The Citizen, 1999-01-06, Page 5Arthur Black
Disorder in
the court
I spotted a sad story in the newspaper this
week. It concerns a court case in Stockholm,
Sweden, where lawyer Mats Bjorgen has
been tossed in the slammer by an irate judge.
"I warned him that that sort of behaviour
would not be tolerated in my courtroom"
fulminated the Judge, Sven Jaryd.
Bjorgen's crime?
It wasn't his courtroom behaviour - it was
his courtroom appearance. The judge took
exception to the fact that lawyer Bjorgen
showed up to try a case ... dressed as a large,
homed owl.
Bjorgen never did explain the rationale
behind his sartorial choice of pinfeathers
over pinstripes, but frankly, I'm not
surprised. What surprises me is that
more lawyers don’t go off the deep end more
often.
I know that sympathy for lawyers doesn't
come naturally to the average citizen, but
think for a moment of what these people face
every day of their working lives.
They've got it tough. It's not all tumblers of
single malt scotch and limo rides to the
courtroom, you know.
How, for instance, would you like to be in
the position of the defence attorney for Doug
Brightmoser? Mister Brightmoser was
What is the
Russian for Chaos'?
The Czech economy is not in the best of
shape.
The unholy alliance of the banks,
investment trusts and government, which
plagued the country the last time I was there,
have still not been corrected. Unemployment
is eight per cent and still rising. There
is no growth to speak of in the
economy, and inflation is still close to
double-digit figures.
The Czechs fret a lot and wonder what the
future, in the form of the European Union,
will bring. Yet, the country is a sea of
stability when you compare it to Russia.
You have probably read something about
the Russian banks defaulting on their
domestic debts but that is only part of the
calamity that has beset the average Russian.
There was a time, only a few short months
ago, when Russians could go shopping and
find just about anything they wanted. When
it came time to pay for their purchases, they
could use the automatic teller to get cash, or
offer one of their credit cards. Jobs were
plentiful and job switching was,
understandably, common.
Foreign holidays were possible for many
recently arrested by the Nashville police,
who charged him with causing a disturbance
by wilfully discharging his 12-gauge shotgun
into the air.
Against his lawyer's advice, Brightmoser
took the stand and eagerly told the courtroom
that he was not blasting away to disturb his
neighbours, but that he was "shooting at a
snake that was trying to suck the nipples" of
a goat in his yard.
Brightmoser did not significantly impress
the judge during his trial either. Perhaps it
was his habit of answering "Yeah, Bubba"
instead of "Yes, your Honour" each time the
judge addressed him.
Or how would you like to be standing in
the Guccis of the lawyer representing
accused murderer Thomas Marston in
Mendocino, California back in 1985?
Marston lost his case, and was convicted,
but he appealed on the grounds that, his
attorney's mind was not on his job because
said attorney had fathered the child of the
then-district attorney, who was chasing
Marston’s attorney for child support during
the trial.
When that line of pursuit crashed and
burned, Marston went on to announce that
he'd just discovered the real errant father
was not his lawyer after all - it was the judge
who was trying the case.
Marston lost that one, too - but not before
his attorney chewed up an awful lot of
Tylenols.
By Raymond Canon
workers.
All that is now in the past. The present is
nothing less than horrendous!
The ruble was devalued at the same time as
the banks defaulted on their domestic debt,
and the system all but collapsed. Imports are
down by 50 per cent, credit cards work only
occasionally and bank accounts have been
frozen, which means that the banks do not
even have the money.
In Moscow alone, several hundred
thousand have lost their jobs.
Need I say more?
Businesses are no better. One study of the
country estimates that 75 per cent of all
transactions done between Russian firms are
carried out by barter. One firm has wisely
developed four rules that it follows:
Sell some output to the central
government. This can be used to cover your
taxes.
Export something to earn hard currency in
order to get cash to run your company.
Set up barter arrangements for the rest of
your production.
Provide managerial services to the local
government to be used to offset their taxes.
Finally, the golden rule is not to take too
much profit, otherwise the government will
find ways to take it away from you.
One Canadian firm that is feeling the pinch
is McDonald's. A Canadian firm? Well, yes!
Then there's the poor sap who got
lumbered with the case of Herbert Freels of
Georgia. Freels was accused of rape. His
lawyer thought he had the case wrapped up
when his client produced a signed note from
the alleged victim that read, "I was not raped.
I did it under my own free will."
Open and shut case, right?
Well, it might have been if, under cross-
examination, Freels had not confessed to the
court that he "always" has his sexual partners
write and sign such notes.
And if you need one last reason to stay as
far from the legal profession as you can get,
think for a moment of the great love and
respect the average citizen feels towards
lawyers. It was never better displayed than in
a lawsuit in Houston, where relatives of a
man who had died during a construction
accident, unanimously agreed to forego their
claim for a $75,000 settlement from the
defendant, Derr Construction Company, on
one condition.
They would give up the money if Derr's
lawyer (a particularly aggressive and nasty
courtroom battler) would agree to allow each
of them to punch him in the face.
To paraphrase Willy Nelson, "Ladies, don't
let your kids grow up to be lawyers".
Alligator wrestling ... hang gliding over
active volcanoes ... becoming the first
member of the Reform Party Gay/Lesbian
Coalition ... there are lots of easier ways to
make a buck.
It was the Canadian branch of this company
that was asked to set up operations in Russia
and they have done a very good job of
providing Olga and Ivan with Big Macksis. It
is helping them now that right at the
beginning they had the foresight to set up
their own suppliers; at least the latter know
they will be paid.
However, customers that formerly had lots
of money for such things as western
hamburgers and french fries are now having
to think twice.
It would help, of course, if the central
government were taking steps to clear up the
mess, but it is doing next to nothing. Taxes
are not collected, corruption is rife, and
organized crime rivals anything we know in
the western world.
Under such conditions it is difficult for
any firm, or any citizen, for that matter, to be
more than a tiny bit optimistic. Any small ray
of sunshine is covered over by dark, ominous
clouds.
A Final Thought
Be advised that all flatterers live at the
expense of those who listen to them.
- Jean de La Fontaine
THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 6,1999. PAGE 5.
The
Short
of it
By Bonnie Gropp
A new year
can really
get you thinking
The march of Father Time? It's alright if
you don't actually think about it - I mean
really think about it.
As the end of another year approaches, it
would be unlikely for the milestone to not
cross your mind from time to lime. We
anticipate it, we plan for it, and await it. But
seldom do we have or take the moments to
really pay serious attention to its swift
passage. Perhaps, the fact that time isn't
waiting for any of us just makes us move
with it. Keep looking ahead.
But, if you do give pause to what has
been, you have to recognise that the pace at
which the days, months and years are
spinning ahead is mind-boggling. I seem to
be thinking less these days about how I got
to this point and more about how quickly.
I find it difficult as the old year fades into
the new to not spend al least a few minutes
in introspection or to wax nostalgic. New
Year's Eve is a time of sentiment, after all,
typically spent in the company of those we
have known and loved for some lime making
the opportunity for such pursuits all the more
likely.
For my husband and I the New Year's
celebration has been one of longstanding
tradition. And each year I have found myself
amidst the revelry and camaraderie, recalling
wistfully moments of the times past.
As this happened last Thursday night, I
was awed when contemplating how many
New Year's Eves I have spent in the
company of this dear group of friends. And
thal we have been together at this significant
time every year since 1977 brought a
billersweet taste to me.
The less appealing flavour here meant I
had to acknowledge, of course, lhe markings
of time, and recognised how the rest of them
had aged. Also, there was no denying, as we
together recalled moments from earlier
parties, that our enjoyment of lhe festivities
has taken on a decidedly calmer demeanour
in recent years. We still have a good time,
but it's always with an eye to the morning
after.
Gone too, is any pretence of making a
New Year's resolution. At this age, why set
ourselves up for failure?
Yet, while certain realities reminded me
that we are indeed getting older, there is
satisfaction in knowing we have done it
together. We know each other so well, from
our worth to our warts.
None of us knows what the next year will
bring, when fate will alter us forever. But for
now I am blessed with another year of good
memories that ended as I have come to
expect, in the company of people who mean
a good deal to me.
It can't help but get you thinking, right?