5am – they were told I had diabetes issues, it should be on my transfer notes I have to be offered food at regular intervals, they know the time I don’t – WTF.  Grrrr  That’s what those notes are fucking for – not a pile of disgusting offensive bigotry.

I sang Why Am I Arrested, Human Sewage and I wish I was dead with all loud drumming required on the walls – which went through the whole building I now know tehehehehe.  Some young people in other cells made comment about me ‘that protester’, also came to look at me through the window when one of them was wandering around.  Said something about me being Crazy – not me the crazy one dumarse – sometimes young people grrrrrrrr.

After singing revolting old white guy guard came to tell me I was embarrassing myself – trying to degrade me – oppressive and wanting to make me feel even more marginalised.  Again, lucky I know these sorts of tactics and can shake off most of their shit – but always a bit that sticks and makes you feel like shit.  Those are the comments that go on a loop in your head when you sink down into the well/darkness and consider all the good reasons you should kill youself.  I’m sure I’ll have to deal with that in the next few weeks – I’m sure there will be fallout from Thursday’s meltdown.

Then the arsehole said I was up next, ie first after lunch,  They called out 4 names before I STARTED LOOPING OUT – I was so distressed and so cold started losing it, started ticking by banging my whole body back against the door making a really loud noise, felt sooo good, calms me, its like a heartbeat and because its so violent on your whole body you can’t think of the anything else and it calms down the ‘panic attack’ you about to have – that happened later when outside.  Telling someone something is going to happen and then it not happening is another psychological torture method and what the guard in Wellington did.  An abuse and perversion of power – it is very common but should not be tolerated in people working in police etc. (Have found out since guards were pissed off with delays too, it was court staff who delayed my appearance – same court staff I gave shit to recently for not providing CCTV footage.)

Guard came along trying to get me to stop, turned the fan on full blast so I was even colder, turned the light on and off several times.  I was freaking out because of what had been happening and him lying to me, then he didn’t know what to do when I started freaking out more than he expected and the judge knows about it, cause the whole building can hear me.  If I’m causing that much fuss, then he has failed his job and EVERYBODY knows it.

I knew bus back to Carterton was at 1pm and it was 12, I got out at 1pm, with no time to walk to the bus stop 10 mins away.

My old public defence lawyer Susie turned up, which was a welcome sight as I was in full freak out mode pacing around the cell.  She spoke to the judge when i was up, told judge not-guilty and case now set down for 25 June.  They kept saying the police don’t oppose bail – because this is the third time I havn’t turned up for court and violated my bail conditions.  Of course police don’t oppose bail – that might be a bit much considering they put me here – they wouldn’t want to be reminded of what they have done grrrrrrr.  Police prosecutor in court looked ashamed, wouldn’t look at me.

After Susie spoke I made sure I had my say, without following any rules – except trying not to swear, it was pretty obvious I was really pissed off and really freaked out.  Not many people get to address the judge like I do but there was NO WAY I was leaving that courtroom without her knowing about Geneva Healthcare refusing me OT services and still not having a lawyer – which Susie told her anyway.  It was Judge Morris, I Know her and she knows my situation quite well, was still all I could do not to swear at her for allowing this to go on for years.  Like I said, I have never hurt anyone, they hurt me.

I reakon they left me until last so there weren’t many people in the gallery, they don’t like the public seeing me go through the system because I have no respect for the judge or the process and give them shit – using their own laws.  Quoted Magna Carta several times and reminded her I said two weeks ago when I saw here I wasn’t voluntarily participating in teh justice process until I had health care I need and lawyer I need.

They know at court making me wait stresses me out – they’ve accommodated this aspect of my disability before – why not now, when I’m in an even more stressful situation do they now ignore it?  They could have changed the order, they knew I was going to arrive the night before. grrrr, will be bringing this all up in my complaints to police AGAIN – that they will never listen to but I have to do because nobody else does grrrrrrrrr.

Told court staff to go get my painting and bag etc because I would not be going to the police station to pick them up like last time – I don’t want to see those motherfuckers at the moment – especially that dark headed bitch on reception.

Waited in the bail room, at least slightly warmer, but I was chilled to the bone.  NEK MINIT started crying uncontrollably, that heartbroken cry where you can’t even close your mouth and you dribble onto the ground in front of you as you sit there rocking, wailing, in such emotional pain.  Your heart smashed to pieces by what you are being put through for asking for health care and justice you entitled to, for throwing paint on a white ribbon banner after being assaulted and threatened by police  – plus knowing just how cruel and corrupt your government and so many others are.

Was let out, almost ran out of the court, got outside took two steps, stood there shaking, thinking – I had missed the bus, I was now extremely upset and would have to go to the park, find something sharp and spend the next few hours self-harming until next bus to Carterton.  Didn’t have anyone I could call to pick me up.

I became completely overwhelmed, my arms gave way & I dropped my paintings signs & bag just as my legs gave way from under me and I ended up on the footpath curled up in a ball on my side.  I managed to sit up and started rocking and wailing/crying loudly – in a way that would make my broken heart feel some sort of relief from what had just happened to me.  I wasn’t there long and a woman came along and one of the guards from court came out.  They were both very nice, the woman was from Te Hauora, I been screwed over by them several times, so I was scared of her, but when she offered me a ride home I had to ignore that and say yes – I had to get home – my homing beacon was on full strength and causes me huge stress if I don’t listen to it.  I wanted to be where nobody could see me melting down, it is so humiliating when it happens – it has only been this bad four other times in 15 years.

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut with the woman, I tried, I didn’t want to tell her anything, but all my biggest fears and worries were just tumbling out of my mouth, just like the anger does when I go ‘tourettes’.  I kept saying sorry, it was OK, it didn’t matter, I just wanted to go home etc.  She asked all the usual questions about a doctor etc, told her I don’t have a doctor and why – that I havnt’ seen one for over 2 years (1 for WINZ form last year doesn’t count).  Think she was pretty horrified at how unwell and unsupported I was, told her a little about not trusting Te Hauora.  I didn’t’ have any bread or milk at home, was crying about how poor I was and how tired I was of being poor and there of course was not point in living in this shit hole country. etc etc.  She gave me $20 I refused – I HATE CHARITY – she demanded I take it, I HATE PEOPLE WHO DEMAND I TAKE CHARITY, and from an organisation that has ensured I was taken advantage of and traumatised by a flatmate under their care, denied me care themselves and let me down when I was really unwell.  A friend in the community who worked for Te Hauora for a short time told me what they thought of me, that lots of people had tried to help me, I just didn’t want help.  FUCKING SCUMBAG FUCKING LYING PIECES OF FUCKING GARBAGE.  Same people I have made complaints about that were covered up and not dealt with you mean.  They a big part of the bigoted rumour mill round here.

I’m sure the only reason I had that horrendous meltdown is the cold, it was like being tortured.  It has left me feeling tearful and very very fragile, I don’t want to go out anywhere –  I can’t anyway I”m so broke.  I’m hoping I don’t get a backlash in a few days, sometimes that can happen and I get highly suicidal and all the oppressive degrading things staff did/said will come back to haunt me.

At least Susie and even Judge Morris acknowleged that I had been punished and suffered in custody – which is why of course I wasn’t prosecuted for breaching bail ($2,000 fine & 1 yr in prison is what they threaten on bail form for violations).  Given I had sent them an email Thursday last week saying I was both mentally incapable due to my disorder and refused to attend, asking them not to make me into a criminal – they did anyway.

One thing pissed me off about Te Hauora lady, she spent at least 5mins telling me to take medication for my anxiety – WTF.  Terrorised women are being put on medications to deal with teh inhuman and unsafe living situations they are being forced to endure by the government.  Its sick, deeply deeply disturbing, immoral, unethical, unprofessional and ILLEGAL.  I also explained I was a rescuer and helped lost souls pass over to the light, I was told by spirit not to take medication or it would affect my ability to protect myself spiritually.  She didn’t say anything after that – Maori understand spirituality a lot better than Pakeha thank God.  They have a lot more respect for spiritual people as well – most Pakeha ridicule us – sad considering our entire legal system is based on christian principles of fairness justice and us being all the same before God irrelevant of our wealth and status on earth.

I’m having a chill out day today, my daughter is taking me out for brunch for mother’s day which will be nice.  Will try and stay in the present and not feel bad about the fact I can’t afford to take myself out for brunch or anybody else.  I will barely be able to afford to buy my daughter a present, its her birthday soon – my life would have been so different if I had health care and help I needed to return to work after I was raped.  Fkn scumbag government, fkn terrorist murderers 🙁

My back is hurting, so trying to not do anything more to strain that after the trip over Rimutakas in truck, feels like a lower disc wants to move and I know what that means – not being able to sit down at all, only being able to walk around slowly or lay down and in agony for days.  Its happened before.  Obviously justice transport not designed for older people with aches pains & injuries.

People ask me why do I do this to myself, I can assure you it is actually helping me, it is very hard being really unwell at home on my own, its far more stressful than protesting and getting arrested.  I get food I don’t have to pay for, hot drinks, to talk to interesting different people who understand more about failings of mental health system than anybody else – police.

Some police are OK & actually respect what I am trying to do with my mental health advocacy work –  trying to get a better journey through teh system for people who have traumatic stress disorders.  I can assure everybody I DO NOT TRUST THE POLICE and nobody reading this should either – their are some real nasty pieces of work amongst them & most/all of the others will cover it up.  As nice as some are there are others who are fkn aresholes and they all sit back and allow shit to happen. Wouldn’t even be surprised if the cold transport was for my benefit – I would assume the new truck would have had heating.  Police trying all those psychological torture tactics perhaps – when constable French said you’ll see how bad police can be, is this what he meant?

 

Strongest impressions of my time in custody in New Zealand

Firstly, be nice if they nice to you, try not to let all the BS questions upset you.

Check out my youtube channel for the vlog I made at the Health and Disability Commission.  JR Murphy Poet.

I knew police take about 15-20 mins to get to a job around Wellington, so know when the lift opens its going to be them.  Three this time, two men and a woman, who surrounded me immediately, you have to get used to that – lot of abuse victims don’t like people behind them – me included.  One of them was a newbie who took my details, read me my rights etc.

One asked for me to put my hands behind my back but as I HATE handcuffs and last time I had them on they hurt A LOT (it was after the assault) I didn’t want to.  As soon as I ignored their instructions they got aggitated, I chilled the situation when I started joking about it.  I wasn’t ignoring their directions, I didn’t like handcuffs, they hurt and I was trying to talk my way out of having to put them on.  Sadly it didn’t work, its so much more comfortable and less oppressive when you don’t have them on.  Joked about being able to carry my own stuff out if I didn’t have them on – didn’t work.  He wouldn’t put them on in front of me either which is easier and a less vulnerable position.  He did put them on loosely, made me realise how tight the last lot were.  my hands were blue by the time I got them off and I had bruises for two weeks.

I was arrested on the warrant for not turning up to court, not for doing the protest at HDC even though I swore like a trooper.  I was trespassed and given the notice while I was being processed.  I was also questioned about chalking on the Tribunals building, which I admitted to.  If you knew at protesting don’t say too much when you arrested, I know my rights pretty well and know what to say and what not to say so I talk quite a bit.  If you are an activist keep to your rights and information you know about why you are taking the action you are.  Quote laws.

Organise to speak to a lawyer, but best to have a lawyer who knows consitutional law already oranised to arrange your release.  It is very seldom a judge will keep an activist in the cells overnight, I was picked up on a warrant – or if I had broken my bail conditions – I would have had to stay if I couldn’t get to see the judge.  A police officer told me few years ago to get arrested before 9am in the morning on a sitting day and I wouldn’t have to stay the night.

I am trying to get something organised where as a recognised disabled Civil Society Actor I can’t be held overnight because of my disorder.  United Nations treaties say NZ govt are not allowed to use the process in a punitive way against a CSA- which is what the justice system is being used for.  It is disproportionately cruel to make me stay incarcerated with my stress disorder issues compared with other people.  I am not a threat to anybody and I can be picked up by local police before court when I am set to appear.  (My issue about can’t appear is I can’t make myself drive to court, to get around this police have to pick me up, which I can do – weird I know but its a bizarre and terrifying disorder so you get creative.

They sent two police cars, there is always one of the officers who knows me, lead out in handcuffs and put in the car, you wonder what people are thinking – you wish you could explain to people what was happening and why.

Arrived at cells, newbie was asking me lots of questions, but I started to get upset and cry as my post bollocking melt-down started to kick in.  The woman processing me was a rigid bitch who I didn’t take to at all, usually those people are nice, but not this one, was an older woman.  Argued with her when I was told I would be staying the night as court wasn’t taking any more prisoners today.  Demanded to speak to a lawyer but that was a disaster.

The lawyer Val, a man, to start he couldn’t hear me and hung up (the accoustics in teh concrete box were really bad), they got him back on the phone and he said something to the effect to phone some woman – I don’t remember name – and she was more sympathetic to women in my situation. WTF sexist pig.  They were supposed to phone another lawyer but the small room overwhelmed me and I became claustrophobic and started banging on the door to be let out.  The officers said, don’t you want a lawyer and I just laughed at them, pointing out they knew very well I couldn’t stay in that room because of my mental health and as there was no other options then I got no lawyer.  I’d suck it up if I had to stay, I had no choice I couldn’t go back in that room, not that day – in fact not ever.

They take your shoes jewellery, everything out of your pockets and put them in plastic bags (which I keeping for an art project) – they also had my painting and two signs and my bag of protest stuff, visual diary, laws, pens etc.  I got put into a cell I have been in several times before, in the women’s section – officer told me there 38 mens cells and 9 womens – so when the revolution arrives we only need to get 50 people arrested and Wellington police are overwhelmed.  They can fit about 30 in the day rooms – anyway its not many. 🙂 dreams are free.

By the time they let me out of the concrete box I was freaking out and getting worse, head down ticking, shaking, hyperventilating, on verge of panic attack, but not knowing about to take the violence I was feeling out on myself.  Got back to the cell and started pacing, shaking, ticking, trying to keep a panic attack under control.  Nothing would work, so sat on bed and started banging my head and back against the concrete wall, it is the only thing that will calm me when I’m that traumatised.  Then I started wanting to hurt myself, with slapping beats on my legs and the mattress, beating myself about the head, thumping my thighs with fists as hard as I possibly could.  When its happening its a release valve, its not nice and is distressing for people watching.  Its torment on full blast, but it releases pressure, its me turning the psychological violence I have just endured into physical violence.  I have very little control over if it starts happen, my body is rigid.  It takes every bit of concentration to not completely flip out and start trashing the cell and really harming yourself by punching walls etc – because that’s what you want to do.  I picture every bone in both my hands smashed.

When I start punching my head its because I want the torment to stop, the hurt the extreme hurt about not getting health care I should be and being dragged through court and justice processes so unfairly.  Of being isolated and lied about, discriminated against and persecuted just so a bunch of neo-liberal rich pigs can have lots more money and poor people have less.  So they can make money out of people they deny mental health care to and safe homes.

I’m going to be requesting a copy of the CCTV footage from when I arrived until about 6pm when I finally calmed down.  Once the horrible police guard left at 3pm and next lot took over things got better.  Although I was told I had been a problem earlier, a problem mmmmm.  Best to be nice and make jokes when you first meet them, they’re usually nice and introduce themselves.  I play a game of trying to work out what the time is and I’m usually right – its one of the weird and not nice things about being in cells, you don’t know the time, even if it light or dark outside.  The dungeon they call Wellington police cells which is sub-ground and best earthquake strengthening possible I am told.

Dinner was 2 min noodles – which I refused – I eat too many of them already and butter chicken with rice over microwaved but ok.  There were 3 women there most of the night, one beside me was being checked every 20 mins.  Was given milo and tea over the night, when I couldn’t sleep.  All but two of the police were really nice, respectful and professional.

We got offered a shower at about 7pm which was really nice, you have to do it in front of guard but she way down end of corridor.  An image when I got to the showers has stayed with me – that I want to do an artwork about.  When I got to the showers there were five small soaps in one side and none in the other.  I asked the guard why, she said how people preferred the one that was slightly behind the wall and more private.  Just shows you how modest women are – not like what media portray (I have a theory this is one of the reasons young women drink so much to get confidence to wear things they not comfortable in).

  • Would be an amazing experience for every MP in parliament to be processed through the police and courts, kept in the cells overnight and experience the concrete phone box, showers, restrictions, small spaces, boredom, handcuffs etc.  The waiting rooms, the endless questions, the stripping of your identity, belts and shoes, the transport vehicles, the metal boxes, the other prisoners, the police and guards – mmmm I can feel a poem coming on – maybe a rap song.  Imagine Crusher Collins locked in the concerete phone box unable to get a lawyer and having to bang and yell to get out.  Or Jerry, lol, with his size, what a mission, getting in and out of cars and transport vehicles – I actually don’t think he would fit in the latest transport vehicle I was in.  He wouldn’t have handled the small dinner either and no snacks.

My back started getting really sore and I had to move around most of the night because of it.  Sitting on a low bench/bed was hurting it.  So changed to lying on my tummy, walking around, doing exercises etc.  The pillows are really bad so I got an extra blanket, was OK.  Wish I could have had a scrubbing brush and bucket of hot soapy water for a couple of hours to clean the cell.  Was still hair and stuff from previous occupants, it was Tuesday night, I’m not sure how many days worth – I thought that was a big tacky.  Showers weren’t cleaned every day either and water pooled on floor outside them, looked pretty yuk – at least a few days old – thats unhygenic.

Boredom is the most difficult thing when you have really bad mental health, because you brain always wants to obsess about being locked up, the injustices etc.  So I do things, like sing, good pracitice for remembering my songs, recite poetry and do drum rhythms on my legs, walls, doors, matress etc.  I also rip up paper hand towels and toilet paper – which I then keep and make into an artwork (which I’m doing later today).

I rip up poly cups you get your cuppa tea/water in, I do origami and make water bombs and Which Number Do You Choose game.

The mornings are the most difficult, hard to know the time and things stirring, you getting prepared to go into the metal box in the paddy wagon and not wanting to.  Past two times I spent night in cells I had massive melt-downs in the morning and I could feel another one coming on.  I told my guard what was happening and could I walk around the female day room and have my breakfast until I had to go, just to give me a bit more space from the cell I was in and before I had to go into something much smaller.  He seemed OK with it but said he would have to talk to his Sgt, he never came back and I had that melt-down and it was horrible.

Went on for ages, though it is hard to know when you in that state, rocking, fingers in ears, crying, self-harming, tormented and completely distraught.  I remember starting to babble about being allowed to go to the day room over and over again.  That’s when Sgt I didn’t like came around with breakfast and asked me if I wanted any, in amongst the babbling I said yes.  He asked again and I said yes, he left and went to the next cell.  I wanted breakfast I wasn’t feeling good, I told them I had early stages of diabetes when I arrived.  Want to get the CCTV footage of not getting breakfast as well.

The guards from the previous night and overnight had been trying to help me with my issue about getting into small spaces in the transport vehicles.  They tried to have my case transferred to Wellington, but apparently you have to go where warrant was issued, which was Masterton for me.  There were several other people being transported over to Masterton, obviously a bad bunch over here.

They did offer to get me the CATT team which I refused, what’s the point, I just been turned down by mental health and what would they do.  I would just start swearing at them, I go tourettes when they come anywhere near me, I’m terrified of them.  When they suggested it all I could envisage was me spitting at them and being done for assault.  When I thought about it I could have used the 6hour rule to not have to stay incarcerated in police cells but would probably have had to go into care of mental health AND THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I AM EVER GOING TO DO THAT VOLUNTARILY – NOT EVER.  At least I know what police are capable of and inmates are locked up so can’t harm you.

One part of it I was whimpering and crying, a woman in another cell was being really lovely and telling me it would be OK and not to worry.  She did this for about 20 mins, its amazing how people come together in these situations – I’ve seen it before, especially with people who are upset.  I’ve also seen upset people be verbally attacked by other prisoners and told to kill themselves cause they were losers.  (same sort of people in police)

Then two new guards appeared at my door telling me it was time to leave, knowing I had been having a melt-down for over an hour.  They tried to be nice and commented on my origami, were impressed they were water bombs I had made.  I had to tell them I couldn’t walk and to give me 5mins after my melt-down, they weren’t too bad, only young.

Had a right audience putting me in the first transport van, was getting flashbacks of the last time, couple of years before and it wasn’t good.  Tried to be brave but got to the door and stopped, I Knew there was no choice and all those people behind me woud make me get in there but I still told them how I felt and that I didn’t want to.  One of them commented on me not wanting to go to court, I threw back some insult that shut him up.

Got in the box and focused on my breathing and avoiding teh claustraphobic feelings.  Looked out the back window.  Started hyperventilating and banging my head against the box to calm down.  Prisoner being bit of an arsehole – one of those who hones in on suicidal and traumatised vulnerable people – someone who attacks the weak rather than protects them.  Guards driving teh van suggested one of the guys sing to me to make me feel better.  It does distress some people when they see me in that state – that’s what many of them have encountered when rescuing abused women, except it is the justice system setting off my traumatic behaviour.

I immediately snapped out of what I was doing to keep from freaking out and said I can sing and started singing Why Am I Arrested, with drumming, the prisoner didn’t like it too much but I ignored him.  Then I did Human Sewage and Wish I was Dead with loud emphasis on SHOT by slapping both hands on the metal wall in front of me.  That was as we drove down the Wellington motor way out to the Hutt Valley, I was in full voice, loud as I sing it at home with just as much feeling.  YOu could hear every word.  Everybody shut up after that.

We arrived at Lower Hutt court to swap prisoners & I felt a bit better after singing and joked with those unloading me that last time I was here I chalked Judge PJ Butler on the building and a big swastika.  They knew about the incident and now they had met who did it.  I had been put in last and let out first which I was EXTREMELY GRATEFUL FOR – it was one small thing I had talked to my guard about that they did.

They lied to get me in the van to Lower Hutt because they said the next transport was bigger and really it was much much smaller.

You have to bang on the door repeatedly to get any attention which is annoying, made sure I went to the toilet when I could because I know how incontinent I can get with my bladder/kidney issues if I need to go.  The toilet at Lower Hutt court is amazing, shame they don’t give you pens to contribute to the mural of graffiti all over the natural plywood walls.  I so wanted to do a poem in that room – will have to do something to get back in that room and do one.  Maybe another chalk mission, the walls of that building are like a giant blackboard.  I could come up with some cartoon images and words.

So we were put back in the new – state of the art apparently – transport van/truck.  As we were walking out one of the guards started giving me shit about being in custody and being arrested (which I had organised myself when I did the protest).  Lecturing me, I gave him a right mouthful, told him he wasn’t my fucking father and I was there because two policemen assaulted me, lied about it in court and got away with it and I had thrown red paint over white ribbon banner as a result.  He scoffed to others listening how it was only an alleged assault- there were about 6 guards police around during the change over.  I just said YEAH RIGHT of course it was pig and a few other nasty comments.  Which others listening seemed surprised about.  Said something to the effect how I suppose we would get a shit drive over the hill now after what I said, but we didn’t.

The put me in van and of course the enclosure/metal box was even smaller, only the size of a person sitting down – no way Jerry Browlee would fit.  You had a window, which I just focused on most of the time – the view.  There was a camera up in front of you, you weren’t in handcuffs or anything.  Anybody would think you were a terrorist and your comrades were preparing to break you out – the security was EXTREME.  The plug on the bottom of the metal box made me feel sick, you wonder what sort of fluids went down there.  Anybody with really bad claustraphobia would be completely fkd in that metal box.

The imagines outside the window were cool, such a familiar trip for me but not in a police paddy wagon with bunch of other criminals.  Going through Greytown you could see the van/truck clearly in the windows and Carterton where my graffiti from the morning before was still up.  Would be great idea for a music video for some of my songs.  Make the paddy wagon like a tardis inside with me and a band performing, while outside the world watches us go past in a reflection.  We’re a statistic that people who create this neo-liberal nightmare make sure the masses don’t see.

Got taken out at Masterton and taken through to court waiting room where I tagged ReFuSe on teh wall using my finger and rubbing it over someone who had used a pencil to tag.  Some of the shit on the walls was real bitchy violent hate stuff, typical Masterton and a big pencil tag MSTN can’t be trusted – I completely agree.

It was cold, I didn’t have my coat or my shoes, only my socks, I was feeling yuk and needed something to eat.  The guard I had called a pig was still with me and I had to ask him to get me something to eat as I felt sick and had no breakfast in Wellington.  When we got out the guy in metal box beside me was looking back at me, obviously to see who had been making all the noise – pretty sure he was in the van from Wellington as well.

Guard came in and said I had to see Forensic Nurse while I was there – I refused.  Now I realise police wanted that to prove they hadn’t been the ones who inflicted the bruising to my face.  I had not mentioned the bruising even though I knew it was there.  Several people I have seen since have mentioned it and immediately thought it was police, I’m happy to tell them it was me and was THE SYSTEM that drives me to self-harm, not the actual police around me.

Guard came in and said I had to see lawyer – I refused that as well, no point.  This was only another court date until I actually get a PROPERLY TRAINED CONSTITUTIONAL LAWYER.  Judge was a crusty old guy and you don’t fk with them too much, told him my magna carta rights were violated and I didn’t have to follow the law, told him my mental health was too bad and I couldn’t make myself attend court.  Told him until my health care was reinstated and I got constitutional lawyer I needed I wouldn’t be participating.  He pretended to ignore most of what I was saying.  A lawyer in the room volunteered that another lawyer had just rejected me as a client so LEgal Services Agency were trying to find another before 7 May.  So is Wellington Community Law Centre and Ann Rice at the Law Society.  I don’t believe they exist – its just a sick joke they tell people about justice that they don’t actually do.

Given same bail conditions then waiting in bail room told I have to go back to Masterton police station to pick up my belongings and shoes.   That judge said I am not allowed within 1 metre of unless it is an emergency.  I pointed that out to the court staff – who are always nice to me (most of them) so they phoned police station to get it organised.  I don’t trust Masterton police not to have me prosecuted for picking up my stuff.

Walked out of bail room had to go past security, getting a few flashbacks to melt-down I had there couple of months ago, but nothing I couldn’t handle.  Waved and smiled at the security guard I had yelled at and he smiled back – so that’s all sorted thankfully.  Will make it easier to go in teh building next time.

Lucky it wasn’t raining recently and I could walk around to police station in my socks.  Took my time getting sorted in foyer, getting shoes on, took a photo of where white ribbon banner USED TO BE, tehehehehe.  Although I was sitting in that police station after spending the night in cells, it was actually a WIN FOR ME not for them.  Every time this case goes to court it will be explained I threw paint on that banner because of injustice about police assault, threats and cover up.  Everybody who here’s my story thinks I am completely justified, including me.  I did perform an act of wilful damage but there was no injustice in my actions – so I can’t be prosecuted and punished.

A friend was in Masterton and was able to give me a ride home – back to my car I had left at Carterton Railway station the day before.  All the train guards will know I spent a night in the cells, its really cool how they follow what I do.  If I had seen judge in Wellington I wouldn’t have got a free ride home – that saved me $17.

Another successful guerrilla protest mission as the days go on only those things that left an impression are with me and things are fading, which is why I wanted to write it all down.  Hopefully too it will help/validate other people with stress disorders who have anything to do with the justice system and police.  Give them some ideas on how to deal with situations so they dont’ get too out of hand.

Lastly, when I got home I noticed a form attached to my things  –  Instructions for escorts to and from court.  The comment on me being suicidal was absolutely disgusting, full of lies and was just degrading me because of my suidical ideation, calling them vague threats of suicide.  After police had been so nice to read this was disturbing – who had written it, why would they write such a pile of BS that didn’t help guards whatsoever, in fact it made them more bigoted and easier able to discredit me.  I will be making a complaint about this form and some of the other things that happened and I also can’t praise some police staff highly enough for accommodating impairments related to my disorder/disability and making my stay in custody as easy as it could be for someone like me.

For activists, when you do finally get around friends you can talk to, spend a few hours debriefing and telling them about your experiences.  Have a long hot shower to wash away all the bad shit.  As soon as you can write a diary note about everything that happened, sign it, date it and you’ve already told someone about it.  This is important evidence if anything happens in future to address discrimination and problems that arose – like the revolting comment on transport documents – or not getting access to room prior to being moved and not getting breakfast.

When I got home, as I have said before on my website i got the news that all my ACC care is going to be reinstated after waiting eight years.  It seems surreal and I know once I get this care I won’t be having the melt-downs, self-harming and extreme torment I go through now in teh court system.  Wait until they see jayne in action and full strength – then I’ll kick some legal arse.

 

 

 

So much news I don’t know what to call this post – in New Zealand

Was arrested on Tuesday, transported to Masterton Wednesday & have next court date, but still no lawyer.  Was doing a protest at Health & Disability Commission, knowing there was a warrant out for my arrest, which is what I was picked up on.  I tried to get a lawyer to get me out of staying but it became to traumatic and my behaviour and mental health was really bad.  Lots of self-harming and freaking out.

 

So much to tell you about what happened during my time in custody, the good and the bad.

First, I also heard from my contact at Ministry of Health, high up in the Director of Health’s office.  ACC are reinstating my care, the have an OT organised who will be contacting me and a social worker/mental health worker to help me get a doctor and decent psychiatrist.  Also organise going back to gym, swimming and doing more with my music and art.

You wait until all that care and support kicks in and I can do protests and get arrested without self-harming and having these horrendous events.  Oh yeah and I”m terrified – EIGHT years since I won the ACC review – eight fucking years – those evil cruel scum.  I will continue to pursue human rights complaints against them at the United Nations.  They ruined my life – for what?

Getting a decent lawyer going to be biggest challenge, I’m still not stopping my human rights complaints about what has been happening and all the bigotry I encounter.  Just now I won’t be freaking out so badly with being so unsupported.  Also I should be able to present at select committees etc without freaking out – which would be good.

 

 

 

United Nations Application for intervention under special circumstances in New Zealand

Scouring UN documents I found a less formal, more urgent mechanism to get urgent action from the United Nations Commissioner on Human Rights.  Hopefully I have provided enough information to get the police off my back, plus the health care and lawyer I need to continue my fight for justice and professional care for me and other mentally injured abuse victims.

13 April 2018

 

 

Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights

United Nations Office at Geneva

8-14 Avenue de la Paix

CH-1211 Geneva 10

SWITZERLAND

 

 

Dear Sir/Madam,

 

Special Circumstances of Urgency and Sensitivity

 

I have been pouring over United Nations documents again as I attempt to put together yet another report/submission on human rights and other abuses I am experiencing and see around me. There is nobody I can tell about what is happening that will help me, you are my only hope to get health care, protection and justice I am entitled to.

 

This dispute between myself a govt health provider (ACC) and justice organisations has gone on for 15 years in total. More earnestly in the past 9 years since ACC illegally withdrew all my care and severely aggravated my stress disorder, tried to drive me to suicide – they were supposed to be helping me overcome.

 

They have ignored health professionals and myself in regards to my care, when they have no legal mandate to do so – they are a funder of health services so they proclaim therefore exempt from Health & Disability scrutiny. They have violated criminal laws which say no disabled person is allowed to be left in a position of harm – which ACC and New Zealand government have done many times, while I was screaming for help. (Crimes Act Sections 150A 151 155 157).

 

I am very unwell and have recurring bouts of chronic suicidal ideation – which is a living nightmare of torment. My stress disorder worsens as I continue to be denied professional rehabilitation and a safe home to live in that is required by law. ACC manipulate the police and have me dragged through court repeatedly. They refuse to name my ACC case manager (she has a false name of Sarah Jones) so she could be subpoenaed for a criminal/constitutional case I was involved in, for protesting about what was happening. They had their lawyer, who belongs to a top law firm in Wellington with a large staff, threaten my lawyer (a mum, with a part-time secretary & no permanent office) if they tried to subpoena the head of ACC Scott Pickering instead of the case manager they would start judiciary review proceedings and delay my case for months. I was very unwell and not coping at all with this court process, I could not get any services, I could not participate – I did not turn up to the second part of the court proceedings. I also had nine pages of statement withdrawn by my lawyer at the last minute, which was devastating and a miscarriage of justice. I went ahead and was acquitted of wilful trespass charges but charged with graffiti with chalk pen – after being insulted and discriminated against by two police officers – who then assaulted me and lied in court.

 

There was no point in delaying proceedings until I was well, because that was never going to happen until ACC reinstated my care and I was in a safe stable home, and they had been denying me care for years after winning the two ACC reviews. The latest round of protests were done because ACC started using the police to terrorise me using Misuse of a Telephone charge, for phoning them and leaving a message when I was very unwell and screaming to have my care reinstated. More than once they did this, then dropped the charges during the court hearings so the judge wasn’t aware of what my motivation was.

 

I desperately need a lawyer I have been unable to find one myself in 15 years & have several disasters, with a couple of successes.

 

I have never been able to get a lawyer to force ACC to do what the law says, I have a letter from my last criminal lawyer that I have serious unmet legal need. I have Wellington Community Law trying to find me a specialist Constitutional lawyer which I am entitled. Also the Wellington Law Society looking as well. My case is too complicated for majority of lawyers. Experts in constitutional laws are at all the large law firms that contract to the government. I have asked several of them to represent me and they tell me it would be a conflict of interest, plus of course they don’t do legal aid.

 

I can get legal aid, I just can’t get a lawyer. Legal Services Agency try and tell me I don’t have a case, which is incorrect and what qualifications and information do these people have to make such a statement. The justice system has been eroded for years under neo-liberal terrorism in order to harm the poor and deny them justice. The majority of who were disabled people with mental health issues – not being addressed and put under extreme economic strain and suffering criminal neglect.

 

Can you please tell ACC and the New Zealand government to provide me the professional treatment care rehabilitation and safe home I am entitled to under ACC and other laws & after winning two reviews in 2010/2011. Perhaps Zeid could phone our Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern and ask her directly to intervein in my case, please I would be very grateful, I am very unwell. So many around me are suffering and dying, please help us we are the human sewage of our neo-liberal controlled society.

 

Can you please acknowledge me as a Civil Society Actor so I can get the protection of the United Nations. I adhere to the handbook on Civil Society. This is my work and my story www.jrmurphypoet.com twitter @jrmurphypoetry – Youtube JR Murphy Poet – facebook /jrmurphypoetmusician . I don’t deny being challenging and controversial, especially in the area of suicide, inequality, mental health, human rights etc. Our society refuses to address the underlying issues to these damaging social problems. How I am being treated by the health and justice system and human rights organisations in New Zealand is proof of how corrupt it truly is. I am discredited, discriminated against, rejected and marginalised by those in authority. I have a lot of support in the community from others in the targeted minority group I belong to and other activists who understand the issues. They do not protest the way I do mostly out of fear. If the UN can protect me, they can protect other disabled Civil Society Actors and people who being persecuted can finally be heard and rescued.

 

Can you please arrange for me to see a lawyer that can be trusted perhaps a lawyer from outside New Zealand, I have lost faith in those here – they have profited hugely from government economic cruelty and lack of mental health services.

 

Can you please arrange an international human rights expert to look over my case. So the justice sector cannot discredit what I am saying because I am a lay-person with a mental health issue. Not a mental health issue that makes me a liar or unaware when my rights are being violated and I’m being discriminated against and terrorised purposely.

 

Can you please arrange for someone to keep checks on police visits to my home and legality of court proceedings following any non-violent political protest. I have tried to trespass police, they ignore me, I am especially terrified by ‘welfare visits’ regarding my mental health. I could give you several police officers names who support what I do and not what is happening to me and others.

 

Please protect me, Andrew Little gloated New Zealand and his government was a defender of Human Rights – he lied – he knows about my case and refuses to do anything. All I want is my health care back so I can heal from my mental injury and return to work so I can live with dignity and in safety. Flatting with strangers when you are disabled vulnerable and 53 yrs old is terrifying, flatting with people you know can be even more so our society is so dysfunctional in the ‘darklands’.

 

Please I don’t want to die, I don’t know how many more suicidal episodes I can go through without professional help. That I was turned down for only four months ago – the psychiatrist refused to work with me because I didn’t believe in psychotropic drugs. That was yet another violation of my rights. I don’t take those drugs for ethical and religious regions, ethical because I have done enough study and talked to enough people with CPTSD to know how sick they can make you. Religious because spirit told me not to touch them, I am a rescuer and it would damage my ability to protect myself spiritually when I was under attack from dark spirits – who I help pass over to the light – there are many people who do it.

 

I have so many other complaints of violations of my civil, political, economic, social, cultural, human, women and disabled rights. I desperately need my special circumstances taken into consideration, so help now will lead to justice being done in the future for me and other disabled mentally injured abused women.

 

When I try to bring together all my evidence I become severely overwhelmed and can’t deal with it, I become highly suicidal, self-harm and more. I need help, impairments related to my disability prevent me from making complaints to the United Nations under human, civil and disabled rights – I need those urgent things I have asked for above so I can participate fully in the human rights process.

 

I hope and pray you hear me, as leaders of my own country do not. The support I am asking for is a way for the United Nations to do something practical in the life of a disabled CSA with a life-threatening disorder. Someone from the very group of people with mental health issues who are making vast majority of complaints to the United Nations about human rights violations.

 

I have written many poems and songs about what my country is putting me and others through. Is it at all possible to facilitate an exhibition of my work, art, poems, music – I wrote all these things for the people who were harming me and didn’t want to see – those in positions of power over us. Can the United Nations stand by me, what I’m singing about, share my work and support me through their social media and extensive networks.

 

I noted at the first consultation meeting on the UPR of Human Rights in New Zealand the United Nations Association of NZ had a lawyer speaking for them – can I have access to these legal specialists perhaps? I have tried to get help from them before but they turned me away very rudely saying they didn’t deal with individual cases. That was several years ago. How can they speak on my behalf if they don’t want the details of what is happening to me, that only gets worse and more violent.

 

I have deeply held concerns about violations of what disputes can be put under a Tribunal and was shocked to realise such an important area of law as human rights was being adjudicated in such a manner. Tribunal members chosen by the same government violating human rights, which is a serious violation of separation of powers. Members that denied me a fair hearing of my human rights complaints.

 

In the next few months I will be participating in the UPR on Human Rights in New Zealand, also disability rights and economic social & cultural rights. I will discuss the issues as I see them and the solutions. But first I need to feel safe in my own home, if I am to do the work needed to participate in the justice process and have my human and other rights defended. This is why I have made this special request and hope with all my heart the United Nations agrees with me and can protect me, particularly under CSA rules.

 

Yours sincerely

 

 

 

 

JR

CIVIL SOCIETY ACTOR

 

 

Carterton

NEW ZEALAND

 

 

 

 

 

Government Corruption in New Zealand Justice System

I have been doing some investigation into human rights justice instruments supposed to protect human rights in New Zealand which quite obviously DO NOT in area of mental health.  A review of the Tribunals unit which is supposed to cover only issues that are not serious shows constitutional and life-death decisions of the government are being adjudicated there.  By people chosen by the government, this is a gross violation of separation of powers and is quite obviously where most corruption and human rights violations are happening.

 

Currently there is a review of the Tribunals law and new proposed law which will see even more civil & human rights violations along with persecution of people with psycho social/psychological disabilities, especially through our court/justice system.

 

This is a list of those justice issues in the Tribunal – note, govt chooses to set up Tribunals and not put them in a court:

 

Occupations Tribunal – for professionals from other countries to be registered

Disputes Tribunal – for monetary disputes up to $15,000 – soon to be $30,000

Motor Vehicle Dealer – registration, complaints etc

Real Estate Tribunal – complaints

Copyright – complaints

Abortion – registration of surgeons etc

Customs – complaints

Land and Title – complaints

Licenses and Certificates

Weathertight homes

Waitangi tribunal

IMMIGRATION – disputes

TAX – disputes

TENANCY – disputes

HUMAN RIGHTS – disputes

ACC – disputes

LAWYERS & CONVEYANCING – disputes

LEGAL AID – disputes

SOCIAL SECURITY – disputes

STUDENTS – disputes about entitlements

 

There is NO WAY disputes against the crown/government should be adjudicated in a Tribunal where the government chooses the members who make decisions.  Those above in capitals are part of our constitutional laws, the most blatant of those is Human Rights.

 

In my case I won two ACC reviews at the Tribunal and have been waiting 8 years for them to reinstate my care.

 

Constitutional law MUST BE PUT UNDER HIGH COURT OR SUPREME COURT SYSTEM – if New Zealanders value it like they say they do it should not be in a lowly Tribunal where government has complete control over it.

 

Government are using huge law firms to defend cases against some of the poorest and most victimized members of society – the playing field must be levelled.  As I have said before there must be a constitutional law service paid for by taxes – that matches all need in society, as required under law.  Constitutional law must be given its proper status in our commonwealth democracy that adheres to Rule of Law.

 

There must be a jury of our peers presiding over constitutional law decisions – Tribunal members and judges have failed us.

 

Disputes about torture must be taken from the Attorney-General, I have asked the Attorney-General for many years to allow me to take a case of Torture against ACC and others – I am refused.  I tried to do it myself and was told by Judge Davidson I was being malicious and I didn’t have consent of Attorney-General.  He also referred to Imperial Laws Application Act 1988

New Zealand Human Rights law cases should be heard in Supreme Court

It has become quite obvious to me over the past few days that having human rights cases heard in a Tribunal is grossly inapproriate & causing serious violations of United Nations declarations and Constitutional Law.  Our entire society is suffering and people are dying.

Human Rights violations of people with mental health are rampant and what 90% of citizens are complaining to United Nations about.   This is a constitutional law and yet it languishes in a Tribunal with members who aren’t even lawyers and are chosen by the government of the day – a gross violation of separation of powers expected in a democracy (a democracy YEAH RIGHT).

The oher tribunals involve material and financial matters – having tribunals dealing with the lives and deaths of 100,000s of people is grossly inappropriate and I believe a purposeful act of harm against an entire sector of society.  It denigrates constitutional and human rights laws.  Then there is the ACC tribunal which should not even exist, the conduct of this organisation in my case has been nothing less than psychological torture and persecution – gross violations of my rights and massive cause of harm – not just for me but many others.  They should be under health system, they have corrupted their current system and have no right to have it continue with the abomination they have created for many citizens (who own ACC).

WE DO NOT NEED A NEW CONSTITUTION – we need to empower the current one, moving cases to our expensive & beautiful Supreme court, which is only used 55 days a year at the moment,  is essential to ensuring the integrity of our constitutional laws. It must be free, the power of money imbalance must be addressed, this is why we have Rule Of Law.

There must also be legal representation for people who take cases of human & constitutional rights violations to court – I’m sure most would be like me and incapable of representing themselves.  Currently the government employs multiple expensive law firms to oppose people claiming human rights abuses, poor and sick people.  For my protesting criminal charges I get an overworked country lawyer out on her own and our opposition is law firm Meredith Connell with a team of over a dozen lawyers and support staff.  The scales of justice need to be evened up.

I can imagine there would be hundreds of good people, good lawyers who would jump at the chance to work in the area of human rights and constitutional law, especially for disabled and mentally injured abuse victims like me.  Who the government and society been screwing over for years.

You could run it through Public Defence Service across the road – cause very few of their lawyers know constitutional and human rights laws, its a specialist area, that does intersect with criminal law.  Also they can be complicated and time consuming, govt has run down the justice system just same as education and health (I believe to purposely harm society & profit from it).

Imagine walking into the Supreme Court and having our countries most senior judges sitting before you to hear your case against our own government that sits just across the road.  If I ever see that day – well – there will be tears.  What a dream though.

My Lifes in Boxes

My life’s in boxes little pieces
A wreckage on these hostile beaches
On TV paper radio
No-one says the things I know

The gods of war fight sick & poor
PR stands guard at every door
They numb the masses to the harm they cause
Tell me and others ‘the fault’s all yours’

Someone made a big mistake
Gave power and glory to those who take
Its social problems they created
Loved the rich & poor they hated

Our leaders ears are painted on
Responsibility they run from
Focus on what’s bright and new
Degrade, despise, reject the few

And those who call the good to action
Are considered some sort of loony faction
Where have this country’s morals gone
Protect the weak, curtail the strong

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