Musings from the back of the high court

**Not actual stains on blue carpeted High court walls (but you get the idea.)

Yuk, I was so tired yesterday that I forgot just for a moment that the light blue carpeted wall behind my head bore the yellow stained imprint of hundreds of greasy heads of hair and I leaned back against it just for a moment. Fear of contracting high court cooties drove me to the front row for the first time in two weeks but that wasn’t my only motivation. Along with a number of other women I wanted to provide a friendly show of solidarity for a witness in need of support.

I have been fortunate in that I have not been called as a witness to this trial. I do not envy any witness in a high court case. Being grilled for hours or days at a time is not pleasant. It is hard to decide whether it is worse being cross-examined by a professional or being cross-examined by a self-represented person.

I have already reached the point where I have had enough and want to go home to peaceful Whangaparaoa but the trial will not be over till it is over. The three-week timetable has gone out the window thanks to the latest revelations which have added a sickening flavour to the proceedings.

Yesterday was the most packed the courtroom has ever been. There was a lot of interest in the case and it didn’t disappoint. There were tears and tissues, facts and fiction and more twists and turns than a really twisty turny thing.


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If you agree with me that’s nice but what I really want to achieve is to make you question the status quo. Look between the lines, do your own research. Do not be a passive observer in this game we call life.