False Imprisonment Quotes

“Here was a temporary solution. Parole would get Mofokeng and Mokoena out of jail as quickly as possible. Other details could be sorted out later. I accompanied Nyambi to Kroonstad jail at the end of October and remember that as he told Mofokeng and Mokoena the news—that they would be home for Christmas—smiles slowly but surely transformed the sombre, cautious expressions on their faces.

Big problem: it was discovered in December, a full two months after the judgment was made, that the court order does not mention the NCCS at all. Consequently, the NCCS interpreted the court's order as having removed the NCCS's jurisdiction to deal with any "lifers" sentenced pre-1994. The members of the NCCS packed their briefcases and went home.

No one knows why the judgment didn't mention the NCCS; maybe the judge who wrote it, Justice Bess Nkabinde, simply didn't know how the parole system operates; but eight of her fellow judges, the best in the land, found with her.

The Mofokeng and Mokoena families, who are from 'the poorest of the poor', as the ANC likes to say, are distraught.

But the rest—the law men, the politicians and the government ministers—well, quite frankly, they don't seem to give a fig. Zuma has gone on holiday, to host his famous annual Christmas party for children. Mapisa-Nqakula has also gone on holiday. Mofokeng and Mokoena remain where they were put 17 years ago, despite not having committed any crime.”
― Jeremy Gordin

“I shall struggle against the decline of body and brain and heart so long as a shadow of force is left me, so long as they leave me a spark of life. I must see the end of this dark tragedy.”
― Alfred Dreyfus, Five Years of My Life: The Diary of Captain Alfred Dreyfus (Select Bibliographies Reprint)

“Something About Her by Stewart Stafford

Her cemetery chill touch,
Felt in porcelain hands,
Vacant heartbeat stolen,
Desert of smooth sand.

Her eyes were portals,
To a feral, scary land,
With no outlet or relief,
Automaton at her command.

Yes, break the spell now,
An eye blink from losing all,
Just a heave and it is broken,
New dawn beyond her thrall.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford