rabid babies
wrote:
Subject: thought you might find this interesting. The other
view of Corby.
got this email this morning. Apparantly
from a article in the Herald Sun.
My gut is she's innocent, but there's a few interesting
and valid points in this.... Text from the Herald Sun follows:
Corby and the mob
Andrew Bolt
01jun05
AND now to the verdict on the
Schapelle Corby case. I find the defendant guilty of xenophobia,
spite, boorishness and a self-righteous tribal hysteria.
No, I don't mean Corby.
I'm referring to the weeping
and bellowing mob that is demanding we do all it takes --
even starve the poorest Indonesians -- to free this convicted
drug trafficker. "Our" Schapelle.
What a shock to see the beast
of mob rule roar like this, and in support of a woman who
seems on the evidence more likely to be guilty than she's
painted.
Yes, Corby may be as innocent
as she says. But picture how she must look, and how we all
now look, to an Indonesian, whether a judge or a citizen.
Here is a surfer girl who worked
as a bar hostess in Tokyo's nightclub area, flying into Bali
for reportedly the fifth time in six years.
(Corby, a student beautician
who'd scraped up cash from working at a fish-and-chip shop,
told 60 Minutes she'd been to Bali "five or six times
since I was 16".)
Customs officials screen her
bags and detect something suspicious. They watch her, and
later tell a court she seems nervous. Her bodyboard bag is
more than twice its usual weight, bulging with an extra something
the size of a stuffed pillow.
Actually, she says later, she'd
only dragged her bag, and had so much other luggage she couldn't
tell its weight was unusual, or that there was anything inside
but a bodyboard and flippers. Yes, well.
Two police and two customs officials
agree on what happened next. They say Corby's brother James
carried the bag for her to the customs area, where officer
I Gusti Nyoman Winata asked her to open it.
Corby zipped open the front
pocket. Now the main zip, demanded Winata. "The suspect
(seemed) to panic," he later testified. "When I
opened the bag a little bit, she stopped me and said, 'No!'
"I asked why. She answered, 'I have some . . .' She looked
confused."
ABC's Lateline showed Winata
re-enacting Corby's lunge to stop him opening her bag. He
seemed as honest as Corby does, and said he had no doubt of
her guilt.
Winata looked inside and found
4.1kg of top-quality marijuana, stowed in two airlock plastic
bags, one tucked inside the other.
What is it, he asked?
"It's marijuana,"
the officials heard Corby reply.
Keep thinking how this all must
look to an Indonesian. Who would you believe?
Think how it seems when the
marijuana turns out to be hydroponically grown, and worth
anywhere up to $80,000 in Bali, where it is prized by expatriates
who are sick of the weak local weed and feel safer buying
from a tourist. Big profits.
Keep picturing. The Indonesians
learn that Corby, although having no criminal record, comes
from a wild and woolly family.
One of her brothers is in jail
for burglary and stealing, her mother is on to her fourth
partner after having six children by three men. Her father
had a minor conviction some 30 years ago for possessing marijuana.
Sure, none of that makes her
guilty, but how would all this make Corby seem to an Indonesian?
Here's a tip: Not like she came from the responsible land
of the straight-and-narrow.
It gets worse. Corby's defence
team is soon headed by a salesman who looks like a spiv and
is a former bankrupt who still owes creditors plenty.
Her main defence witness becomes
an alleged rapist flown in from a Melbourne jail to tell how
he heard some crook who'd heard some other crook say Corby
was unwittingly carrying drugs for crooks operating at the
Brisbane and Sydney airport terminals.
With Australians like this behind
Corby, it's a wonder the whole country wasn't tossed into
the cell with her.
The judges are then asked to
believe these unknown smugglers took the marijuana into a
high-security area at Brisbane in easy-to-see-through plastic
and popped it into a random bag to be flown to another high-security
area in Sydney.
Why the smugglers would do that,
rather than simply drive the drugs down to Sydney by car,
all safe, no one can say. That they then let their valuable
drugs fly off to Bali is another mystery.
No wonder our own Australian
Federal Police Commissioner Mick Keelty dismissed Corby's
theory as "flimsy". Corby's judges must have thought
her team took them for idiots.
Idiots? They soon learned plenty
of Australians took them for far worse. And now it was not
Corby on trial, and losing, but Australia.
In one heady spasm, hundreds
of thousands of Australians became certain that Corby the
beautiful battler was in fact innocent.
Suddenly she was the star of
a reality-TV Perils of Pauline -- complete with cartoon-like
big breasts, every-woman prettiness and more tears than a
soapie. It helped the plot that she was repeatedly filmed
hands bound and besieged, pale in a jabbering, jostling crowd
of brown foreigners.
Damn those natives. "The
judges don't even speak English, mate, they're straight out
of the trees, if you excuse my expression," raged 2GB
Sydney fill-in host Malcolm T. Elliott.
"Whoa, give them a banana
and away they go."
Others screamed that the judges
were lying Muslims out for revenge (in fact, the chief judge
was a Christian, and the other two Hindus).
Newspapers attacked Indonesia's
courts as corrupt and their jails as temples of "gloating
sadism" where there was "little sympathy of foreigners,
for which you may perhaps read Christians". Save "our"
Schapelle from the demon heathen!
No surprise, then, that Indonesian
officials here were bombarded with so many threats and insults
that Foreign Affairs Minister Alexander Downer had to plead
for them to be left alone. What would we say of Indonesians
if our own diplomats were monstered like this?
Now Corby's defenders demand
we boycott struggling Bali. Actor Russell Crowe, among others,
even warned Indonesia to remember we gave money for its tsunami
victims -- as if we only gave charity in exchange for passes
out of jail.
Sick, but the feeling has grown.
The Salvation Army, out on its Red Shield appeal, had to promise
not to send donations to Indonesia. Let their poor suffer
for "our" Schapelle.
Meanwhile, radio hosts insisted
the Prime Minister call the Indonesian President to fix things
in court for Corby, as if such interference wasn't plainly
corrupt.
Worryingly, even senior politicians
lost their heads in the hysteria, with Justice Minister Chris
Ellison vowing to try bringing Corby home in a "one-off"
prisoner exchange. The other 150 Australians in jail overseas
should get breast implants.
HAVE we lost our heads? Are
we really such a vile rabble?
What must Indonesians make of
this hissing mob that threatens their diplomats, vilifies
their country, blackmails them with aid and treats their judges
as the corrupt playthings of our politicians? And all this
for the sake of a convicted drug smuggler who seems quite
probably guilty, and only possibly innocent.
Even our whinges about their
drug laws must seem bizarre. Guess who truly has the worst
laws -- Indonesia, which gave Corby 20 years' jail for having
4.1kg of marijuana; or Victoria, which meanwhile gave a mere
12-month community service order to a teacher found with 29kg
-- and let her keep her teaching licence?
So how must we seem to Indonesians?
Like barbarians, or even terrorists, and it's hard at the
moment to think them very wrong.
HeraldSun.com.au
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