SET TO GO
A day of Arrest, Lies and Harassment.
It’s very early on Tuesday morning.
I’m trying to explain, briefly, given how tired I am, what took place this past Monday.
In “The Jersey Way”.
All I can do is provide you with a brief narrative at the moment. With a little background information.
I, and those of my constituents I have been working with in respect of the Jersey Child Abuse Disaster, know – all too well – the utterly corrupt, stagnant and Kafkaesque environment we contend with in Jersey.
We are faced with a massive variety of corruptions – entrenched and virtually unchallengeable – within this little fiefdom ruled by an elite made barking-mad by dint of zero challenge to their abuses of power over the centuries.
A state of affairs Jack Straw seems entirely content with.
The inevitable disintegration of the credibility of the Jersey oligarchy has been triggered by the Jersey child abuse disaster.
And it is that issue – amongst others – I have been fighting to expose; fighting on behalf of a wrecked and abused cohort of my constituents – who have been repeatedly betrayed over the decades by “authority” in Jersey.
And as though any further proof were needed of just how stagnant and corrupt the “system” in Jersey is – we come to what Bill Bailhache enacted against me today.
I’m happy to say, under oath when the need arises, that everything have done as a politician – especially in the context of the Jersey Child Abuse Disaster – has been in the public interest.
And – indicative of how corrupt and stagnant power is in Jersey – it is me who feels the weight of the oligarchy’s displeasure.
Today, at 9.00am, I stepped out of my home to go across to my car to get my iPod.
I had taken perhaps three steps when four unmarked police cars descended upon me, with a total of around eight police officers.
In a scene like something out of a New York cops & robbers TV programme, I was surrounded, a cop grabbed my arm, and told me I was under arrest.
I hadn’t planed to leave my home that day, so hadn’t’ yet showered, shaved or put on smart clothes. I was just going to get my iPod.
Obviously, the cops had been planning this for some weeks, and on this particular occasion, had – for reasons I’ll explain later – been waiting outside my home for me to leave the premises.
So I stepped out of the door and the mob of cops descended upon me as though I were a terrorist or a drug dealer.
I knew, instantly, what was going down.
The lead cop grabbed my arm, and told me I was under arrest; I asked what for, and he said data protection offences.
I asked him who had authorised this action.
He would not respond.
He and his colleague stated they were taking me under arrest to the police station.
Being dressed scruffily, I asked if I could, at least, get a clean T-shirt.
Four of the cops quickly rushed me into my home so I could get a clean T-shirt.
At that point I asked the lead cop for a copy of the search warrant.
He initially said, ‘yes’ – but within half a second – after having semi-reached into his jacket pocket, said “no, actually, we will give it to you down the station”.
No search warrant was, in fact, issued, and concomitantly, no such search warrant was ever furnished to me.
I was rapidly taken from the house and placed in an unmarked police car. I wanted to make a phone call with my mobile, but it was taken from me, and I was denied use of it.
Whilst being driven to the police station, the ransacking of my home began by an army of police officers, as though I were a terrorist or drug-dealer.
Two points should be noted.
The act of arresting me in a pseudo- emergency manner was plainly an abuse of power, an abuse of process and an unambiguous breach of my human rights as guaranteed under the European Convention on Human Rights.
As had been made clear to the police – a priori – some months earlier, I would have been perfectly content to attend the police station on a voluntary basis, should the police feel they had any need to interview me.
This offer was ignored.
And secondly, the searching of my home in the manner undertaken was plainly unlawful and a criminal act.
So I was taken into the police station, and put through the standard procedure for admitting criminal suspects.
I asked if I could make my phone-call.
I was – and this was recorded – told that I could not make a phone call. Instead, if I gave the admitting officer a name, they “would phone the person for me”.
Under the circumstances, the name I asked them to phone was a journalist at the Jersey Evening Post.
I took the view that the most important thing I could do from a public interest perspective, was ensure that word got out that the oligarchy have started arresting anti-establishment politicians and searching their homes.
I was then stripped of my possessions – mobile phone, wallet, etc – and was left in only the clothes I was wearing, though even then, my belt was taken from me, so had to walk around holding my trousers up.
I was held under arrest in the police station for approximately seven hours – with around an hour & three quarters spent being interviewed, and the remaining time being locked in a small, ground-floor arrest cell.
I must give thanks to Hiren Mistry and Advocate Philip Sinel, who ditched their day’s work to assist me.
During the interview, I responded “no comment” to every question I was asked.
Hell – I thought if it’s good enough for ex-cop child rapists like Danny Wherry – then I must be OK for me.
Notwithstanding repeated requests, I was not supplied with the “search book” which is supposed to itemise everything that was seized from my home during the day-long search.
In fact, as the time in my lonely cell wound on – the excuses for not providing me with the search book expanded.
This reached the point at which I was told a copy would be left for me at my home, for me to view if, and when, they released me.
I was eventually released – but no description of the seized items was left at my home.
I asked the police officers if I was going to be held overnight, could it be at La Moye, Jersey’s prison, rather than the cop-shop – as I had a load of my constituents who are abuse survivors there, and I needed to make another visits to them.
Well, I mean it’s all tax-payers’ money – so one should maximise efficiency.
When eventually released, I wasn’t allowed out of the front door – because some of the Jersey media were there, and the cops wanted to try and minimise the PR damage, so they sent me out – still clutching up my trousers, and carrying my bagged possessions – from the van entrance.
But fortunately, the media were wise to this stunt and filmed me coming out the door and walking towards the car-park.
I met the journalists, and gave them my account of events.
For all those hours I was left locked in a windowless, airless cell, there was a ladybird trapped with me. I was able to catch it in a paper cup and to take it out with me and release it into the grass.
No doubt, I and others, will have a great deal to write about during the coming days, so I won’t go into detail now.
But just reflect on these points.
I have been subjected to a massed police raid, arrest and a total home search.
I have been locked in a cell for 7 hours.
I was lied to by the cops on several occasions.
I was denied my Rights.
They initially told me they had a search warrant – then said they wouldn’t show it to me at the moment of arrest, but would show it to me at the police HQ.
To this moment no such search warrant has been even shown to me – let alone furnished to me in copy form.
I also repeatedly asked for the identity and hierarchy of those who had authorised this action against me.
I was told I would be furnished with that data – but in the event, I was not supplied with it.
When arrested, I said I wanted to make a phone call.
They told me I had no right to make a phone call.
On admission to the cop-shop, I repeated my request to make a phone call.
The cops said that I couldn’t – and that if I gave them the number of the person I wanted to be contacted, they would call them on my behalf.
Only around four hours later did a cop finally acknowledge that I had a right to place a personal phone call, so I rang Ben Queree, a Jersey Evening Post journalist.
Whilst explaining to him what had occurred, the cop in attendance grew increasingly agitated and put me under quite improper pressure to end my phone call.
The call was ended as I was explaining to Ben Queree that if they kept me in overnight, I wanted it to be at the Jail.
The cop lost patience at this point and said “this is absurd”, and required me to end the call.
About an hour later after another lock-in, I was simply told I could leave.
Several strange events took place at this stage.
I was, again, told I would be given a copy of the seized property itemisation – but was given no such document.
I asked when they were going to charge me – or declare me free from suspicion.
They told me that I “will remain under investigation” – effectively, indefinitely.
And bizarrely – given all the cautioning and questioning they had put me through – they took those last 60 seconds or so to tell me that I was under investigation, and under caution, for “harassment” – this obviously because I’ve been exposing – on my blog – the malfeasances of people like Bill Bailhache, Michael Birt, mass—murdering psychopaths, child rapists – ex-cops amongst them – and a variety of senior figures who have perverted the course of justice by concealing such crimes.
So let me summarise the day’s events in happy, sunny Jersey.
I’m the only politician trying to expose decades of child abuse.
For my pains, I step out of my home this morning and am immediately arrested by a grouping of eight cops in four unmarked police cars.
The said cops lie to me by asserting they have a search warrant. Only hours later citing some part of police arrest procedure which is designed to enable emergency searches of property.
The Jersey cops thus carry out a manifestly ultra-vires and criminal search of my home – unlawfully taking property.
In doing so, they utterly ignore the relevant Articles of the data protection law which state – quiet unambiguously – that in the case of a supposed need to search premises in connection with alleged data protection offences – they have to obtain a search warrant.
A warrant signed either by the Attorney General – Bill Bailhache – or a Jurat.
But not wanting to do that – Bill Bailhache instead advises the police to circumvent the law requiring a search warrant, and instead to abuse and misapply PACE so they can search my home after waiting for me to step outside my door.
So here I sit – trying to recover from the day’s events which were inflicted upon me because of my attempts to fulfil my political duty to my constituents – and to oppose and expose child abuse – and the criminal concealment of such abuse.
And all this whilst a variety of child batterers, child rapists, and those who have concealed or failed to prosecute such crimes – remain scot-free and un-harassed.
Fascinatingly – the cop leading this persecution of me is one officer Minty; a man who is, by all account, deeply enthusiastic in this action against me.
Interestingly – he is also the very self-same police officer who has been furnished with evidence – and extremely well informed witnesses – to the effect that a Minister of the States of Jersey has criminally abused his position to take kick-backs for supporting planning developments.
Yet Mr. Minty – and his very good friend, who he leaks information to – Bill Bailhache – regard the brazen corruption of gangster politicians to be “not criminal offences”.
But, somehow, these two titans of law enforcement and ethics feel a pressing need to mount a massed-raid on my home, turn it upside down, leave filth on the carpets, leave fragments of food from the up-ended bins laying in the kitchen floor, arrest me, hold me for 7 hours in a locked cell, seize my property, terrify my constituents and abuse and cast aside the due process of the law.
It really isn’t difficult – is it – to see why this collection of shysters wanted to unlawfully suspend the Chief of Police, Graham Power.
Straight cops are the very last thing these adherents of “The Jersey Way” need.
Perhaps now they’ve attempted to intimidate me, they think they’ll be able to start taking bribes from tow-truck operators again?