When someone suffers an injustice at the hands of what’s supposed to be a reputable institution, he/she petitions someone sitting at a high level in the institution’s hierarchy; usually an officer that has the authority to deal with the current injustice and resolve the situation that produced it once and for all.
To do this,
however, the officer must have all the facts at their fingertips lest he/she
act on ignorance and add to the injustice—rather than resolve the situation and
give the petitioner their due. And so, the officer does what the norm specifies
he must do. He promises to investigate, which reassures the petitioner, but
then, the officer faces the choice of keeping his promise or neglecting to
pursue the matter further.
This is
where we see a bifurcation in the manner that different systems deal with
similar matters. Because Democracies consider every situation a political toy
meant to be played with, its adherents look for angles in the story they can
use to upstage the competition, embarrass it or corner it. They do so by
spinning the facts of the situation, arguing endlessly to make things look like
they were doing the right thing all along whereas the competition was
advocating the wrong approaches all along.
That game
of the Democracies must therefore be recognized as the main source delaying the
dispensation of justice, and so labelled. Also, it must be acknowledged that
because justice delayed is justice denied, many in the Democracies that have
not the means to secure their rights, live and die without ever hearing the
sweet sound of “Justice served”.
So, the
question to ask is this: What is there that shows to what level of depravity a
Democracy can sink when faced with the choice of rendering justice to those who
deserve it, or using the plight of the downtrodden they are supposed to help,
to diminish their opponents and serve their own interest instead?
What we
have is the case of the notorious Trudeau family. I know this case well, having
lived for 56 years under the still ongoing persecution it is inflicting on me. It
is that 56 years ago, I was handed leaks by insiders who were unhappy with a
situation in which 300,000 Canadians were put under surveillance by the Royal
Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP.) I exposed the facts as I knew them, and pushed
against the policy that allowed something like this to happen. I did so by
emphasizing the value of Human Rights.
Pierre
Elliott Trudeau, the patriarch of the family who was then Prime Minister, did
what was customarily done in Canada at the time—what drew chuckles from the big
and the small around the world. In fact, Trudeau appointed a Royal Commission
to investigate the case and report to the nation, especially to those like myself,
who were put under surveillance. Keenly aware that when the Government appointed
a Royal Commission, the gesture meant that yet another book will be written and
immediately shelved to gather dust for an eternity.
Having
spent a dozen years or so writing about my ordeal, which I did by talking to
the press and the members of Parliament who represented my district, I was
given the answer which the Government hoped will allay my anxiety regarding the
delay in resolving the case and doing me justice.
They said
that the RCMP had just discovered the reality that its operatives were not
responsible for what happened; it was the operatives of the Canadian Security
Intelligence Service (CSIS) that did it. For this reason, the investigation was
taken back to Square One, a move that started the process all over again.
Needless to
say it was similar tricks—those like a poison pill that can cause the sudden
death of an investigation—which helped the Government of Canada drag this case
for decades, and expose the fallacy that the Liberal Democratic System is
superior to all the others.
Moreover,
the Government of Justin Trudeau who is now Prime Minister of Canada, seems to
be working hard on cementing the idea that the Trudeaus do more than carry the
poison pills of infamy: they are themselves the poison pills.
And this is why I don’t believe a word of what Justin Trudeau
is now saying about the RCMP investigating the embezzlement of millions of
dollars by his friends.
Come see me 56 years from now, my friend, to tell me that I was wrong. And see me launch a celebration like the universe has never seen before.