Monday, 17 April 2017

Dignity

Gonçalo Amaral: I haven't lost my dignity.

Friday, 31 December 2010

For a year, he was silent due to the injunction that had been filed against him by the McCann couple, for all copies of ‘Maddie – The Truth of the Lie’ to be taken off the shelves in bookshops. Nonetheless, he never gave up and appealed to the Appeals Court, which in October overturned the prohibition to sell the book and the video that was produced from a TVI documentary, because “it does not offend the McCanns’ fundamental rights”, further stating that Gonçalo Amaral’s freedom of expression is protected by the European Convention on Human Rights. At the time, the English couple also demanded compensation in the amount of 1.2 million euro, over statements that they consider to be libellous. For the former PJ coordinator and his wife, Sofia Leal, those were months of suffocation that forced them to make some changes, namely to perform cuts to their family budget, in the education of their daughters, who left the school where they were studying due to the financial difficulties that the couple faces.




“The exile that I was subject to is coming to an end, I have not lost my dignity or my integrity and I feel strong enough to intervene, in a more active way, in the search for truth and in the performance of justice”, Gonçalo clarifies, adding that this was a complicated year. “It wasn’t easy, actually nothing has been easy since I retired from the Judiciary Police and decided, at my own cost and risk, to affront instituted powers within the search for the truth”, he mentions. “The seizing of assets remains unsolved because it took place outside of the injunction. The losses, financial and others, have yet to be counted, there has been extensive damage, but we continue to believe in justice. We have been living with the support of family and friends, who have never abandoned us”, reveals the former police officer, who resides in a rented apartment in Portimão with his wife, his daughters and the cat, Bolachinha [Cookie].

Gonçalo Amaral and Sofia Leal defend a family Christmas and insist on keeping the tradition of the ‘Presépio do Menino ao Alto’ [Nativity of the Child on the Height] alive, which dates back to the Middle Ages. “In the Algarve, it’s he who brings the presents and it’s to the Child that children pray every day of the year. On the 8th of December, the day of ‘Nossa Senhora da Conceição’ [Our Lady of Conception], the ‘searinhas’ [little corn fields] or ‘cabeleiras’ [wigs] are sown. Those are wheat seeds, which are placed in small containers, under the bed, where it’s dark and warm. Nine days before Christmas, a chest of drawers is ‘dressed’ with the finest needlework that one owns and a stepped throne is built. Then, the ‘cabeleiras’ are placed, symbols of abundance, as well as the oranges and the pomegranates. Finally, Baby Jesus is placed on top of the throne. It’s a very emotional moment, where the family all comes together. While my father says the prayers, my mother and I finish arranging the throne, the girls place the fruits and in the end Gonçalo places Baby Jesus. On the Kings’ Day, we take the ‘cabeleiras’ into the field and sow them into the earth. That’s the Algarve’s mixture of the sacred and the profane. We also build the common Nativity, as it was created by St. Francis of Assisi, but with a very Portuguese touch: with clay figures that are placed on a base of cork and moss, with water streams, fountains, sheep and a little rock”, the wife of the former PJ coordinator explains.





The season has almost always the same taste to the Amaral family. “Christmas Eve supper and Christmas Day lunch are the most important meals in the year. Therefore, on the 1st of December, the women in the family gather to decide on the menu, the dinnerware, the linen, the details…”, she says, adding that they spend Christmas in Portimão with her parents, her sister, her brother-in-law and the neighbours.

In a conversation with ‘Nova Gente’, Gonçalo said that the McCanns continue to attack him: “What they are trying to do to me is not only to limit my civic and constitutional rights. They try my civil assassination, to destroy my life, not allowing the exercise of any licit activity, or for me to comply with the existing compromises and those of my family”, he explains, stressing that “while limiting my freedom of expression, they have destroyed the firm that I had created, they tried to forbid my access to the Lawyers’ Orders’ stay, and they have seized assets and income sources”, he says, justifying that everything was done “under the banner of searching for a mysteriously disappeared child, who is probably dead – as the Public Ministry says -, people and their relatives are being destroyed. One has to say that this is not catholic at all, coming from people who say they are so religious and pious. This is not how they will find the child!”

Gonçalo Amaral says that he will wait to read the book that the McCanns are writing. “It’s being said that the book is an aid to find their daughter. As it will only be published towards the end of April, we can conclude that until then, their daughter won’t be found.”







Reactions Are Somewhat Telling Aren't They?

Thursday, 20 October 2011

Well! whose door am I going to lay this at? I have slagged off Twitter, having likened it to being poked periodically with a sharp stick. What was it that I said a few days ago, this I think?

But it's that damn Twitter thing, it's almost as if someone is poking me every couple of minutes with a sharp stick and saying, what about this then, you remember this bit dontcha? And that's the trouble, I do, and unfortunately, all too well.

Yes quite.

But it would be unfair to single out Twitter for this very reluctant part time return to blog about injustice. Injustice personified by a slithering visage of the globules of evil that shape themselves into a vaguely human forms every now and again, the Doctors McCann.

And part time it will be, I must stress, for who would want to give their undivided attention to two bowls of discharge, who fuck for money but refuse to call themselves whores. To a couple so odious, that they make a living out of their dead child, and refuse equally to call themselves pimps.

No, it's like cleaning the bog I suppose, and just as attractive, something that must be done out of necessity, but not something you would want to do every day.

But Twitter becomes quite incidental after what we have all witnessed recently, the shameless face of corruption that masquerades as law enforcement here in these British Isles. It too flaunting itself as shamelessly as any desperate crack addicted street whore, all too wiling to fall to its knees and suck ageing, wrinkled, flaccid cock, providing the price is right. To say nothing of those among us that adopt the position, and just as eagerly go down on that same distasteful, shrivelled appendage, and do so free of charge. Free to them of course, but not so for us plebs, who ultimately pay the price for these parliamentary promiscuities.

No, justice and the the stalwart defenders of the law in this shabby country, are like justice itself, such rare animals, bordering on extinction, save perhaps for the odd one of its species, tucked away in some forgotten backwater.

What a sad state of affairs then, that is the status quo, where one has no recourse in seeking justice in the slightest. Where exists, from the very top to the very bottom of law enforcement and Parliament alike, such a degree of corruption as to be the envy of any third world banana republic. What an accolade!

So what is the answer? I wish I knew, but I know it does me no good as a person, to simply rail against injustice if I'm not prepared to speak out and be counted on the issue. As oppression can only survive through silence, much the same can be said of injustice.

And the third factor in my reluctant return, not something blameworthy, more a catalyst, and a very simple one at that, courtesy, I have to add, of the dreaded Twitter. This pertaining to another missing white girl, and lost on nobody, is why there is such an incredible interest in the McCannesque style disappearance of the infant. Neither I'm sure is it lost upon the McCanns, who if they don't have justice to look forward to, they can look forward to the same spotlight being refocussed on them every time a child disappears under similar circumstances. Understandably so.


I would have paid to see their reaction to the hoax sighting last night, I'm sure it was very telling!

Yes reactions are somewhat telling aren't they?

Which prompted me, in the middle of the night I might add, to scour Youtube, all be it to no avail, for a fifteen second clip. No harm done, I did come across the desired footage, in still a short clip, only this one includes Kate McCann's now iconic few seconds of squirming as she confesses, for all intents and purposes, two things. That she didn't 'physically search for Madeleine' and that she didn't do so, because there was no point. And if anybody doesn't see it that way, Scotland Yard included, then I have a bridge I want to sell you.

The moment is brief, but I hammered the capture key, and the result is below. If you think, why so many, it is only because experience has taught me to go with everything, because once you start to try and edit stuff out, it ends up quite simply, a mess. Not only that, it does give a better feel for the moment. 

The key then to all this, the McCann's reaction to this question. (full transcript)

Amanda Walker: Just take us through the emotional experience 
that you go through from the moment that someone says 'I'm definite 
I've seen Madeleine' to when it's discounted.

I remind you, not that I have to, this and all other such material has been freely available on the net, to the public, successive governments, and law enforcement alike, for years.

It was only the other day that Ian Puddick informed us of the priorities of the new head of the Metropolitan Police, Bernard Hogan-Howe. Visit Ian Puddick's webpage, and he will inform you of one or two other things as well.

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You couldn't make it up.

Not for the first time have I used stills from this interview, as you will see below. I had to cut the original in half in order for it to be read, reminding you that the main body of the text is a special report by yours truly on a Sun spectacular non-story, the Raymond Hewlett letter that never was