I first heard about Schapelle Corby's arrest in 2005 I believe, thanks to the HBO documentary "Ganja Queen" (a popular nickname used for her by the Indonesian press). The documentary was absolutely insane - the crowd surrounding this 28 year old girl who had gone to Indonesia (where her older sister had lived with her husband) on holiday was being swarmed by the paparazzi in a way only comparable to the 2007-2008 years of Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan. It was a complete madhouse and the worst part of it? She wasn't a celebrity dealing with what certainly constitutes as extreme harassment and lack of privacy. It's unfair to celebrities with actual talent, as yes, being a public figure does unfortunately amount to some loss of privacy - but obviously there is such a thing as going too far (as for the reality stars and social media idiots, they ask for it. Literally. So stop complaining when you get exactly what you want).
No, she was neither a celebrity with talent nor someone famous for being famous. Rather, she was a scared young woman on trial for her LIFE. Her charge? Allegedly sneaking 6.5 ounces of marijuana through the Australian airports into Indonesia. Before I elaborate a little more, let me explain why I am certain of her innocence: first of all, she's traveling to a country that is known for implementing the death penalty against those that traffic drugs into its borders. I have extreme doubts that she would risk her life for this; and for marijuana - basically the cheapest drug to sell. Not only that, she had no connections on the island but for her sister and husband - who everyone on the island town (Bali) KNEW were not drug dealers, nor associated with drug dealers/users.
It gets far more ridiculous than lack of motive. If she appeared to have an IQ of 60, maybe I'd think her stupid enough to put a entire plastic baggie filled with marijuana the size of her boogie board in the VERY FRONT of the boogie board bag; making it clearly visible to anyone checking bags. You'd bring bigger pieces of luggage, and you'd break it down as much as you could to hide it in between things or in spots that a rushed security guard at luggage check-in might not have the time to search.
Also, when she gets to Bali, she notices that the handle was ripped off her bag. This is bizarre to me on HER end of it all. If you'd noticed that your luggage not only had the handle ripped off, but, as she also mentions, was zipped shut in the center (when she always zips to the side), wouldn't you open it and check to see what was going on? Not necessarily because you'd thought someone had planted drugs in there. But because you'd be freaked out someone had gone through your suitcase and stolen things. At the very least, you would wonder why it was tampered with and look. But no, instead she goes to join her friends. Anyway. She really doesn't need the criticism so I'll stop; just found that strange.
It is after this when her nightmare begins: she is on her way to join her friends past the gate when she is stopped by an Indonesian baggage checker. Again: if it truly was her marijuana in this bag, why would she just merrily waltz up to the baggage check and unzip the suitcase right in front of the airport checker/security guard? If she knew drugs were in there, she would have either left the bag before reaching the guard (thus not allowing him to check it) or she would have try to bolt - with or without the bag. I'm pretty sure NO ONE would just stand there while the bag was being opened, knowing that drugs would be the first thing the guard would see.
Getting a little more into the story: there are people who think she's guilty (I'm not exactly sure why or what proof they offer) and those people fall into two camps: those who believe she's guilty but that the punishment far exceeds the crime (and as such, have sympathy for her) and the second camp: the people who believe she's guilty and even though the punishment may be extreme, that she "knew the laws of the country" and should have followed them. Wow. Here was a young girl just going on a fun beach holiday, and the result? 10 years in a disgusting, third-world prison (after being pardoned by the Indonesian president; she was to serve 20!). Initially she was facing the death penalty (death by firing squad). And people have the nerve to say she deserved it!
Her defense team was completely inept from the beginning. I don't know if she ever asked for a new trial because of an incompetent defense, but I don't believe so. Even if she had, I *highly* doubt the court would have granted it to her. They wanted to show the world that they not only didn't tolerate drug crime (since drug use was rampant in Bali) - they especially wanted to make an example out of westerners traveling to their country that were supposedly bringing drugs with them.
Examples of their ineptness? Her female lawyer (I think she later learned she wasn't even a licensed lawyer) cried the entire time. No, seriously. A criminal case where your client doesn't understand a word that the judge or prosecution is saying about you, and your attorney is CRYING. When, as Corby mentions in the book, she's supposed to be leaping from her seat; objecting, making arguments for her client. Insisting that the burden of proof is on the prosecution and they had no real concrete evidence aside from hearsay (well, the burden of proof being on the prosecution may not be the case in Indonesian law, but still, I imagine they're supposed to furnish SOME proof in order to convict someone). It seems she was very unlucky and also more than a little naive (which I believe she herself admits to) with the people she let into her life during that period, the people she allowed on her defense team. All of them seemed to care little for Schapelle's welfare, and much more about the publicity and money they'd make off their famous client.
I'm honestly not sure if the defense team did anything to try to help her. Schapelle mentions how easy it would have been for them to compare the weight of her bag when she left the airport in Sydney (the last time the bag was in her hands) and the weight when the bag was checked into Bali (right before it reached her hands again). If there was a 6.5 oz. discrepancy, it would have proved her innocence immediately. Apparently her defense team did ask the Australian airport for this info, but they claimed something about the "computers being down that day." When it was requested that the Australian or Indonesian airports provide proof of the contents of the bag (given that your luggage is X-Rayed for security purposes) - again, her request was denied at first, then later, she was told conflicting stories. First, that there were no cameras - then, "there were cameras, but they were down that day." It's unbelievable. Everyone was lying about everything, her defense was doing nothing to help her, so the belief that the airport lied is entirely plausible, as is the belief that her defense may not have even asked the airport for this info.
Also keep in mind that this was not even a full 3 years after 9/11, so it was especially embarrassing for Australia to admit to such lax security at their airports. Who would want to fly on Australian airlines when people could mess with your baggage - when terrorists could carry anything they wanted onto the plane? Or likely even worse for public opinion - who would want to fly Australia's airlines upon the realization that the same fate that befell Schapelle Corby could also happen to them?
To add to this insanity, apparently drug trafficking out of Australian airports had been a major problem in the past few months - many of the baggage handlers were the ones doing the trafficking, and they'd easily get jobs in the same baggage claim groups, making it easier to coordinate the smuggling of drugs into unsuspecting passenger luggage. The Australian police kept the entire investigation a secret, embarrassed by their inefficiency. As I just mentioned in the prior paragraph, the airport had a reason to keep it secret as well - it's every human being's worst nightmare. Being falsely accused of a crime that puts you on Death Row. And for Schapelle, it nearly happened. But instead, nope - it just took away a decade of some of the best years of her life.
The verdict had already been announced when the news of the Australian drug smuggling at airports story was released, and as I mentioned earlier, the head judges, the other judges, and the prosecutors were very keen to dismiss anything beneficial to Schapelle's defense - so they never would have reopened it. But she could have had a great chance to walk free had the Australian authorities actually called and accepted responsibility for the lax security at their airports.
I actually read the first book she published right after she received her guilty verdict - I believe that book was published in 2006? So this deals with the bulk of her sentence, being pardoned in 2014, living for 4 years or so on parole in Bali (I'm shocked they didn't throw her back in prison for some arbitrary or completely made up reason!), coming home to Australia in around 2018, and coping with life outside prison.
She ends up suffering horrible PTSD (unsurprisingly). This book is a shockingly truthful and disturbing memoir of a nightmare-turned-reality, your average young woman stuck in a third world prison living those horrors, being exploited by everyone around her. While at the same time, being viewed under a public microscope by Indonesian and Australian journalists who can only be described as leeches. It didn't matter if she was going to court to find out if the prosecution was recommending the death sentence. It didn't matter if she was going to visit a psychologist or to a mental facility because she'd had a complete and total nervous breakdown. It didn't matter that the reason for her breakdown was primarily because the press was taking shots of her at all hours of the day and night (even the guards and inmates were getting paid to sneak shots of her). The photographers still aggressively and relentlessly took photos of her each time she left the prison. Even her "confidential" visit to a psychiatrist was released (by the psychiatrist!) to the press, summing up the most intimate details of her deteriorated mental state.
It's no wonder the poor girl is afraid of cameras and being photographed.
In the end, this remained a heartbreaking tale for me - but still had a silver lining. It showed just how much her family loved her and rallied for her innocence and release. Her older sister Mercedes (who was planning to move back to Australia after the holiday in 2004) stayed with her the ENTIRE time, often spending hours in the jail with her, constantly bringing her food and anything she asked for or needed. If it weren't for her sister, I imagine she'd still be in prison today - for it was her sister that wrote the Indonesian president on Schapelle's behalf, and secured her a pardon.
Highly recommend to anyone, but as others have mentioned - it truly is brutally honest and the trauma she endured so awful, that it could easily traumatize readers to an extent. I wish her all the best for the rest of her life. She deserves it, and all the luck in the world - after more than a decade of being the world's unluckiest girl.
(I really need to work on making my reviews a bit more succinct - but I'll make an exception for this one, because this story truly has touched me and stayed with me now for about 17 years!)