After the initial shock of not only being falsely arrested, but falsely charged, my fight or flight instinct kicked in. (I chose fight of course) I still did not fully comprehend the enormity of the conspiracy against me. I still could not believe that police in this great land could be able to stoop this low. I naively clung onto the pathetic thought that it was all just a big mistake, that they would succumb to the obvious truth and withdraw the charges. On the Monday following my arrest I went to the chamber magistrate’s office in Manly and had a little chat. We discovered that Mooney had no right whatsoever to take my security licence, only the security industry registry had that power. I gleefully went back to the serpents nest and gave the hissing serpent Mooney a subpoena to attend the court the very next day to answer the charge of illegally impounding my property. I think then that the penny dropped that they were in for one hell of a fight. As she snatched it out of my hand, I advised her that she had better be in court next day in person to defend this charge.
Next day in court, Mooney and O’Brien had morphed from hissing vipers into snake oil saleswomen. First, they gave me back my licence, then took it back immediately after giving me the proper documents from the security industry registry. They were all smiles for the magistrate and my solicitor, but they could not meet my glare. They smugly came up with another trick, this time they happily changed my bail conditions from “not work as a security guard” to “not work in licenced premises”. The trick was this; they implied that the security industry registry would succumb to the overwhelming support I had from the government department where I worked and allow me to work on a restricted licence at ….. They knew damn well that I had worked there for many years without touching anybody, unless it was to administer first aid. This was opening the door for me to keep my day job and my solicitor saw this as a win. However, a month later the verdict returned from the security industry registry- “declined due to the serious nature of the charges”. Mooney and O’Brien knew this all along. So now I could not work at my day job or my night job; or even work as a barman or glassy because it was "work in licenced premises. So, for daring to subpeona them, they retaliated by financially destroying me.
A set back to be sure, but not enough to stop me; I was warming to the fight. I found some chinks in the law and appealed to the Attorney Generals department. After another month passed, I received notification that they would hear my appeal. My solicitor was not interested as he said it would be “impossible”, that “no one else had ever accomplished it” and to “not waste my time”. He did not at that time fully understand how stubborn and determined I was.
3 days before I went to court, I found a mutual friend of senior inspector Bell of D.Y. police (the admitted framer and blatant whitewasher) and this mutual friend hand delivered him the speech I intended to read to the magistrate 3 days later.The inspector ignored me, still thinking I would wilt under the pressure. I went to court, represented myself, and set an Australian precedent by getting back my licence, whilst facing such massive charges, in the reduced capacity that I sought (to not work in licenced premises); completely humiliating D.Y. licencing and their corrupt minders. Their little trick backfired on them; outwitted by a security guard. However, they did not want to give my licence back. After the 3rd time in a row of being given pathetic excuses why they could not give it to me, (see internal affairs-complaint letter 2 in "mates investigating mates" chapter) I threatened them with a contempt of court charge and handed them a letter of defiance to sign; they called my bluff so I drove to the chamber magistrates office, but just as I got there, Hennessy rang and said they had “found my licence”. It was the same brinkmanship with the CCTV evidence. At one of my dozen or so court appearances before trial, the prosecutor said that the police were not able to copy the disc, so I arranged for my own CCTV expert to download the data; however, 10 minutes before we showed, they rang to say they had my copy.(see internal affairs letters-complaint letter 2 in the "mates investigating mates chapter)"
Now that I had my licence back, and I was once again a government employee; I had a parapet from which I could launch wave after wave of email assaults. I really went into overdrive when my solicitor found out through an internal police source (Mooney I think, he would not say) that the police had been "after me for a while". Now it clicked, I had been set up, blatantly set up; so blatantly that it was just too obvious. Apparently the cops didn’t like me throwing them out of the Surfrock. They thought that flashing their badges should intimidate me. They just couldn’t understand why I would ignore who they were. That I forced them to follow the rules just like every body else. Now it all made sense. Of course they couldn’t make such fundamental mistakes; they weren’t mistakes, that was their M.O. They purposely only listened to one side of the story, discounting anything that was contrary to what they wanted to hear, then overcharged the shit out of me so that I would be forced to beg for the right to plead guilty to the minor charge, and then still force me to fight the massive charges. I was never going to beg. They knew what sort of man I was. But I was never supposed to win. I was supposed to go to jail for a long time.
Well, the game was up, the battle lines drawn, war commenced. The very next day I sent a war cry email to the serpents nest, I cc’ed it to the PIC, internal affairs, all the media and the Ombudsman. I demanded a face to face meeting immediately with a high ranking officer. The Ombudsman must have given them a kicking because the serpents contacted me immediately and succumbed to my request. As my solicitor may be ineligible to give evidence in my upcoming trial if he accompanied me, I went by myself. They taped my complaints, all 90 minutes of them (listen to "police interview" at top of this page), and then did nothing. Meanwhile I kept up an incessant email barrage against them, every week I would sent inflammatory emails to them and CC them to the usual gang. They were hurting, but they could do nothing to stop me, as everything I said was true.
After a few months of this withering fire, I received a phone call from Inspector Bell, who invited me in for “a little chat”. For the 2 hours we spent alone in the charge room, I let him have it, both barrels. I let him know that if they were going to have this enormous power to destroy lives, then they owed it to society to get it right, without letting personal hatred factor in their decisions. He tried to intimidate me but he was going to listen, wether he like it or not. He fessed up to the set up, but said, in as many words, that they were "untouchable" and to “do your worst”. I threatened him that if he forced me to use the only truly independent witness as a human shield, just like a terrorist would do, who had come forward in disgust after hearing the charges against me, then I would never relent until all that had a hand in this were effectively destroyed. I reminded him that this gentleman was on sickness benefits as he was unable to work, had bulging discs in his neck, and that his doctor had advised him that one punch to the head could kill him; and that he drank in the same hotels as the commandos and Narrabeen Sharks. He said it was too late now, they could not turn back. These unscrupulous pricks were now risking an innocent mans life.
I informed him that I was working at DY Tenpin as well as the …., and that even though this was licenced premises, so was …., so the spirit of the magistrates ruling would apply there as well. I basically dared him to take my security licence again.
They had to wait for further revenge as they were now fully aware of the capacity of their opponent, and they got sneakier. As their tactics had destroyed my wealth, coupled with the overwhelming legal fees, I was desperate for funds. I had been living on home brand tuna and potatoes, which was a far cry from my former $400.00 per week bodybuilding diet that I was used to. The job at the Tenpin bowling alley was less than a kilometre from the serpents nest. I knew they would be tearing out their hair in frustration at this disregard for their authority, but I had lost all respect for them, and treated them with disdain. They were too gutless to confront me; so, after months of working right under their noses at my second job, they sent 2 previously unseen licencing detectives to the Tenpin 2 days before Christmas to again illegally confiscate my security licence. This meant I could not work at either of my 2 jobs giving me no funds up to and including trial. They felt brave enough to do it then as my trial was due to start at the end of January and the courts had all closed for the break, leaving less than 10 days court time before trial, not leaving me enough time to again have a magistrate from the Attorney Generals department over rule them. It was their last spiteful act before war commenced in earnest. Little did they realise the beating they would receive in the court room. (see THE TRIAL chapter and the transcript)
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