if the rules of the game are that references to clocks are always regarded as accurate readings of the time, even when recalled many hours later, and all other time references are always regarded as unreliable guestimates, then perhaps this would be a fair play...
[Many Oct 1 papers] LD: I am a traveler in the common jewellery trade, and work only for myself. I have also been the steward for the International Working Men's Club for between six and seven years, and I live on the premises of the club. For some time I have been in the habit of going to Westow Hill, at the Crystal Palace, every Saturday, in order to sell my goods at the market which is there. I got back this Sunday morning about one o'clock, and drove up to our club-room gate in my pony cart.
There is no reference to a clock here, nor any reference to an exact time.
It was about 1 am, when Louis returned, and that should be the end of it.
So why does Louis get another bite of the cherry, at the inquest?
Louis also said this to the press, Oct 1:
Her hands were tightly clenched, and when they were opened by the doctor I saw immediately that one had been holding sweetmeats and the other grapes. I should not like to say whether or not she had been knocked about at all in the face; but speaking roughly, she seemed to me to be a more respectable sort of woman than we generally see about these parts. I conclude this because it appears that nobody about here had ever seen or heard anything about her before. The police removed the body to the mortuary at Cable-street. When I first of all came across the woman, she was lying on her left side, her left hand was on the ground, while the right was lying across her breast.
So Louis at this stage knows the...
- state of her hands - clenched
- contents of her hands - sweetmeats and grapes
- position of her hands - left on ground, right across breast
Now to the inquest, just a day later...
[DN1002] She was lying on her side with her face towards the wall of the club; at least I am sure she was lying with her face to the wall. As soon as the police came I ceased to take any interest in the affair, and went on with my duties at the club. I did not notice in what position the hands of the deceased were. I only noticed that the doctor, when he came, unbuttoned the dress of the deceased, and, patting his hand on her on her bosom, told a constable standing by that she was quite warm.
How can he get away with this?
Why is this person regarded as a reliable witness?
Packer changed his story, and lost his credibility as a result.
Why not Diemschitz?
Why is it supposed that Diemschitz and other politically radical members of the club, approach Gentile justice with an attitude of respect and honesty?
What have they done to earn our trust?
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