The Case

For more than 10 months in 2002, I was held in Poland without my passport and made to stand trial for a crime I did not commit. During this time, I lost my money, my time, my credibility and my good name all of which I had spent the better part of my life building up. I suffered unending depression, had my name slandered and was never even allowed to defend myself. What should have been to any reasonable thinking person’s eyes a completely ridiculous and outrageous prosecution was turned into a festival of doubletalk and insanity. What they did wasn’t right, it wasn’t fare and it wasn’t necessary.

People always asked me why I didn’t just pay the cop. Well, I didn’t for a couple of really good reasons. Firstly, I didn’t do it. Secondly, I did not have the money to simply give him. If I did, my proposed business and my plan of staying with Tatyana in Belarus would be at an end. Thirdly, agreeing to pay him also meant agreeing that I had committed a ridiculously arbitrary and violent act and that I had done so from a bike would forever ruin my reputation as well as my name. It just wasn’t worth it. So, I told them to stick it. And, because I would not capitulate, they agreed that I needed to be taught additional lessons about life in Poland. And, as I no longer had my passport, I was a captive audience for the classes.

And so, because all of my accusers; the police, the prosecutors, the judges and even my own attorneys took such pride and pleasure in their actions, I thought I really ought to do the same in return. After all, what goes around comes around. And so these pages represent my best efforts to return the favor. Of course, I do not have the luxury of officially accepted lies; I am only able to use hard facts here. But nevertheless, I think I make the point clear enough.