TRUTHIS.ONE

All truth, missing.

All evidence made gone missing, to leave the blank canvas upon which to paint the lies to lie unfettered by fact; lies designed to sabotage appeal, a review of whether law has been correctly applied to fact in a process which leaves determination of fact to the lower court, McGeady,

Peter Scandariato sought to shield his client, Ramsey Boro, from the civil liability arising from such egregious violations of Federal Civil Rights laws, the Constitution. The mayor, Chris Botta, a lawyer, himself, had landed lucrative defense work from the municipal joint self-insurance fund, the JIF, that would have paid the damages. City hall was determined to keep its loss history low.

Ramsey had earlier worked through Jack Aresenault , my previous attorney, to try to prevail upon me to concede a stipulation of probable cause, a false concession immunizing their conduct. Aresenault and attorney Deborah Factor, who got along famously with Ramsey’s Chief Of Crime, Bryan Gurney and Ramsey’s Boro Attorney Scandariat tried, and tried. Aresenault was doing excellent work, for Ramsey, at my expense. They realized they had to work much harder at it here, that as a lawyer, myself, I would not be so easily plied by co- opting my lawyer. I wanted truth. I would decide.

Civil rights lawyer Scott Korenbaum, a New Jersey resident, dismissed “administratively” my Federal suit without my consent or even knowledge. He informed me of this only after it was too late to resurrect, refusing my calls since.

Justice is evaded. Lies remain.

Ramsey P.O. Matthew Rork is recorded having said it best, himself, “We do this all the time.” Cooking those books has been so notoriously rampant in New Jersey that the United States Department of Justice (DOJ) had to take over to supervise the State Police on their findings of systemic racial profiling in violation of Federal law, with systemic lying to cover it up.

It happens. One would be naïve in believing otherwise. Two or more persons agreeing on a concert of action to achieve a desired result: conspiracy, part of human nature. The infamous smoke filled back room, where the fate of a human being can be decided; it does exist. I have sat in it. They do it all the time.

Police do not lie alone; it is impossible. New Jersey has gotten away with the racial profiling so obvious for so long only with the willfully conspiratorial complicity of a palpably corrupt judiciary, without whom it would have been impossible not only to exist, but without whose complicity it would have been impossible to have reached such levels of depravity requiring DOJ takeover of the New Jersey apparatus of law. That requires distinction; impossible to achieve without help. And by consent decree, no less, the equivalent of pleading guilty for a reduced sentence. It happens. “We do this all the time,” says Rork.

A seemingly innocuous illustration, from long before those days when I would gain the special insight I did as I sat in those smoke filled back rooms, is telling of an open air secret obvious to all who is honest of sight. I was a spirited young college student fighting a speeding ticket in the Ridgefield Park Municipal Court, before The Truly Honorable Joseph Greaney, Municipal Court Judge. Judge Greaney interrupted the calendar as State Police bring in a prisoner, in chains, he was black: the only black defendant in the courtroom; the only defendant in chains. New Jersey State Police, white, had stopped him while driving on Interstate Highway Route 80. Judge Greaney queried the basis of the stop: “illegal lane change,” the white State Police replied as the reason for having stopped the black man, with that imprimatur of honesty and truthfulness given by that badge of the State delegating the power of the people for the protection of the people, of all the people. After Court I found myself in the corridor with an angry Judge Greaney, livid with State Police for the lie, for expecting him to believe the falsity of the basis of that stop of a black man. “I make illegal lane changes all the time and no one stops me,” said Judge Greaney, a bastion of judicial honesty. Judge Greaney was that rare judge who made a young man proudly aspire to enter the law. We became friends.

State Police in his courtroom that evening were not accustomed to finding such integrity, their expectations demonstrating the willful complicity to which they were accustomed to finding elsewhere; that complicity among judges and prosecutors that emboldened them further still, to lie; to lie to the point of having been taken over for supervision by the Federal DOJ. Racial profiling could not have been successful if it encountered a Judge Greaney in the courtroom. It is only by a thoroughly engrained culture permitting pervasive police lying in knowingly complicit courtrooms, the corrupt McGeadys, that racial profiling has succeeded and that all the lying in all the ghastly state abuses succeed under that “good housekeeping” seal of court approval.

As Rork said, “We do this all the time.” Yes, they do, in fact, do this all the time, lie; lie with help, with the help of the State and all its machinery, its prosecutors and, worst of all, with the help of the courts, the judiciary, those to whom our society entrusts the role of impartial arbiters of truth and justice, to be that check on the natural tendency for abuse by those with the power to so abuse, the state, by its police. Injustice by rule: the most contemptible of crime.

“The two enemies of the people are criminals and government, so let us tie the second down with the chains of the Constitution so the second will not become the legalized version of the first”
-Thomas Jefferson

That fundamental question of whether abuse of power shall stand or fall depends on no more than the judge adjudicating it: whether before a one Truly Honorable Joseph Greaney or a Mere McGeady. The DOJ takeover of New Jersey Police is a condemnation of the judiciary, the criminal complicity of the McGeady courts that enable the abuse, more than it is a condemnation of Police. It is a testament to that triumph of lies endemically enabling proliferation of state abuse of power in those the Mere McGeady court; that Mere McGeady Court, that bred the systemic racial profiling requiring DOJ takeover, that same court that exalted the lies in this case, without which this injustice could not have stood. Both these spectacles of lies were produced by the same theatre company: McGeady Courts.

My lawyer Buckman knew of all this. He had brought the case that finally acknowledge that blatancy of racial profiling. That Judge McGeady and all the rest of New Jersey had always known, but that the McGeady Courts had always pretended did not exist, where pigs fly. In the DeSoto case Buckman had a name to make for himself. It is the trading upon that name then from which a lawyer profits; it is precisely the reason he had been hired here. unlike DeSoto, here Buckman had no opportunity of achieving any new fame, only a fee, which he already collected, in full; with no incentive for having his investigator prosecuted by Molinelli; no reason for justice here, just a fee.

The machinery that gave us unabashed racial profiling, that inebriated cocktail of corruption that produced Bridgegate, EnCap, Xanadu and more is the same machinery that produced the theatre of this case, where pigs fly.

A liar lies, the court pretends its truth. Fight city hall?

One might say, let rest this miniscule matter, albeit false it is still only a disorderly offense, little more than a traffic ticket, it is not a crime, one might say.

It gets worse.

Late in the afternoon of March 2, 2015 I am threatened. Never in my life had I been threatened. No one I knew would issue a threat. As threats might go, this one was bizarre. A personage I knew only by telephone relaying a message from yet another with demand for apology, a vague reference to “fat boy,” threatening, among other things, “they” would attack my license to practice law. About 3:00 P.M. March 6th the same personage seeks me for a conference call with “some interesting people.”15 minutes later my wife and I are struck in an automobile accident, inches from fatal. I do not know the provenance of the accident. Additional detail of these threats must be withheld from this writing.

Only weeks later, after years dormant, New Jersey Office Of Attorney Ethics (“OAE”), for the first time in my decades of licensure, writes of taking action against my license to practice law. Then as I find myself in my ailing mother’s hospital room in the throes of life decisions for the removal of her life threatening brain tumor, OAE deliberately choose that precise moment of that August afternoon to call my cellular telephone, after intimidating my lawyer into providing them with my private number they never had, on a matter that had collected dust for eight years, unwittingly leaving a telling eight minutes recording of the giddy laughter between these two women, one of whom made the telephone call, while the other would later lie on the record of their proceeding.

OAE denied my request for a hearing at which I I sought to demonstrate truth with witnesses, evidence, science. OAE said no. They proceeded without affording me a hearing on the facts, Christina Blundy adding still more lies to the record in response to questions of fact which the panel was, in fact, interested in hearing, despite OAE denial, and which Blundy was all too happy to offer, herself. In response to the question of the reason for the matter to have been brought before the Board at all, especially after so many years, she responded, ‘I don’t know. I was just handed the file.” She had been handed the file, inexplicably immediately following the threat of March, 2015, after eight years dormant, in a matter of no import to public safety or the honesty of a lawyer.

Ignoring the objection of one of its own panel members, the Board issued a reprimand, for that which never occurred. The reprimand was published in an article reporting the revocation of license of an attorney who robbed a bank.

It is said a lie travels halfway around the world before the truth gets its boots on, growing like rolling tumbleweed. One can be quietly at home with family, a maliciously corrupt police can attack, then a protectively corrupt judiciary moves the levers of state to falsely depict him, in an article with a bank robber, for all to believe; after all, police said so. Would police lie?

Boots on, the plethora of available evidence, all that which has survived police destruction, all documents, recordings and all else generated in this matter posted here for transparency of fact. Anything not here is only because police made sure it could not be here. Here is plenty for one who sees.
I am aware this truthful irreverence risks retribution: a false traffic stop or home invasion, a “furtive” movement drawing fire, or newly contrived ethics charges: contempt of corruption. So be it.

One cannot revere the contemptible.

“It is better
to die on your feet than to live on your knees.”
-Durruti