If you’ve ever wondered why so many judges are so besotted with rapists, murderers, paedophiles and other assorted violent criminals (provided said criminal is sufficiently high on the Intersectional Totem Pole), the answer is twofold.
First, governments literally instruct them to: in Victoria, for instance, judges are explicitly told to give migrant criminals a sentence under one year, if possible. Because a sentence over one year immediately triggers deportation proceedings.
Secondly, they’re just operating according to the programming that was inculcated in them at university. For a particularly jaw-dropping instance, consider the Canadian students petitioning to allow a brutal serial rapist and murderer study law with them.
Up in the Great White North, where progressive sanctimony long ago eclipsed basic survival instincts, the law faculty at Montreal’s prestigious McGill University has reached the absolute nadir of academic lunacy. The object of their tender affections is one Jeffrey George Ewert.
In 1984, Ewert offered a young woman a ride home from a venue, whereupon he choked her senseless, sexually assaulted her, battered her and threw her into the Fraser River to die. Less than six weeks later, he set upon a 15-year-old girl who dared rebuff his advances, strangling and beating the child so savagely that, believing her dead, he discarded her in a ditch. She survived, but was left blind, quadriplegic and shattered for life.
After four decades behind bars, Ewert was granted day parole and strolled straight through the front doors of McGill’s law school. When the university administration belatedly experienced a rare, microscopic twitch of institutional self-preservation and barred him from the grounds, our future legal luminaries did not breathe a collective sigh of relief. No, they circulated a petition demanding his triumphant return.
‘As law students, we are taught to recognize the injustices perpetuated by the criminal justice system and to understand the importance of rehabilitation and offenders’ rights,’ the email said in part.
Naturally, the woke syllabus demanded an intersectional excuse. Because Ewert is an indigenous man, the faculty’s budding barristers pleaded that his incarceration was:
‘Inextricable from the colonial institutions in which he was born.’
There you have it: British imperial history made him choke a teenager into quadriplegia. It was John Cabot as made ’im done it, yer honour.
Leading this crusading charge is law student Raymond Johnson-Brown, a paradigm specimen of the modern campus who enjoys posing for photographs sporting women’s dresses and fishnet stockings. Johnson-Brown piously informed reporters that he and his chums had forged a fast friendship with the geriatric predator. With all the towering moral vanity typical of an undergraduate who fancies themselves immune to physical peril, Johnson-Brown airily dismissed the terror of female classmates, chirping that having an unrepentant sex-killer in seminar rooms didn’t personally bother him.
One wonders if Johnson-Brown bothered to glance at Ewert’s contemporary record. While the parole board indulged in bureaucratic wishful thinking, various clinical assessments bluntly ranked Ewert’s risk of reoffending as moderate to high.
His brief taste of liberty on day parole had already unspooled into a farce of repeated transgressions. Ewert was caught stalking women’s profiles across social media platforms, sliding into their digital conversations, secretly amassing female phone numbers and texting them. He even merrily registered on an internet dating service without whispering a word to his mandatory supervisors. His overarching ‘attitude and behaviour’ toward his clinical counsellor at the community residential facility grew so rancid and uncooperative that the facility promptly washed its hands of him and withdrew its support. Yet the parole board, cowed by appeals to ‘historical trauma’, kept loosening the leash.
Now, imagine being a young woman at McGill, paying extortionate tuition fees, only to find yourself sharing a library desk with a man who stalked, strangled and discarded women like rubbish, while he surreptitiously surfs dating apps under the noses of campus security. If she dares object, she is promptly lectured by frock-wearing activists that her unease is merely a symptom of systemic colonial oppression.
This is the ideological sausage-machine currently minting our future magistrates, solicitors and policy advisers. When an aspiring class of jurists genuinely believes that brutalising a 15-year-old girl is an understandable byproduct of historical grievance, the justice system is no longer simply broken – it has become actively complicit in evil. God help any society whose laws are eventually entrusted to fools like these.
