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Freedom to speak is the cardinal sin of political
interference during dynasty building for it cheekily inserts itself between
ruler and vision, particularly if the ruler is strong on ends and weak
on means. To some it's the bane of democracy; to many it lifts the game
into something altogether more personal, engaging, argumentative, and
perhaps even dangerous. But then politics is personal and democracy is
about you in particular; pretending it's otherwise is to fake a distance
that reduces its impact.
Politicians might be surprised to know just how many people are acutely
aware that political nepotism means something precise: the use of a public
position of trust to further your private ends at the taxpayers expense.
Visitors often remark: "So why don't people complain?" Well,
they do. But then complaints rise to meet the procedures set up to investigate
them, which, on the whole, are completely useless especially when those
caught out lying can still keep their jobs. As a result, people in private
life don't expect people in public office to tell the truth.
The Italians have known this for years. Wisely, they haven't trusted a
government since well before World War II. Italy is a country with lots
of rules that are rarely enforced and when they are everyone ignores them
completely. They have learned to disregard petty laws because every couple
of years a new government comes in and nails and entirely new set of laws
on the door of the karaoke bar in the village piazza.
When you don't trust a government, you develop a warm unspoken bond with
your fellow citizens. Everyone still gets up in the morning, goes to work
and pays the mortgage and throws a little cash at the local mayor and
the neighbourhood policeman to do a bit of plumbing and carpentry on the
side.
The government can rant and rage and lie and cheat all it wants - but
it won't make a bit of difference. This is why the EU works so well in
Southern Europe. Nobody pays the slightest bit of attention to what it's
saying.
*A 40 year veteran of commuting around Southeast Asia thinks that our
PM has observed Singapore and sees what he likes as a model for Thai society
to work towards: hi-tech, well ordered, dutiful. Trouble is, said the
veteran, to achieve this he'd have to run it like Dr Mahatir.
*Although ALMO sounds like an Australian lawn mowing company, perhaps
it's only to be expected that the organisation is far more curious about
who leaked the document rather then what the document was intended to
do.
*How times change. Up to a century ago if you wanted more money, you worked
harder, or longer or more cleverly. Now you stop working altogether. This
is much nicer and anyone can do it.
*Happiness comes in different guises. If you lived behind the Iron Curtain
in the old days happiness took the form of having the secret police knock
on your door at midnight enquiring 'Ivan Stravinsky?' and being able to
say: 'No, comrade, Ivan Stravinsky lives next door." Then closing
the door and muttering, "Thank God
," Today, if you live
in the Golden Emerald Golf Mining Triangle happiness is when no one asks
anything about you at all. At any hour.
*Although the United States will be spending US$346.5 billion on defence
this year, the internal escalators at the Pentagon are turned off on Saturdays
in order to save money.
*Regional police enquiries were raised to new levels of excellence last
week when a Cambodian intelligence officer assigned to the casino town
of Poi Pet to keep a look out for Duangchalerm, said he had been looking
but hadn't seen him yet, and even though gamblers claimed they'd seen
him all over the place, he was still trying really hard. Instructed to
monitor 'suspicious foreigners' using the casino the officer said he'd
spotted Duangchalerm's dad and his two other boys but as he sees them
every weekend, there was no need to be suspicious. As long as he's not
instructed to keep a look out for the Giant Rat of Sumatra leaving the
gaming tables, this guy seems destined for a rapid rise through the ranks.
*A woman was found guilty of assault and ill treating an animal when she
threw her pet iguana, called Igwig, at the doorman of the Anchor Inn in
Cowes on the Isle of Wight. (That's a bit of rock off the south coast
of a larger bit of rock). Igwig is still in custody, but the woman has
been allowed to see visit him. Still on the south coast, there's a problem
for digital radios users as just across the Channel, the French use the
same digital transmission to operate remote applications. So if a guy
switches on his radio in Portsmouth a 1,000 garage doors fly open in Calais.
I don't understand why this is a problem.
By Roger Beaumont
Available
at Bookazine
The Green Bicycle Case
Who shot Bella Wright on a lonely lane in Leicestershire?
By David Cocksedge - True Crime Series
THE COUNTRYSIDE around the city of Leicester is full of small villages
connected by old Roman roads or lanes bordered by high hedges. To the
north is the famous hunting centre of Melton Mowbray. Isabella Wright
(21) from Stoughton was a pretty girl of what was then charmingly known
as "good character", employed in a Leicester rubber factory
and engaged to a stoker in the British Royal navy. She had just posted
some letters in Evington village on 6 July 1919 when she cycled home and
then back to Leicester to meet friends at around 6.30pm. Her mother never
saw her alive again.
At 9.20pm that evening on Gartree Road a local farmer found Bella (as
everyone knew her) lying dead in the lane, sprawled by her bicycle. At
this time of year the roadside hedges were eight feet high, but just where
her body lay was an opening in the hedge overlooking a grassy meadow beyond.
She had been shot, with an entry bullet wound an inch below the left eye,
and a larger exit wound by her right ear. The next day Constable Hall
carefully examined the scene and found a .45 calibre bullet partly embedded
in the road seventeen feet from where her body had lain. He made another
strange discovery: the gate, which led into the field, had claw marks
of blood on it, with tracks of bloody claws from the body to the gate
and back. In the field constable Hall found a large dead bird with black
plumage, which had obviously gorged on Bella's blood until it died. The
police stated that the creature was a raven, but bird experts knew that
there were no ravens in the area, and they had never been known to drink
blood. The dead bird that had feasted on Ms Wright's blood-soaked face
had to be a rook or carrion crow.
Now police began to trace Bella's movements between 6.30 and 9.20pm that
summer evening, with daylight throughout the timeframe. At 7.30pm she
had ridden to her uncle's cottage in Gaulby and talked to him (Mr Measures)
and his son in law, Mr Evans. With her had been a stranger, riding a green
bicycle. The man waited whilst she spoke to her relative, exchanged some
small talk with Mr Evans, and then cycled away with her at around 8.40pm.
This stranger was obviously the last person to see Bella alive, and may
even have murdered her, motive unknown. She had not been robbed or sexually
molested. From descriptions given by Measures and Evans, the police offered
a reward for information about a man aged about thirty, 5'9" (1.75m)
tall, with slightly greying hair and a high pitched voice. This man also
rode a green bicycle. Many men in the Leicester area were questioned,
but the mysterious stranger was not located.
Then in February 1920 came a breakthrough. A canal boatman passing through
Leicester found his towrope snag on something in the water. Up came part
of a bicycle, and when the boatman dragged the area later, he hauled up
a bicycle frame, painted green. The police then fished out other parts
of the bike, along with a revolver holster and twelve ball and seven blank
cartridges in it. From the manufacturers in Birmingham via the serial
number police traced the bicycle to a Mr Ronald Vivian Light, a schoolteacher
in Cheltenham. A former Rugby Schoolboy, he had served as an army officer
in the Great (1914-18) War and during the summer of 1919 had been out
of work and living in Leicester with his mother. Suddenly it all began
to fit together.
When questioned by police, Mr Light denied everything. He said that he
had never owned a green bicycle, had never seen Bella Wright and had never
been in the village of Gaulby - and certainly not on that crucial evening
in July 1919. But he was positively identified by Measures and Evans,
placed under arrest and charged with murder. Then two young girls, Muriel
Nunney (14) and Valeria Green (12) said that they recognised Light as
a man who had followed and frightened them at around 5.30pm on the day
of the murder, and in the vicinity. Some of the bullets in the holster
were also similar to the one found in the road. At the trial, the prosecution
was able to prove that the green bicycle did indeed belong to Mr Light,
and that he had been with Bella Wright on the evening of 6 July 1919,
and had lied about almost everything.
But defending Mr Light was the formidable barrister Sir Edward Marshall
Hall. He did not deny most of the crown's case, and admitted that Mr Light
had indeed lied about meeting Ms Wright and had dumped his bicycle. But
when Sir Edward finished cross-examining the two girls, they emerged not
as two little innocent angels of justice. No, they were two busy little
brats who, feeding for months on sensational newspaper stories, found
a reason to feature in the trial by suddenly remembering something that
might have happened to them ten months before. In his summing up, the
presiding judge told the jury not to trouble themselves with the tainted
testimony of Misses Nunnery and Craven.
Light then stepped into the witness box and finally started to tell the
truth. Yes, he had met Ms Wright, a stranger to him, on the road to Gaulby.
He helped her straighten the front wheel of her bike, and they cycled
along together. Bella then visited her uncle in Gaulby whilst Light waited
outside, and talked to Evans. He then repaired a back wheel puncture on
his machine before accompanying Bella again on her journey to Stoughton.
They cycled along for ten minutes, and then parted company at a crossroads,
from where he cycled back to Leicester. On the following Tuesday he learned
of her death and became terrified when he realised that he was now a wanted
man. Light's shattered nerves from his war experiences may explain his
behaviour. He broke up the bicycle, then threw it into the canal with
the holster. In five hours of cross-examination, his story could not be
contradicted or disproved in any detail by the prosecution team.
Sir Edward was also an expert on firearms and maintained that a heavy
.45 calibre bullet, fired from seven feet away, as claimed, would have
blown the back of the unfortunate girl's skull away. He suggested that
the bullet found in the road might not be the fatal one at all. And there
were no witnesses to place Light and the young girl together on the Gartree
Road - the scene of the crime. The judge seemed to agree with the defence
and the jury debated the case for three hours. A packed audience in the
public gallery cheered the verdict of "Not Guilty!"
So who did kill Isabella Wright? After 83 years, we will never know. The
most plausible theory is that this was no murder, but a tragic accident.
A hunting party of farmers armed with shotguns and rifles was known to
be in the area that day, culling the local crow population. It is certainly
feasible that Bella was felled by a stray rifle bullet as she cycled innocently
along Gartree Road that fateful evening. High velocity rifle rounds can
travel two kilometres or more, and could blast right through a human skull,
even at that range. And what of the mysterious crow, lying dead, gorged
with Bella's blood in the adjoining field? On that strange and macabre
aspect of the case, your guess is as good as mine.
(Research - 'The Green Bicycle Case' by Edmund Pearson, Xanadu Publications)
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