How can a person be criminally convicted in the Supreme Court of Canada for a law that does not exist? JUSTICE SERVED UP YUKONSLAVIA STYLE: The Shameful Conspiracy Behind the Allen Carlos Trilogy 1998 to 2004 Written by Jane Gaffin Allen Carlos shown in front of Yukon Justice Building, Whitehorse, Yukon, 2002 (Yukon News Photo by Mike Thomas) © by Jane Gaffin, 2003, 2009 All rights reserved by the author, including the right to reproduce this volume. No part of this manuscript may be translated or reproduced in any form or means by anyone else without written consent from the author who can be contacted at janegaffi[email protected] or [email protected]. The Carlos Trilogy can be ordered on CD from Mac’s Fireweed Books, Whitehorse, Yukon, by phoning the toll-free number 1-800-661-0508. *Cover designed by Joanne Rice, Whitehorse, Yukon, 2003 *Formatting and Type-setting by Christopher di Armani, Lytton, British Columbia, 2004, with special thanks to Raymond Brown, Langley, British Columbia. ISBN 978-0-9691994-(1)-6 (online e-book version) TABLE OF CONTENTS starts on Page 13 ______________________________________________________________________ Page 2 ABOUT THE AUTHOR American-born Jane Gaffin and her blue-eyed Siberian Husky, Chuchi, were threading their way north along the twisting ribbon of gravel and dirt known as the Alaska Highway. It was June 1966. She only intended to interrupt her Fairbanks destination with an overnight in Whitehorse. But the next morning, the immigration officer had found her a prospective job selling ads for the Whitehorse Star. She immediately wrapped the charming burg around her like a comfortable old coat. She found the traditions refreshing. A new country; a new town North of 60 where the midnight sun shone all night. There were no traffic lights with which to contend. It was fun just honing her French skills on the canned goods lining the grocery shelves before peeking at the English translation. The Yukon had to be the world’s best-kept secret, especially when the jaws of winter clamped shut over the land. Even the 40-below-zero temperatures would prove to be an exhilarating novelty worth relating to the folks back home. Smitten by these zany residents whose main purpose in life was “fun” first, she never left – except for a later jaunt to Anchorage to earn a private and commercial land-and-sea rating in single-engine aircraft. Then, back to the Yukon and to the Star. A special research assignment about the 1898 gold-rush mining history evolved into a fascination with hardrock mining and mineral exploration. Truth be known, it was a good excuse to experience more of the expansive and great land. As a freelance writer, she became a voice for the mining industry. Her numerous analyses on such subjects as mining, law, economy, politics, justice and firearms have appeared often in the Yukon News and the Whitehorse Star; some articles were syndicated in national and international publications and posted on various Internet Websites. ______________________________________________________________________ Page 3 From her mining-related articles and personality profiles came her first book, Cashing In, a history of the hardrock mining industry. It was followed by two more books bearing Northern themes: The Adventures of Chuchi, a delightful children’s novel about an adorable Siberian Husky always in trouble; and Edward Hadgkiss: Missing in Life, a biography that probes the pilot’s and girlfriend’s mysterious disappearance after surviving the crash of his Harvard on a remote island of coastal British Columbia. Gaffin also contributed to two other books: Writing North, an anthology showcasing contemporary Yukon writers; and Up From The Permafrost, a collection of reflections on learning, as told through short stories and art. Sadly, the Yukon and Canada degenerated slow-motion into a place she no longer recognized nor understood. Her latest book-length project, Justice Served Up Yukonslavia Style, was motivated by a strong sense of justice to somehow right the wrong of a Yukoner criminally convicted in Canada’s highest court for a law that did not exist. ______________________________________________________________________ Page 4 Illegitimus Non Carborundum The bastardized Latin motto which has for many decades graced the banner of the daily Whitehorse Star can be literally translated as “don’t let the bastards grind you down” ______________________________________________________________________ Page 5 NOT A GUN FIGHT Whatever Allen Carlos might have said to offend a series of government regulatory and enforcement agents doesn’t come close to the disrespect, verbal and physical abuse government employees perpetrated on me and others over the years. Many examples have been documented in the public record and are contained between the covers of this exposé. Carlos at least showed the common courtesy not to bully, threaten, assault, nor speak vulgar language to anyone. Yet I have been aggressively accosted in a public forum by a pair of government employees; physically detained twice in a corner against my will; threatened over the phone. I have been cussed and discussed; tripped on staircases; chased up and down grocery store aisles; been denied service in library and archives; refused copies of technical speeches; and had invoices go into the garbage rather than be processed for payment. One sop demanded I stop selling ads for my employer “because I was too stupid to know anything about the tourist industry,” he said, then ordered me to sell non- commissioned ads for his government publication! Whenever I retaliated in a mouth-foaming rage, their eyes bulged big as saucers, and they whined, “What did I do? What did I say?” Malicious males, who feel secure bullying women, are usually controlled in private life by a domineering wife or in the workplace by a castrating female boss. They wouldn’t know honor and integrity if it bit them on the nose. And they drag a heavy load of smelly baggage behind them. If I’d filed a complaint with the police about every bureaucrat and political wannabe who screamed, yelped, shrieked, hollered at me, insulted, criticized, threatened and pounded me, stalked, taunted, pestered and detained me, lied about me and lied to me, half this territory’s population would have been criminally charged and incarcerated behind bars long ago. But they are not worth the aggravation. I look after myself with my trusty cyanide-dipped pen. And it was those bureaucratic-committed injustices that prompted this manuscript. In other words, they brought it on themselves. It was a matter of time before they were caught in their own webs and drowned in their own falsehoods. ______________________________________________________________________ Page 6 Some are jerks and jackasses for the sake of being jerks and jackasses. Some are dangerously mean-spirited and hateful by nature and like to wield power over others. Some are simply borderline mental cases who forgot to swallow a stabilizer pill for breakfast. None of these personality quirks are legal excuses to be downright abusive to others. As governments of all stripes began pushing their weight and their limits too far with permits, permits, permits, precipitated by a secular state religion called environmentalism, the fearless “earth custodians” were handed enormous discretionary people-control powers. The free-spirited individuals felt threatened, pressured and frustrated. They complained behind closed doors that bureaucrats were shameless in their enforcement of every land-use and gun regulation as though they were prohibition orders. It was a matter of time before the muscle-flexing regulatory and enforcement authorities would become too overbearing, too rude, too condescending, too disrespectful...Somebody, besides me, was going to lash back one day. It was despicable that a bunch of bureaucrats ganged up on one man, and even more despicable for the police to accept the fictional slop and secretly concoct their own version, but never bring Carlos to court to meet his condemners. The police descended on Carlos because of his “personality” and his “conduct”. Touché! What about the “personalities” and “conduct” of the bureaucrats who descended on me and others? Yet the court case, where Carlos should have met his accusers, was derailed forever by what was trotted out as a gun-storage case because the police felt compelled to raid his house under the abhorrent cesspool of confusion known as a gun law. They confiscated the registered guns they knew about, and had a field day hauling home the long arms they stumbled across accidentally while executing a fishing-expedition brand of search warrant. But the trial never was a gun feud. The gun law, a minimum 10-prong affront to a person’s Charter rights, hurled the Carlos fight into the civil rights arena, which, I must add, was not unlike the freedom of speech put on trial when Socrates was brought to court in 399 B.C. A zealous religious movement was on the rise then, too. Greek authorities feared the Greek philosopher who educated people to question authority and obtain truth. But authorities did not want citizens to think. They were expected to “behave” – do as they were told – so the empire could run according to the ruler’s dictates. ______________________________________________________________________ Page 7 The state, which only allowed a person to speak what the authorities were willing to let him say, felt slandered. Socrates was brought to trial for imparting too much knowledge and wisdom to others. But it was freedom of speech that was on trial. By a narrow majority, the citizens court (500 or so in numbers) sentenced him to death, a fate not unlike legions of other just men killed by an unjust state throughout history. Some things never change; human nature is one of them. His pupil, Plato, recorded the trial proceedings and wrote The Republic, a masterpiece that examined “What is justice?” When virtuous people forsake a democratic society for a crock of politically- correct scum, the result is social and political instability rotting on the foundation of decadence and immorality.