timtufuga's Journal in December 2005
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A policeman's vendetta since high school.
Saturday,Dec 10 2005, 10:25:00 PM (Last updated: Saturday,Dec 10 2005, 11:25:50 PM)
I have lived in Queensland for quite sometime now and I have gotten used to the antics of the Queenland Police Services. As a Samoan man born in New Zealand I am listed as part of the Queensland Police Services USUAL SUSPECTS category. With this deliberate process of racial and sectarian intimidation which has now been ongoing now since we first arrived here in 1981, we, that is my late mother my sister and I, have gotten used to this treatment. The history thus far.... 1981: My mother arrives from New Zealand, alone without a spouse. Works in a textile clothing factory for about a decade and pays her taxes and brings into Australia her only two offsprings, my sister and I. My sister returns to NZ in Jan 1982, returns in 1984. In December 1982, I return with my mother to NZ for an AOG conference I remain and mum returns to work in Australia. 1984: Mum becomes an Australian citizen. My sister returns to Australia and lives with her in Dutton Park. 1985: I return to Brisbane and rejoin mum and my sister. I re-enrol into Brisbane State High School. I play in the second XV in 1985, then in the first fifteen in 1986. 1986: We move to Beenleigh. 1987: I am at BSHS, complete High School and return to live with my father in Samoa whom I had met for second time ever in 1986 during our AOG conference in Apia, Samoa. Previously I had met my father as an eight year old and had nothing to do with him at all until 1986, then in 1988-89 when I lived with him and his wife and offsprigs in Toomatagi, Apia and enrolled into the National University of Samoa. During the Schoolies week, I was drinking at the Broadbeach Beergarden and intervened in Richard Shuttleworth's fight with some Southport Firsatfifteen rugby players. I was the only person arrested and was charged for 'disorderly conduct'. I was the only darky amongst the schoolies in the melee, and, yes I was the only one arrested. The boys paid my $50 bail as a thank you for helping out. When I was a repeat at Brisbane State High School, due in most part because I had arrived in the second semester at BSHS in 1985, and played in the 2nd fifteen. In 1986, I was committed to the first XV and to my grade 12 studies as well as being distracted by my girlfriend at the time. She too performed ordinarily as well and we broke up and she repeated as well. She went on to University of Queensland. Eventually I too ended up at UQ as well but not until 1993. Meanwhile, when I was in grade 12 in 1987, in my geography class a fellow repeat insulted me in class and made racial remarks which I took an exception to and promised to deal with him after class. Graham Martin was in the forth fifteen, he was taller than I and was a second rower in the fourths in 1986. I met Graham after class and we exchanged memory notes and before he could throw a punch I floored him with a left hook to his face. With one punch he had two black eyes, chipped tooth, and a swollen nose afterwards and was on the ground seeing stars. I was sent to Mr. Bookalil's office, he was then the deputy Principal, a Lebanese Australian. I was reprimanded severely by the deputy Principal and since I had been a person of good character at the School and had played in the first fifteen the previous year, I was asked to apologise to Graham in the office right then, and to end it right there and then. I apologised to this half of a man for provoking me in the first place. As it turns out he was taken to the Princess Alexander Hospital and was treated by his sister, who happened to be a nurse in the PAH. She was furious at her brother coming into the hospital and wanted a criminal outcome for myself, according to Graham. In 1988, Graham Martin left Brisbane State High School and enlisted into the Queensland Police Force. He went straight from High School to Oxley Police Academy. I did not hear anything about him until I spoke to John Plath, my first fifteen team mate, and the Brisbane Broncos Super Sub during the 1990s, who said that my old mate was a QPS Constable. He had been promoted since then obviously and perhaps to senior constable or higher by now. I should have known back then that a lame rugby player would become a QPS officer hell bent on revenge. When I returned to the PAH as a victim I should have remembered the surname of Martin, Graham's older sister the nurse. 1988: Whilst working in Sanctuary Cove in the Gold Coast, I was driving home in my sister's Gemini and was pulled over on an RBT by the Gold Coast Police branch, I was charged for unlicensed driving, speeding, drink driving and stating false name. It was late in the morning when the RBT was initiated, I had slept in the car overnight and then woke up and drove home. I was travelling at the same speed as the traffic in front and behind me which was around 80 kilometres an hour. I was not over the limit and the guilt I do have is, in fact, being unlicensed. I was Tim Tufuga except I had not any official travelling documentation to prove that I was who I said I was. I had travelled with Tim Tauvae on my passport which is my mother's other maiden surname, her father's name. I had to travel to New Zealand and to explain myself to the Internal Affairs. I did not do this until 1999. I never felt the urgency then. My sister and I simply used Mum's deed poll. The Australian authorities were so pendantic about such IDs that we were accused of identity fraud because of my mum's name change. I was found guilty of the charge and was fined $500. I forgot the fine when I left for Samoa to join my father. A QPS warrant was issued for my arrest which emanated from the Beenleigh Police Station in 1988. It continued until I returned to Australia under my father's surname and the Queensland police was still hunting me. I was already in the country. Mum had already paid the $500 fine and the $300 for default of payment. The QPS was still issuing an arrest warrrant for expiration of a traffic fine in 1988. 1990: from Samoa to Wellington, NZ for further undergraduate studies at Victoria University of Wellington. I was continuing my BA that I had commenced in Samoa and was now focusing on a political science major. 1991-92: On New years eve, whilst in Motueka, South Island, NZ, I was attacked by a group of men in the Fearons Bush camp site, I had recevied a fractured skull, and was hospitalised in the Nelson Hospital, in Nelson, New Zealand. I had received an workers compensation for a while before I had returned to undergraduate studies in VUW in 1992. I had deferred soon afterwards because I had concentration problems and I was working in a nightclub in Wellington at the time. 1993: I had returned to Brisbane after not quite recovering from Motueka. I had enrolled at the University of Queensland to finally complete my BA degree at long last only needing three more undergrad subjects. I was instructed to undertake a further eight subjects for my troubles. In November, 1993, whilst celebrating the end of year exams, I went out drinking at the Royal Exchange Hotel, in Toowong, Brisbane. After midnight I was making my way home by lining up at the taxi rank at Sherwood road. I was accosted by a group of white men and was assaulted receiving a fractured right jaw. I had decided to pursue my assailants only to have another of the group come from behind me. I had decided to parry with a kick to this would be assailant. I had succeeded in kicking this person on the head and he proceeded to fall onto the bitumen. He had sustained a fractured skull in the process. I was charged for causing one count of GBH. This was a first time offence and in months afterwards, with delays and adjournments, even when I was trying to complete my undergraduate studies at UQ, I was working, playing rugby league and preparing for my defense. In the end I had no defence because I was advised firstly by my legal counsel and by my father that I ought to plea guilty fr the charge of GBH. I did not go to any trial and was sentecned by a DCJ Manus Boyce for three years imprisonment with a nine month minimum period before parole. In December 2nd, 1994 I was imprisoned in the Brisbane Watchhouse for a couple of days without seeing any sunlight, then was transported to Arthur Gorrie Prison for nearly a month for induction before I was transported to the Borallon medium and maximum prison in next to the Amberley Airforce Base. I had served my time in Borallon until I was released on Home detention and community service for some three months afterwards, this was in September, 1995. In December, the 11th, 1995, The federal Minister for Health, Carmen Lawrence visits her Forde Electorate, in Beenleigh, under the then ALP member for Forde Mary Crawford. Then on the 18th, December, 1995, the federal Prime Minister Paul Keating arrives in Beenleigh as well. I had attended all their visitations and listened intently to what they had to say. I had some hints, by fellow prisoners especially, mentioning Lee Harvey Oswald, and Ruby, during these periods, and I was nonplussed of such behavioural engineering processes. I have considered the lessons of pyswarfare and the power of subliminal suggestions by various behavioural manipulations after enough stimuli has been inflicted upon the victims, almost as convincing as the brainwashing effects upon Arab suicide bombers who do things irrationally due to some amazing programming by their Mullahs. I was not so stimulated even to see a desperate ALP PM vying to win the next election coming into Beenleigh. HRH Prince Charles example during his visit in Sydney was a precedence which I knew all too well and I would not be so compliant at all. The Lee Harvey Oswald example was indeed a National front and xenophobic element conspiracy which I knew all too well. When I had said this to my father in Samoa, he seemed dismissive except my mother was convinced that I was telling the truth. In 1997: I applied for my Australian citizenship and was refused for obvious reasons. In August, 1997, I had walked to NSW and my parole conditions were breached. Upon my return to Qld. I was re-arrested and imprisoned in Borallon to serve the rest of my sentence. During my stay in Borallon, I was accosted by an Aboriginal man whom I had refused to fight. I was diagnosed as a Schizophrenic by the prison medics and was given medication for my illness. I was certain that they were lying. Meanwhile, whilst I was on medication, mainly sedatives, and slowing down drugs, I was forced to fight this thug. I was moving in slow motion and was knocked down by a punch. I simply stood right up and said to the excited and bragging Aborigine, " That is enough, Im tired now" and simply walked away from the prick, teary and feeling sorry for myself, but I was never defeated at all. My mother panicked and paid for my father to come to Brisbane from samoa. I had returned to Samoa with my father. My mother and sister paid for my airfare and the eventual return back to Brisbane as well. My father was reluctant to take me over to Samoa and he seemed very glad to see the last of me when I left Samoan in December 1997 for the last time. In December, 1997 I had returned to Auckland, New Zealand. In a couple of weeks afterwards I returned to Australia. In January, 1998: I received student loan repayment notice from the University of Queensland. I have been unemployed since my imprisonment, except for fruit picking seasonal work in NSW, Victoria and Souh Australia. I have a BA degree in polical science and I am unable to find employment suitable for all my years of university studies. It is all to no avail it seems. I have the QPS to blame for this and it can be traced back to the warrant in 1988 and the racism associated with it and so I approach the QPS in Beenleigh to lodge an official complaint and I am angered with the reaction of the Beenleigh police service. I am confronted by the officers who would then arrest me for assaulting officers, which I clearly did not. My sister intervenes verbally and is also charged and is arrested with hairpulling and physical immobilisation and handcuffs, by officers, and is thrown into a watchhouse cell as well. I am manhandled by five arresting officers knocked to the ground with a full Nelson hold from behind, my face is slammed onto the police station counter and I am carried to the Beenleigh watchhouse for processessing. Whilst in the watchhouse I stood upon by officers and kneed at the back of my head with my face on the ground and my body prostrate on my stomach and my hands handcuffed behind my back. It is procedure. What is very strange is my mother's treatment by the QPS. Apparently, an officer named Sargeant Bowen, and his partner, had proceeded to pull my mother's hair and roughly threw her around the Police station foyer before they actually threw my mother out the doors and onto the pavement outside of the station. She had called up her brother who reluctantly arrived and investigated the incident. His brother hastenly left the scene as soon he learnt that my sister and I were to be bailed. When my sister and I were released in the late evening, we had noticed the contuscions on my mother's arms and her ruffled hair. We had taken photos of her injuries and when we had them processed, the shots seemed to have faded and yet they were very deep blue black when we took the photos. This was the basis for my complaint to the QPS which later on reached the CMC. I am found guilty of assaulting police officers, which is completely untrue, and fined $600. My sister is also charged and is also fined $600. This time we pay this fine. In November, 1998, I paid my own airfare out of Australia thinking that I would be able to repatriate myself, my sister, and mum back to NZ. I decide to enlist into the New Zealand Army. I leave Christchurch in January, 1999, because my living situation is not suitable for myself. In 1999, whilst I was in Wellington, New Zealand, I had changed my name to acknowledge my mother's surname at long last. I had renounced my mother's Tauvae surname in 1989, whilst I was in Samoa. In 1999, I had renounced my father's surname as well. So I was Tim Tufuga once again. This time it was official according to the New Zealand government. Samoa knows absolutely nothing of my existence and still state this fact everywhere. In October, 2000. I returned to Brisbane and move to Crestmead, Qld. My mother is a cripple and is wheelchair bound. We do not realise that she has a terminal cancer because her doctor, a Doctor Shultz, from Beenleigh does not diagnose her for cancer at all. She has post menapausal bleeding, and severe osteo-Arthritis which explicates her crippled state. In December, 2001, my mother is discharging blood and is haemouraging severely, she is admitted into Logan hospital, then to the Princess Alexander hospital. She is finally diagnosed for Cervical cancer and it is terminal. Just over two months after this diagnosis she dies. On the 4th March, 2002, my mother died and is interned in the Beenleigh cemetery. I would then begin a long process of seeking procedural justice by writing letters to the HRC, then to the CMC and then wrote to the Ministry for Health for some redress. On all counts I am denied accountability measures. In 2003, when I am mowing a neighbours yard. I request payment and was lied to. I would then be arrested by a Senior Constable Mark Emmet, from the Browns Plains Police station for Stalking a Miss Tamara Chilcott from Allspice Street. I am now considered as a serious sex offender by 'stalking', a white anglo saxon Australian woman. In front of my sister and in my house I am handcuffed and dragged out in full view by my neighbours and put in a paddy wagon and taken to the Orr Street, Browns Plains watchhouse. I am bailed and told to find my own way home. I run home from Brown Plains Station amidst the laughing and jeering of the Browns Plains police officers. In 2004, I save up to purchase a used car. In the Mirage Motors, in Southport, I finally purchase a car.It is full of faults and yet I still pay for it. I have to take the vehicle in for needed repairs. It is not covered in the warranty. There are deliberate holes in the radiator, heater hoses and blockages which I suspect are deliberately made by people. I complain to the police who just ignore me. I am fined for speding and accrue over $450 of speeding fines in a space of two weeks. I never exceed the speed limit as is charged me. I still pay the fine. In August, 2004, whilst I was drinking at home I went to the local pub. I am accosted by a group of Samoans, a Samoan man asks me to fight him outside. I don't know why he wanted to fight me but I refused the invitation. He punches me in the pub. Still I refused to fight this fat Samoan man with his brother in law and another cousin of his. I was alone at the time. He is a Catholic by the name of Moli. I hve never seen this man before until some weeks earlier. He is from Samoa and I am amazed with his arrogance and I decide to leave the pub. He follows me and atracks me in the pub as I am heading towards my car to drive home. I try to placate the excited stranger when I am hooked onto the left jaw breaking it and it is de ja vue to November, 1993. I am admited to hospital and have my jaw inserted with titanium plates. This time I see a Muslim nurse with her Hijab scarf who looks unfriendly at me as I enter the theatre. When I revive at the recovery at post-op, I realise this painful sensation and my jaw is not wired shut and I am not given any analgesics at all. I would complain of the pain and would be given placebos. Throughout my entire stay at the PAH I was not given any painkillers at all. My mouthwash was a corrosive mixture that ate away my gums. The Maori nurse who tended my bed injected saline and filled in the chart as morphine injection. The inner lip was cut, so when I would recover to eat my first tentative solids I would bite my bottom lip. As a person who has had a broken jaw before I knew the proper process of what was meant to happen. The PA staff who were attending me then treated me as a prisoner deserving of utmost cruelty. I had made my own way home travelling by train and bus to my house. No one came to visit me in the two days I was in Hospital. There was no interest in my welfare by my late mother's family at all. My court case against a Miss Tamara Chilcott is dismissed and I am convicted of trespassing instead. A Mr. Moli is never charged for serious assault and I lost my car in the process. thousands of dollars down the drain. I am still unemployed and am still targetted by Police as the USUAL SUSPECTS. The QPS and the local community have demonstrated the pure evilness that can be meted out against another human being. The Nazism that has arisen amongst some people has prompted me to ask the question about the meaning of due process, human rights, fairness and justice and overt accountability for peoples actions. Since my mother's death, the subsequent treatment of myself and even my sister, I have realised that we can only tolerate the extemities of COVERT institutional mistreatment and cruelty. My late mother's legacy would be for my sister and I to endure the pure evilness that surounds us. To continue to exist and to fight against the shadows of death for as long as possible. In the meantime, I have tried to retain some sense of normalcy by living as much of a functional life as possible. Likened to my Lee Harvey Oswald experience, a decade ago now, I will resist the psy-programming as much as possible. I have continued to furnish my late mother's house as slowly and incrementally as possible. I have tried to dispel the evil memories of Mengala inspired eugeniscist within the Queensland Health Authorities, as much as possible by avoiding them as much as possible. I try to maintain a healthy and fit regime and pay my dues when I have to. To avoid overt confrontation as much as possible. Tonight, the 10th December, 2005, whilst I was practising basketball in the Crestmead Park, when I was returning home, I was confronted by men whom I can almost recognised as civilain dressed QPS officers. They were pretending to be drinking beers and were drunk, as I was cycling past showing my front lights onto the path way ahead of me, my beams crossed over their backs and past them. They still refused to step aside until I beckoned them to allow me through. I noticed that both men were clinching two bottles in each hand and when they allowed me to pass them by I heard the one of them swear at me and proceeded to challenge me for some I can only deduce as a fight with the two of them clinching onto beer bottles. Both men were big framed bodies and both felt emboldened with the knowledge that I had only a basketball in my bag slung onto my back and that I was on a pushbike. I said to the men that I would return.I had alerted my sister of the situation and returned alone for our meeting. The men disappeared. I have realised that in this world of underhanded deeds such as my broken jaw operation that people can be as devious as Al Qaeda terrorists trying to set hapless people in snares and entrapment, just like when my sister and my late mother were to be entrapped in an area that would have us surrounded by catholics and Muslims. We are neither Muslims, nor Catholics and we are in a suburb that is dominated by these types of people. The local QPS are not co-operative at all which is for very obvious reasons. It is now 11th December, 2005. I have realised that these entries have not given me any accolades and kudos, however, it has demonstrated how dysfunctionalism may not be entirely due to family breakdown as much as from externalised societal and community prescriptions for prejudice, racism, xenophobia and sectarianism coupled with 'Cultural Shock', that has lasted a quarter of a century now, we have come a very long journey indeed. The war against terror will continue from Crestmead. We shall overcome!!! |
The Power of Nightmares by SBS TV.
Thursday,Dec 8 2005, 12:27:59 PM (Last updated: Thursday,Dec 8 2005, 12:32:23 PM)
"The Cutting Edge" Documentary series, by the Special Broadcasting Service, on the nationwide Australian television on the 6th,7th, and 8th December, 2005. The Australian viewing audiences have been subjected to a euphemistic BBC production on the current war on terror series using Neo-Con idealism versus CIA realpolitickal perspectives. The ideological malign views between the CIA pragmatists and the idealist Neo-Cons being led by the Christian right, had explicated the current crises of Jihadi actions and its subsequent reactions by the US military. The rationale used by the Neo-Cons it would be fair to suggest has become the accepted US foreign policy regarding the appropriate responses to the purported threat by the unknown and unseen enemy, the phantoms of the Jihadi menace. The documentary had a lampooning slapstick tone with images of Sinbad snippets and caricature views of the black and white perception of the enemy as promulgated by the simpleton Hawks, as the WONKS in Washington's Pentagon, and the Oval Office. The perception of euphemistic BBC reporting would dispel the dossier profiler who collated, dessiminated, and reported WMD of Iraq, and the purported connection to the Al Qaeda ops, to the British Home Office, and would suddenly feel the urge to commit suicide for his disclosures soon afterwards. The BBC would broadcast a supposedly level headed account of the paranoia surrounding the war on terror and would even support the view that the subsequent response of political propaganda would serve in the interest of stirring the reactionary political responses for xenophobia throughout Europe targetting immigration particularly from Semites. The elements of truth may lay in the intellectualising aspects by the pursuant ideological objectives of the current leading players which would have to star the former playboy richman become freedom fighter Usama Ben Laden; his mentor and his idelological influences through yet another martyred Islamic anti-liberal element with Straussian leanings; and the quasi Medici in Washington, Florida, and Texas. The veritable Machiavellian Prince and his Principality would have a score to settle with the Bastard of Baghdad from Tikriti. On a more ideological sweeping perspective, the leftish and yet theocratic influences for the Jihadi Islamics have countered the equally religious fervour from the Jerry Falwell cabal stirring the Oval Office and the neo-con idealists with the divine inspired war against the evidoers, and, in so doing, an image of missionary zeal would emerge, with a gung ho American in his modern day christian 'Crusade' to the middle east, who be armed with the bible on the one hand, and launching Dam Busters and cruise missiles on the other. It works to counter the anti-zionism and militancy of the Jihadis. To the victor goes the spoils at least this is the situation for a multi-billion dollar industry lining up the coffers for MNEs such as Halliburton etc. War is expensive business and someone has to pay for it. The World Bank has pledged over 35.8 billion dollars for the reconstruction of the Iraqi infrastructure and the so called cost for regime change. The war in the Middle East itself has costed 200 billion thus far to run and operate. Dick Cheney being the former CEO of Halliburton has much to gain in this little investment, his Bradley tanks are incrementally being picked off one by one by IEDs but are worth being there. 2,100 Americans have lost their lives since cessation of hostilities and peace was declared. There have been over 15,000 injured servicemen and women each costing close to a quarter of a million in US taxpaying funds to rehabilitate each one of these veterans into mainstream American society per annum. The compesation payouts for widows and their families for KIAs are close to a quarter of a million each. War is expensive and it is a fulltime industry that is needed for structural and systemic changes in which Americans would like to phrase it as REGIME CHANGES! The reconstruction of Germany and Japan was the consequence of the Marshall plan, which was meant to prevent sowing the seeds for yet another world war. The same objective in Iraq and Afghanistan from an analogical reasoning perspective and comparison seems much too dissimilar in context and settings. The situation of reconstruction of a culture and a religion which has considered Zionism and Judeo-Christianity as religious foes since the first crusades were being fought a couple milennia ago can not be ignored. The indemic hatred of Christians and Jews by the Islamics can not be considered as easily appeased through conciliatory concessions by Westerners. The path towards reconstruction is being obstructed by religion itself and the irreconciling effects by anti-westerners views will always mean that Jihadis will be reluctant to accept the perceived Zionist sanctioned peace offerings. The current crises in Iraq with the IEDs obstructing, disrupting, and retarding the peace and political reconstruction process may be explained as much by culture of mistrust and religious zealots ensuring that the Zionist Americans and their allies leave Islamic territory and to allow the Islamic people to sort themselves out. The truth of Sharia laws and stringent Islamic justice are certainly cultural shocking to most westerners who are unfamiliar with their perceptions, and interpretations of certain cultural aspect. Just as strange, and culturally shocking, it is for an Australian petty drug smuggler who would encounter the death penalty in Bali for attempting to smuggle drugs 'OUT' of their country. But, as Indonesian Islamic laws dictate, the Indonesian justice system succinctly states irrefutably, in Bahasa Indonesian, to punish 'most severely' drug smugglers. The westerner would be at odds with having to pay with their lives for something that is almost inocuous to the local Islamic Community. The War on Terror is becoming a local issue everywhere and certainly the issues of immigration, religion and race are all being affected by the paranoia being hyped up perhaps justifiably. Paradoxically, even the Islamics themselves are joining counter-insurgency elements so as to train and preparing themselves for the likely event of a terrorist strike, but then, who is the enemy? Their own ultra-reactionaries? The extreme right as the probable cause of global terror as Strauss suggests in part one of the Power of Nightmares seems to have some kudos in this instance. The Abu Sayaff, the Al Aksa Movement, Al Qaeda, Hizzbollah and other notable Jihadi elements would support this theory of religious 'anarchic' terrorism. The conflict theorist within neo-marxist settings would agree that the ultra right have ascended creating anarchic chaos and disorder since the collapse of the systemic homeostasis of the second world (Leninist communism) after 1989. the neo-cons would agree only in the part that the disruptions are not from the anarchic right, but rather from the conspiring leftish elements and communist insurgents trying to disrupt the new homeostasis of the nascent new right after perestroika and glasnost. The truth may lay in between the two pervading theories of left and right political "bipolarism". The unsaid Tom Clancy version has yet to be stated clearly... What would be considered as the true "Sum of All Fears?" With the collapse of the European Communist world emerged a phoenix from the ashes of World War Two, Fascism. The rise and rise of ultra right nationalism throughout former Soviet Nations has led to 'ethnic cleansing' and the systematic forced migration and eradication of peoples mainly in Balkan states, and a rise of displaced persons, and an equally reactionary response to the increase influx of refugees even as far away as Australia and New Zealand. The truth of the current anarchic crises may very well lay in the rise of the 'Right' and the disequilibria within the world order which may need to be considered by both idealists and realists alike. By Tim Tufuga 8th December, 2005. |
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