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On March 18, 2011, I posted
this registered letter to Hon Michael Daly, NSW Minister for Police,
offering again to exchange information about the assault and presumable
attempted murder upon me in
McNally Street, Bellingen, July 6, 2010. The state election lost by
Labor on Mar. 26 makes me presume it's all forgotten, if ever noted.
Poverty, assault, even attempted murder (maybe even murder), seem not to be
on the radar of our masters. On about March 25, 2011, in Bellingen I bumped
into a police officer who emailed the Coffs Harbour investigating desk, with
my details, phone number, email address, and was promised a reply. Both
times (December 22, 2010 as well) I was cordial, and I was promised action.
I regret I've done all I can do, so far. This might be a bit like how
Obama feels about how
Osama was protected for so long in Pakistan. I'm not accusing any police
of corruption, nor co-operation with my assailant/s, but do I think that any
reasonable person would agree that in a case such is mine there would have
been an attempt made to discuss it with me. I'm told that I was interviewed
by police while I was in John Hunter Hospital in Newcastle. As I was either
in a coma or emerging from one. I can't imagine that I could have given
reliable evidence, nor that the Newcastle police would know me, my
attacker/s, intimate details of my associations with people here, nor any
knowledge of any enemies I might have. I believe that when admitted to
John Hunter, I was four degrees Celsius below normal body temperature. All
this is guesswork on my part, something in which I have little confidence. I
haven't given up my interest in all this, and I intend to investigate for a
long time.
I intend not to aid in the prosecution of the
culprit/s. who I forgave months ago. Friends have advised otherwise, but I'd
say that for four months I've never thought nor felt so superbly well in my
life, nor happier. I'd ask them to pay amends to three local people who
suffered more than I. Garden amends, appropriate and fine. I finished paying
my own amends to three of these on March 24, so I accept four months' amends
as sufficient.
It's Monday, and it's been a long Monday already, and a
long Monday, Patrick, for about nine months. May 9, 2011.
Yesterday I asked an elderly friend, also a victim of the Bellingen assault
outbreak, and also badly sight-damaged from it, to be my witness while I
made some important phone calls. I spoke to a constable at
Coffs Harbour Police station, after having been put on hold a lot, cut
off, waiting ... I finally got the bloke. I explained my stuff, and was
promised that some detective would phone me ASAP. As I had last year
(December 19) I'd spoken to the very desk of the investigating officers in
my slightly more important case than someone's traffic fines, and I add that
about two or three months ago I bumped into a Bellingen police officer
across the road from my house on a completely unrelated matter, who took a
laptop from his car, found that all my details were there such as address,
phone number, email address, matters to do with my assault, and so on, and
emailed a slurry of detectives and constables, on my behalf I was led to
believe. He said I sounded angry that no one had returned my call as
promised to wish them a merry Christmas, 2010, and offer to share info. (The
detective was on the very desk that had investigated back in August, 2010,
knew my name and case well and welcomed me home.) I might have looked angry,
sounded angry, but I was extremely friendly and polite to this constable as
well. I also spoke with the Sawtell woman, who said she heard me on that
night have an argument with a number of people (she couldn't say if they
were male or female, and that with the
effluxion of time she wasn't sure she could remember it all), but the
argument she'd heard was inside my house, not the driveway as I'd thought.
She heard me call "I don't want a fight about it" (or 'to fight' - big
difference, but they sound very much alike), and saw TWO (or more) cars
pursue mine in an easterly direction. She was amazed that in nine months the
police have told me nothing. I'm used to it, but not entirely. Anyway, the
thot plickens. Are you hooked yet? I am. Are you cleaned out of money
yet? I am. (I hope Mr
Zuckerberg and all my 'friends' at
my Facebook,
are reading all this cops/doctors/money/e-book-launch/freebies/Bellingen/Idiocracy/slang/Paypal
stuff, and not as bored/pissed off as they seem. They might be more
interested in helping me, themselves, friends, residents/visitors to Bello,
and loved ones. It is to me unbelievable that some kind of vigilante
committee hasn't been formed, and I don't mean to string anyone up, but to
stop this sort of stuff going on, and to do its own investigations. The fact
that I have to do all this on my own, half blind and broke - and with other
stuff like having to risk my life falling off a high balcony climbing in my
high bathroom window, simply because a succession of real estate
property managers (I believe the current one will do something honestly) for
four years have promised repairs to this ranging from expensive leaking taps
inside and outside my home (that are damaging the floor and garden and
annoying with sound and expense), to screens on doors and windows that won't
allow me in my own home and much more. I add that three female friends of
mine of mine had
Ross River Virus. The two in Sydney ended up in wheelchairs and the one
less than half a kilometre away (who also had an Extreme
Traumatic Brain Injury) said it was absolutely excruciating for about
three months, and my backyard is alive with mosquitos in summer. It
says 'Please read first', but will anyone? Maybe overseas readers will do
something reasonable. To put the final seal on this utter nonsense, a
Bellingen some friends have even persistently tried to prevent me from
phoning or talking to the Coffs cops! And I thought I knew them!
I was apparently interviewed by Newcastle police, who neither knew me nor
Bellingen, while I was emerging from a coma. Because I was in
Post-Traumatic Amnesia, according to medical records given to me by a
Coffs Harbour social worker attached to the Coffs Hospital, for 71 days
rather than the common one or two for a brain injury, I think that as a
person who pays his taxes, I deserve an appointment with Coffs Detectives.
And that is what I said to Coff Police yesterday, and the cop agreed. Now I
suppose I just wait and see what they and the Police Minister, who has my
registered letter of months ago actually does. The reply of April 28 was
signed by M Batterham, Manager, Ministerial Liaison Unit, with the heading.
'Attempted Murder' (all in lover case!) May 10, 7:38 am (I intend to
continue updating, datestamping and adding to his note, as I feel like it
(not much), and might remove or amend it sometimes, and I certainly will be
scupulously honest with all this stuff, but I don't think now is the time to
make significant changes. Checked for typos in my slight blindness, twice,
so ...
stet.) May 10, 7:49 am.
Three almost entirely unrelated 'public notices': (1) Still no phone
call from any police; (2) Just had a rare fall, from the second-lowest rung
of my internal hardwood staircase; (3) Flatmate wanted. May 11, 1:51 pm.
So, this is looking like more of a saga every day. A kind friend of mine,
who was also beaten badly in Bellingen (in the shopping centre, after
leaving Diggers' Club) and had TBI and optic nerve damage as well, but can
drive, took me to Coffs Harbour (I'm not long home, an hour or two - been
unpacking croceries, typing this hard yakka) and I waited alone in the foyer
for hours, to speak to anyone at all about what happened to me, and ask how
I might help with the investigation, how they were proceeding, and so on. I
would also politely have asked why no officer had ever spoken to me (except
I guess when I got a chance, I would have politely asked what they thought
of my interview in Newcastle) yet when I phone, they always promise that
they will. The detective now in charge of the investigation knew it was
'Philip Wilson of Bellingen' told the desk constable in the foyer, by phone,
that he was see me at about 11:30am. After a very long wait, a woman whose
husband of 14 years had left her last night with three young children, and
had taken the car she owned, but was not answering the mobile phone (also
paid for by her). She wanted to file a missing-persons report, and believed
that he was with his parents in Victoria, but legally could not for a day or
so. I thought her case was much more important than mine, so I left. My
friend, driving me down the Pacific Highway, said that the detectives are
hoping I'll go away. (We got lost at the Bonville turnoff, which after years
I usually do and anyone would.) And that's what I did - I went away. but
maybe not in the way they like. I hope readers will share this stuff with
anyone, not just in Bello or Caoffs. And I hope you'll continue to play
Sherlock Holmes with me, every day if you can, but I'll only post here
if a detective actually talks to me, Meanwhile, this arvo I'm going to start
a new webpage and call it Pip's Pix, because with all my TBI stuff and such
a shitbox computer, I didn't know I had them. As I have lots of ideas and
lots of free time, I'll keep doing stuff on Microminibliss, and all Book of
Days stuff and Microminibliss. If interested, I presume you can Google and
use my Search, so any ideas and contributions are more than welcome. Adidas,
amoebae. See youse when I do. I'm a patient and tenacious so-and-so.
Friday. May 13, 2:33pm. Next wee bit added, May 15, 1:18 pm: "Happy
birthday, chaps. Next year, maybe. Sometime."
I walked to town with one purpose being to ask a cop, preferably detctive if
they could tell me anything at all. I decided to get a witness, anyone who
might be quite reasonable looking. One bloke seemed OK, and I know him quite
well, but he had a dog. A man and a woman couple I know rather, and have for
years, well refused. I walked to the doctor's, made an appointment for
about ten days hence, because, while I have no headache, I feel some
pressure in my forehead that I don't like. I suppose (hope) it's a
combination of my eyesight probs and the delay from the cops. May 19, 11:49
am.
VERY slightly and amended letter (for the sake of my copious typos) to
Coffs Harbour police via their website. I will remove this immediately, if
the answer is satisfactory. "My name is Philip ('Pip') Wilson from
Xxxxxxxx St, Bellingen, telephone xxxx xxxx. I am a very experienced
journalist, and public relations officer for NSW government
instrumentalities. I am particularly experienced with the Internet. And I
wish to make the following very clear. I am now half blind, and very damaged
in other ways from deadly assault in McNally St, Bellingen, on the night of
August 5/6 2010 and left to die by, according to a neighbour, "at least" two
carloads of people, mostly male, but gender otherwise not determined, and
left at 0 degrees C, possibly a few degrees below, from 11 pm till 6 am. I
do not know or care if this is negligence or attempted murder. I am prepared
to allow any of my 5 or so close barrister friends to work that out, but I
have been restrained by kindness so far, to the Coffs and Bellingen police.
On NUMEROUS occasions, since Dec.19, 2010, I have been PROMISED by
detectives in charge of the enquiry, that they will return my call of
thanks, and my offer to share information. But always kept waiting, whether
at Coffs Police station, or in Bellingen. If I do not hear from the
detective/s ON MY CASE, such as Detectives xxxxx or xxxxx, by May 25, 2011,
I will actively begin using my plentiful contacts at the ABC, Sydney Morning
Herald, and The Australian, and within less than one week begin a campaign
extremely damaging to Coffs Harbour and Bellingen Police. I have had more
than enough. I am a diligent taxpayer and law-abiding citizen with a
university degree and considerable standing in my community. Would you,
sirs, and mesdames, not do something similar in my position? May 22, 2011,
approx. 11:18 pm.
Break Wilson?
Gaddafi tried to break him. He knows the Bellingen bush well. He knows
Oz bush well. He's survived worse than you. Keep trying, chaps.
Mr Wilson
Your concerns have been forwarded to the Professional Standards Manager at
Northern Region. Should you wish to follow up on this inquiry that Office
can be contacted on 02 49290801. CAU Ref: CRM 3959560.
Regards Jim
Customer Assistance Unit.
May 25, 2011
It is 5:47 pm, May 25, 2001. The police haven't phoned all day. Nor have my
Almanac nor real friends. I think they should all be ashamed of them
themselves. People are getting murdered in Bellingen (I was seconds away
from being one of them), and the idiots want to watch TV rubbish, or sport,
or pop bands. I shall write very soon to the Sydney Morning Herald, the
Australian, the Bellingen Courier-Sun, the Coffs Harbour Advocate, TIME
Magazine, and more, despite my lack of printer, and I expect no support - as
usual. If it comes, I shan't link it here as they all have their own
websites. I am indefatiguable in this, and abhor people's
Idiocratic values. Today, a close friend
asked me to stop talking about murder in Bellingen, that I was boring". (Yet
another person with TBI.) On Sunday, a Bellingen elder ignored my plea for
two minutes of discussion, as did a local journalist who had promised a
story on all this but has since not contacted me. I might have 40 years
left, but I refuse to delete this post (nor cease and desist), which I wrote
in near-blindness and a reasonable fear of walking in the dark, in rain,
without an umbrella. I intend to do so now and perhaps be murdered, but I'll
fight ferociously, and with 40 push-ups a day, and much walking, and a
persuasive tongue, I expect to win. Last week I told a fickle friend to go
fuck himself. And he protested! I hope he wised up and fucked himself.
People seem almost more selfish than I'd thought. Now, a walk to the
Providore shop (and back to do some more of
the
Book of Days, which I enjoy doing without
asking for money as I used to, although I need it so much more. And me
happy, despite all. I enjoy the dogs and horses, and the walk.
Had a phone call within the last hour. I spoke to a police Public Relations
person, an officer I believe, from the Coffs area (should have taken his
name, but I was quite busy and a bit flustered). I told him of my concerns,
and that I am not cranky, not angry, but waiting too long and would like to
talk to anyone associated with investigations into my case. He said he'd get
back to me, or someone will, very soon. May 26 2011, 3:32 pm.
I guess I've had enough of just about everyone. No one
seems to care that I was left to die in the freezing cold and live in
fear. Some police, some family, some friends
(though some are exemplary) ... no one much seems to be doing anything
real, especially for others getting bashed. Maybe wives widowed, kids
made orphans. Oh, how I've tried. More important matters, I suppose.
Still I have a good heart. Even if they stay so cold, and I have to
defend my life, I'll keep on going with the Almy. June 13, 2011.
I walked down Dowle Street to check my answerphone at
the phonebox, and it's on the blink. But the same applies. I'm easy to
find in Bellingen. If police ask at Bananacoast Credit Union, the
Courthouse, 2-BBB-FM, the Courier-Sun newspaper, the Butter Factory, The
Lodge, the cafes in town ... wherever they want, they'll find me
quickly. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.
