Archive for April, 2011

THE FAILURE OF THE LAW

Friday, April 29th, 2011

The following piece first appeared in THE FIRM…….. the on line legal magazine.

We pursue an annual increase in our GDP but everyone I know is getting poorer. Where does it all go?

Meanwhile QCs like me have seen the cost of litigation rise to such a level that QCs themselves can’t afford it. Before you rejoice remember you can’t afford it either. You can’t defend your own property.

The best lawyers no longer want to be judges. No one brings them interesting cases any more. For all the use it is we might as well dismantle our whole civil justice system.

Now read on.

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THE FAILURE OF THE LAW

By Ian Hamilton QC

We are a property owning democracy. The ownership of property depends on several things. The first is a settled society. This by and large we have. Yet a settled society is of no use if we cannot call on the law to protect our rights. This we no longer can do. The law has failed us. No ordinary citizen can afford it.

I write as a retired person of very moderate means. I have been self employed all my life which means that my pension is small. I had hoped to supplement it by my investments. I had intended that my investments should go to my widow so that she would live in reasonable comfort after my death. I therefore invested much of my savings in the best of the best and the safest of the safe. I did as my parents had done and my forefathers likewise. I invested in the banks. They failed me.

In failing me they failed a great many others. I tried suing the Royal Bank of Scotland in the small claims court. That would have held expenses to a sum I could afford. The sheriff remitted the case to the ordinary court which would have meant expenses far beyond anything that the ordinary saver can afford. This is particularly so if the saver has just lost his savings. I couldn’t afford the ordinary court. I had to abandon my case. What then is my remedy?

I have searched my mind for the last two years for a remedy and I can find none. I cannot afford to sue the directors of the bank yet I believe that they were at fault. I may be wrong. I might lose. One always faces the chance of losing in any litigation. I cannot even face the chance of losing my litigation. I am debarred from suing because I cannot afford it.

I first entered the law in the middle of last century. It seemed to me then that the 1947 Legal Aid Act opened the law to people of moderate means. That was the intention of the legislation. I remember seeing the notice to that effect in every sub post office in the country. People of moderate means can no longer get legal aid. My house, my small pension and what is left of my savings would take me far beyond any chance of assisted litigation. I am left with a grievance and no remedy. I pose the question. What is the use of a property owning democracy if we have no accessible law to protect our property?

Sir Fred Goodwin was, I believe, the author of my misfortune. I may be wrong but I cannot test my belief in the courts. His actions go untested.

The lack of property litigation is having its effect on the people appointed to the judiciary. No longer do the best lawyers seek appointment as Senators of the College of Justice. They know that to do so will mean an endless round of criminal jury trials which are not testing of the highly honed legal mind. The best legal minds are now in the solicitor’s branch of the profession and in the multi-national corporations.

It is by the latter that we are now ruled; not by the government. These international companies are no longer responsible to the law of any one country. The Financial Services Agency here in the UK is a joke. It controls nothing and if it did the banks would flit. Banks and other international conglomerates are like shipping companies. They fly to the flag of the most convenient state.

My vote can help to change my government. No vote can call Sir Fred Goodwin to account. The law has failed me. Our property owning democracy is a sham.

 

COME BACK JOHN GALSWORTHY

Thursday, April 21st, 2011

 

By Ian Hamilton

 

 

Anyone of a literary turn of mind must regret the passing of John Galsworthy. Had that distinguished author lived for a further hundred years he would have seen the apotheosis of his finest creation. The Forsytes, who knew the price, if not the value, of everything could never have foreseen this. A Forsyte to marry a Royal! Even old Jolyon might have conceded that the family had met its match. 

 

This lack of foresight is not John Galsworthy’s fault. No one in 1910, could have expected that a son-Royal would go to a Scottish University. Such places were like Roger Forsyte travelling second class on the railway. You never knew whom you might meet. ‘Now look what has happened!’ Nicholas Forsyte could have said, ‘I told you so!’

 

Enter Franz Lehar! See how he saves the day! Listen to the swelling music of The Student Prince. None can doubt their love. Yet as the operetta progresses the music assumes a minor key. In an entrancing tenor voice the prince sings his yearning exit on one side of the stage. On the other side his Violetta, brave in her resignation, sings her way back to her humble cottage. We all knew that it could never be. The Country, the Prince, the Queen, Violetta and God have been saved.The terrible embarrassment of the nuptials will not take place.

 

It has taken a long time for Trade to meet the Queen. Tonight, or tomorrow, or someday before the nuptials, Her Majesty is to meet Mr and Mrs Forsyte. They are to eat together for the first time. It will be a private occasion. Only a few equerries will attend to show the Forsytes how to unfold a napkin.

 

One might have thought that Her Majesty would have shown a little more haste to meet these strange people who have worked for their living. How wise she was, how very wise, to wait until ten days before the wedding! After all, going back to the saga of the Forsyte family, a mere engagement is not proof that a marriage will follow. Even the Forsytes have known a broken romance.

 

Now back to John Galsworthy. His Queen and country need him. He must write the dialogue for this most difficult of all meetings. It is not an easy one, even when it’s held timeously. To postpone it until they have Commemoration Mugs to drink their tea from  makes it doubly difficult. What can they talk about when the head of the House of Windsor meets Mr and Mrs Forsyte? Trade is out. Never has a Windsor married into a family who work. Other subjects could be equally embarrassing.

 

          ‘I must give you an order,’ says Her Majesty, breaking a long, brittle silence.

 

          ‘Oh yes, please,’ says Mrs Middleton, producing a pen and notepad from her handbag. ‘Anything will help with all the expense we’re having with Kate.’

 

          ‘I was thinking of The Royal Victorian Order,’ says Her Majesty icily. ‘But perhaps the BEM will be more appropriate.’

 

Meanwhile across the stage, headed by old Jolyon himself, walk one by one the ghosts of the Forsyte family. Trade has conquered the royals.

 

Come back John Galsworthy. Your Queen and Mrs Middleton have need of you.

 

A NEW VOICE FOR KINDLE READERS

Saturday, April 9th, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is now available on Kindle. Here is one of his recent poems. I don’t know where he lives. He is a voice from far away in place and time. This poem is reproduced without his permission. I suspect that nothing can stop his voice from singing.

AN ANCIENT KINGDOM

Along the shore of Honshu
I saw six mounds
Where ancient kings were buried

They are taboo
And long established custom has it
No one may delve or enter

Centuries ago
A wave rose from the sea
And drowned their kingdom

Now, on autumn nights
The lights of their processions
Flicker on the summits of the graves

The ancients have awoken
Their solemn festivals and rites
Illuminated

Lit with spirit light
Honored with the fanfare
Of the crashing of the sea

Six kings
Of the cursed kingdom
Of Fukushima

Who buried them?
It was their fearful subjects
Who buried them alive.

Pavel

March 18, 2011

The second last poem in his recent book From Here to Babylon has an interesting view on the ancient story of Count Arnaldos. Lonfellow also deals with the subject in a memorable fashion.

Does anyone know the origin of the Count Arnaldos fable?