It was kind of sad. Flash had used his GST rebate Friday to cab it to the courthouse attached to lock up Downtown in the rough part of Vancouver. When he arrived there were no friendly fresh washed faces to greet him or share a toke on the sidewalk outside. Security was at its height. Policeman on and off duty, milling about everywhere and an airport style metal detector and unsympathetic guards at the gate.
Instinctually Flash worried about the 1/2 gram wrapped in a baggy in his pocket but took heart that they weren’t necessarily strip searching anyone. They just looked for weapons so he crotched it. Flash’s jacket zippers caused the wand to beep crazily and the guard was gruff in his order to turn around. Flash didn’t know if the jig was up or what? Soon however he was given back his wallet, keys and cigs and was on his way to check the roster. Never one to read a list when he can ask someone instead, he asked the information lady where Don Briere was going to make his appearance in court.
“Is he in custody?” she swiftly inquired.
“I believe so,” Flash guess-timated.
“He will be in room 101,” she intoned.
Flash was feeling strangely uncomfortable with his stash in his ginch so ventured into the mens room to straighten things out. As he went through the swinging doors he almost ran smack dab into a six foot policeman coming out. He hastened the bag out of his underwear and slipped it into his change pocket. Returning to room 101, Flash looked in the door window and saw another set of tall sheriffs standing there.
‘Perhaps they frisk you again going in?’ Flash worried and zipped back into the mens room to put his stash back where it was before.
Looking around Flash surveyed the morning crowd that had gathered. He even recognized one poor lout he had known long ago who is constantly getting popped with minor possession charges and old friend of his dealer buddy in high school. 20 years later there he was still getting popped for possession. Tyler was being pulled along, practically by the nose, by his legal aide lawyer so Flash never got to wish him well. In through security, being razzed by the guards, strode Lorne who’s kept communication with Don Briere well Don’s been imprisoned and had set out the call for supporters to attend this A.M., although on short notice.
Lorne surprised Flash by showing him what Flash thought was another court room door, was actually a quaint cafeteria where they were able to take refuge and have a coffee and pastry.
It was reported that Don Briere had what appears to have been a ‘heart attack’ upon his arrest. What was not reported is that this was not a “routine stop” as early police reports indicated which have now been amended to say that an officer “recognized Briere” and “smelt a strong odor emanate from the car.” (The oldest excuse in the book.) As if the average policeman has the keen sense of smell of a trained police drug dog.
Flash even believes that Queen’s Council John Conroy has already proved in court that Police are not gifted by profession with any proficiency in telling ‘pot’ from say a satchel of say potpourri and can know with no certainty whatsoever the smell which they find convenient to say gives them permission to search.
There is no way to explain either the easy convenience by which a whole assembled SWAT team was at the ready to “take Don down.” Physically ramming him up against the hood of the car bruising one side of his face. Causing him such trauma as to go into cardiac arrest and require immediate hospitalization.
“Maybe we should get in there?” Flash hastened.
In this kangaroo court “everyone’s scheduled to appear at 9:30 AM they can draw it out all day,” Lorne cautioned. Nevertheless Flash didn’t even have time to finish his coffee and had to leave it by the door and rush in. Lorne had gone in ahead and Don, red faced but not defeated, appeared in the docket silent but animated enough to meet Flash’s sympathetic eye as Flash winked at him and to see that Lorne was there too. There was no bail plead for as they had received no indication that it would be under the circumstances granted. Besides, Marc Emery was not there this time with his entourage of activists to pay the bail this time as he was for the Kubbys and Steve Tuck, Renee Boje and many others.
Instead, Don Briere stood silent as the judge waived off “show of cause” till October 14th when they must show just cause as to “why” they pulled Don over in the first place and have their story straight this time as John Conroy attempts to prove they laid in wait like thieves in the night to ambush Don. Encouraged, no doubt, to do so at the unilateral decision of the attorney general, BC’S top cop, who takes his orders from his buddy’s on the border patrol and the US, DEA and his chums like US Drug Czar John Walters who have vested interest in maintaining the flow of drugs in CIA and US Army control, maintaining the status quo and balance of power held by organized crime cartels, police, corporations and government.
In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse, and it only took a minute for Don to make his appearance in court and in that moment Flash saw Don’s greatness flicker.
Monday he will no doubt be remanded to Federal Custody and there at least it is hoped the conditions will be more tolerable.
Flash gathered up the clippings generated from the media blitzkrieg of over 16 days of press, the deluge of articles and editorials, letters to editors and political cartoons the Da Kine Experiment at “Vansterdam” had generated. Perhaps they will comfort and inspire Don once again to ‘Greatness’ the Pot Baron to rise again. To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all.” It would have been worth while, to have bitten off the matter with a smile, to have squeezed the universe into a ball and pose the question “Why?”
When one day this drug war is over; all prohibition repealed, Don Briere, Carol Gwilt, (who a provincial court judge refused to grant bail) Micheal, and all those arrested in this Violent raid will be remembered as “freedom fighters” and our Leaders and Heroes.
Bush and John Walters, BC’s top cop and others will face a war tribunal more far reaching and damning that even those of Nuremberg could not compare to in scope. The down trodden lifted up and the prisoners of injustice set free with amnesty.
(Apologies to T.S. Elliot)