Marcia Kia Simpson-James.
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Lambeth County Court - Where racist district judges regularly refuse justice to Brixton's Black community. They collude with racist medical staff and social workers to carry out medical experiments on Black people. |
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Camberwell Green Magistrates and Youth Court - this is the court that has been bought by Lambeth & Southwark council's social services, and the medical staff of King's College and Maudseley mental hospital, where the police, doctors (psychiatrists), Magistrates & court Duty Clerks collude, abet each other and conspire to disappear dark-skinned Black people. Illegal warrants are issued en-masse by white racist, anti-Black Magistrates (e.g. Mr P. French) at the drop of a hat. Worried magistrate and county court staff resist FOI request asking how many Black people have been illegally 'detained' on the 'advice' of malicious police, social workers, politicians (former Streatham MP, 'Sir' Keith Hill) Dear readers, forgive me for not writing recently, but I am recovering from a jaw infection after the shock of being refused a 'default judgement' against a Dr Bocock, who operates out of some Streatham office. I have been in Lambeth's County Courts for the past three weeks, (on and off) starting legal proceedings against individuals, within the medical profession who were party to my torture, illegal & false imprisonment and detention. I must admit, I do not like to lose. I had crossed the t's and dotted the i's and this was a done deal, (or so I thought). First I was confronted with a flame-haired female judge on the 19May 2011, who refused to order an injunction against Dr Bocock, who had apparently been terrifying my neighbour's by knocking at their front door. She had stood outside their doors, banging away, and shouting out me name. This was not four and a half years ago, this was four weeks ago. I had written a piece about that fat racist buffoon John Prescott calling him out as a punching pig, etc. I can only think that this was the reason for Dr Bocock's 'visit'. This was a woman, who had four and a half years earlier been part of an operation built to discredit me by illegally raiding my home, and confronting me in my own bedroom with the unforgettable words, "I'm here to give you some horse tablets and give you some injections". I was disappeared on the word of this mad doctor and the actions of another nut, passing herself off as a social worker - called Anne-Marie Harrison (apparently a relative of the new half-caste MP for Streatham - Chuka Harrison). I was held incommunicado for 5 days. I demanded a hearing at a tribunal, so that parliamentary police, and each and every relevant witnessed could be called. I was horrified to see that the police did not have the balls to turn up to justify their behaviour. I believe that since then I have been the latent suffer of post traumatic stress syndrome, and have suffered emotional harm as a consequence of what was done to me. And, no, my public, I have never taken drugs, much less 'needed' to take them. I was livid. I instigated started legal proceedings under the protection from Harassment Act 1997. Then, I came upon a stubbling block with female District Judge Wakem. The day before, I made my Ex Parte application for an injunction, I went to Lambeth County Court, in Kennington, to get a feel for the place. I was shocked to see a Black woman who had been processed by Wakem, come out of a secret hearing upset and flustered. She had been refused an injunction against a partner who(according to her) was extremely violent. Waken, had told this woman, that this victim of domestic violence had to 'personally' hand a summons to her victimiser, then spend the next two weeks sleeping under the same roof as him, before the hearing. The woman was upset, that her life had now been put in danger by the judge. This did not bode well for my case the next day. My name was called, 19th May 2011 and I was shown into the secret court room 6. I sat down, and without my opening my mouth to say anything, Wakem, looked at me, and said "Oh, I don't think this case can be dealt with sensibly without the other side...oh lets have it in 7 days...step outside". Suddenly it was all over, and I was shown out by her sweaty, red-faced, short-sleeved, white male usher. White people 1 v Marcia 0 I was told to sit "downstairs...and wait". I waited and waited, and waited, then a young Black woman came out of the back office, and pointed a small pile of papers at me. She said here's your papers. I checked the papers, and they appeared to be the same papers for the claim. I asked for the order. and was directed to a second pile underneath the first. there was a plain white sheet. I decided to pull it out and look properly. I was a small box at the top left of the plain sheet with my name and details. I asked the young woman the meaning of the papers, (by this time she had made several attempts to go back into the back office, but I insisted on an explanation). She started to roll her eyes sarcastically, and said "that's how you serve them". I asked this young person what she was referring to, and she replied, "turn it over, there's the order". I flipped the plain white paper over, (it was stapled at the left had corner), and saw, print. I was shocked on reading District Judge Wakem's order. It said that the Ex Parte injunction had been refused. I did not have a good meaningful reason for that refusal. Then the second part shocked me even more, The next hearing had been set for nearly three weeks down the line, on the 7th June 2011. I came into the court on 6th of June, since I had not heard anything from Dr Bocock, after service of the papers. I was told that generally a default judgement would normally be made. I was told that the case would be listed, and that I would be called. I arrived at court, and felt uncomfortable. The case was not listed, and I did not hear my name called. I went to the enquiry area of the court, and there was some cue. eventually, there was a check, they could not find the case. I showed my documentation to the asian man at the desk, and he went off to speak to someone. He was some time. As I was waiting, short white, man, in a smart dark suit, a white shirt and a bright canary-yellow, stepped out of a side room. I was taller than him. I noted he looked at me with hatred. He steamed past me. Initially, I thought he was a member of staff. I was going to ask him, why my case had not been listed. I decided against asking this man when I saw 'the evil'look of hatred in his eyes I was eventually shown upstairs (again) into secret court 3, by a racist, red-faced, beer-gutted, pink-shirted white man who I assumed was a court usher or clerk. This man, was barking at me, shouting that I was late, and he had been waiting. I said that I had been in the the cue, had been looking for the case on the listings board, had spoken to the security staff to ask where I ought to go for information, etc. So, upstairs to secret court 3. The ruddy-faced court usher, looked extremely upset and angry. He first went through a a heavy white door. Then he came out, and shouted "Bocock!". He waited for some time, and then reluctantly, motioned for me to come through the doors. Shock, I was shown into the room, and was confronted by this red-faced, angry, hate-filled white man. It was the short, hate-filled white man, who had steamed past me glaring at me downstairs. I was stunned. I was directed to sit in the seat nearest to him. This judge started. "I've already struck it out". I was horrified - I had expected to be dealt with by District Judge Wakem (the woman). I was told that she was "training another judge". Then I asked why, he answered, that he had done so because "no one was in the court". I explained that I had been. He then indicated that the case was 'un-struck' out. I expected to be speaking about a default judgement and damages. Instead, I was greeted by a vicious and hostile judge. He was so openly hostile, that I asked him his name. He said "District Judge Worthington". He then started to deflect the discussion and speak about "the post code". He said "show me the certificate of service...have you served the papers?" I replied "yes". He looked smug, and asked "can you show me a copy of the certificate of service?" Reply: "Yes" I did not expect to be asked this, so I had to spend a few seconds going through documents to pin-point the certificate of service. I showed the judge the certificate and additional proof that the documents had been served. This appeared to cause the judges anger levels to go out of control. He again referred to "post code". "show me on the documents where the post code for Dr Bocock is?" I showed the judged from my bundle. There was full address, with half the postal code. He smiled and said, "I can't allow this...you haven't put the full postal code on her address". I was flabberghasted. As I looked at the bundle, I noted that my address, similiarly, only had half the postal code with it. I pointed out, that District Judge Waken had accepted the information supplied, and had issued the order and summons, based on that information. Therefore I could not understand what the obstacle was [to the default judgement] At that, District Judge Worthington, became extremely aggitated, and animated, and said, "I am not satisfied that these documents have been delivered properly, and therefore want you to..." The racist, went into a shopping list. He was writing away in red ink, almost driving the pen through the table, he was so angry. As he was listing what I had to do, I could not help but politely inquire why he was insisting I repeat again all the steps I had taken serve the papers to Dr Bocock. I heard the judge tell me, that he "did not believe" that I had served the papers on Dr Bocock "properly". Then he went back to the post code issue. He then asked me, if I knew "Helen". I replied "No". He went to his computer, and said, "why don't you have her correct post code... did you Google her?" I was thinking to myself, why would I Google this doctor. I had a note she had pushed through my letter box, and therefore, had to go on the very little information I had on this individual. I could do no more. District Judge, then asked me, where did I 'think' I would be able to access her full post code, I replied 'the Royal Mail' or perhaps the electoral roll. Worthington looked disappointed. Then he continued to write, saying I want you to hire a specialist who hand delivers service documents, I want you to have them write a statement, as to exactly how they delivered the papers, I want the documents delivered to her work place, into her personal hand, I want you to write a statement saying telling me what you did to confirm that the papers were delivered, and I want you to come back on the 21st June 2011. I took a deep intake of breath, and responded to the judge. I asked him whether the certificate of service was a legal document of the court, "yes", so, you are asking me to do exactly what I have stated and signed that I have done on this present certificate? "yes". So you are telling me that this certificate of service is no good? "yes". Then he specifically asked me, "what kind of doctor is Dr Bocock, is she an ordinary GP or what kind of doctor is she?" , I replied, "I think she is a psychiatrist". Worthington's face, looked at me with a combination of disgust and anger. I did not obviously respond. However, I was sickened to know that this dangerous man, who was a judge, was working in a urban setting, dealing with the Brixton area, and Black people. I wondered, where these people (white racist judges) came from? I was faced with either co-operating with a dangerous raving racist, or not. I decided that this level of racial discrimination was untenable. I told District judge Worthington that he had put me in a position that I felt that I did not have any other choice, I had to take the case to the High Court. He replied to me "so you want the case struck out", I replied, no you have put me in this situation and therefore I have no choice but to either adjourn the case or...' Worthington said, "so the case is struck out". I replied to that "struck out under my strong protest" (said three times). I began to write that the case was struck out under my strongest protest. As I was writing, the red-faced drunken looking usher rushed to open the door, and started to shout at me to get out. I was sickened, appalled, stunned, alarmed, humiliated and distressed. I went to the High Court - However, it was clear that telephone calls had been made. There was reference to "the 24th". In none of the papers delivered to the High Court was "the 24th" mentioned. The reader should note that the 24th June 2011 was the date of the delivery of service of documents to the defendant. I was also concerned, that the judge at the High court, her name appeared in the Daily Mail, in regards to another case the following day. This could not be a coincidence. I get worried when judges want to be on television and in the newspapers so that the can boost themselves and their careers. I believe it is a form of unjust enrichment. I do not want to be exploited by either Paul Dacre (the mentally disordered editor of the Daily Mail), or any judge who has the idea that they can 'make it' to some international court by exploiting some explosive case involving "those animals known as blacks". It appears to me, that many people expected to profit on my defamation and ruination, it also appears to me, that may of these people are "public authorities" who have over-stepped the mark. Score so far: White man 2 v Marcia 0 Remember, I intend to win. I haven't even warmed up yet! Have you ever wondered what they would do to you to stop you running for election as an MP or any other public office? Kidnap, disappear, false imprisonment, multiple defamations such as accusations of insanity, criminalisation,... I must be good! Oh well, I ought to take some comfort in being patronisingly told that I was "very articulate" by a High Court Judge. Mighty white of... |
