EU Corpus Juris – the nightmare begins
Chris Lees decided to leave the UK in search of a better way of life. Spain beckoned, and the Costa del Sol with its 340 days of sun and long rolling beaches fitted the bill perfectly. He sold his house and moved to Marbella in 1998. He continues:
Coming from Britain I found it strange that as a foreigner - even as a European – you had to register yourself with the police and obtain a tax number also from the police. Every necessary official piece of paper - and in Spain there are many – seemed to have something to do with the police.
One even stranger incident did make me wonder as to how much power the police had. One day I tried to obtain money from my Spanish bank account with my cash card only to have the card confiscated by the machine. I raced over to my bank to sort this matter out only to be told by the clerk that the police had frozen my account. What! Run that past me again! Yes the police had frozen my account over an unpaid speeding fine. Fortunately, the fine had nothing to do with me but with the owner of a car I'd sold some months ago. The new owner, a Spanish man, hadn't registered the vehicle in his name, again with the police, and so I was the innocent bystander caught up in this imbroglio. How could the police have the power to embargo my bank account over a fifty pounds speeding fine and, worst of all, not even inform me about it? No wonder I started to worry.
In July 2001, I received a phone call at 6.30 in the evening. It was the police. "Senor Lees, your company is the managing agent for a property located cast of Marbella and we have some bad news for you."
The phone call went on to say that the property in question had been under observation for a couple of weeks and that 2,500 kilos of cannabis resin had been found there in the garage. Two people of Moroccan origin had been arrested at the property and would I kindly call in at the police station tomorrow to help with enquiries?
Shocked at what I had just learned, I raced over to my Fuengirola office and found the paperwork. The following morning I drove over to the comisaria (police station) and as requested introduced myself and asked to speak to a member of Grupo UDYCCO – the Spanish equivalent of the Serious Crime Squad. Understandably, I was shocked and upset that this had happened and as a law abiding citizen who has never been in trouble with the police in his life, I was keen to help to clear this matter up.
I was shown into a small office. The door slammed shut behind me and I was met by three plain clothed and very aggressive police officers. One of them showed me a Polaroid snap of a wall of hessian sacks and proclaimed, in my face, that this haul of hashish was mine 'and I would go to prison for a long time. For good measure, he spat in my face and racially abused me.
No one would listen when I was languishing in Malaga prison. They nearly killed me with the drugs they forced into my body and I nearly killed myself whilst on hunger strike. Nobody came to my rescue. Nobody cared about my human rights. Nobody picked me up when I was mentally broken. It took fifty weeks of my fighting to be heard before my case went to trial. Very lucky I was too because they could have kept me there for two years on remand and then asked for an extension of another year.
I sat in the dock and there was no evidence against me whatsoever. The Moroccans testified that they'd never seen me before in their lives and couldn't understand who I was. The whole thing was a complete farce. Even the police were unsure why they had arrested me. I was a success in business and they didn't like it. That was the real reason for putting me behind bars and they took it all away from me, all except my spirit.
People ask me if I will receive compensation? The answer is no. The reason is quite simple; Corpus Juris. Suspicion, arrest, investigation and then charge. That's the way it is over there. There's no stigma to being in prison. Every family has, or has had, at least one male member of the family put away.
This is the Napoleonic inquisitorial system that exists in Europe today and the system that they are trying to impose upon us in Britain.
They say that what happened to me could not happen here. Well wake up and take a look around you. Our freedoms are under attack as never before.
No one else should have to endure the agony and pain of what I went through for no reason at all. Therefore it is incumbent on us all to stand up, fight and speak out, not only to protect ourselves, but also to protect others.
Cranmer has nothing to add, except, perhaps, to ask the question ‘why?’. Why is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland supplanting a tried-and-tested system of law and traditions of justice which have endured for 800 years? Why are we depriving ourselves of one of the greatest gifts we have given to the civilised world? Why are we abandoning our liberties and embracing the shackles of a foreign power?
And since this is manifestly not at the behest of the people, why are those who govern us seeking to abjure those very laws and customs which Her Majesty swore in her Coronation Oath to uphold?