ANATOMY OF A
MURDER CONSPIRACY
‘For this must ever be
A secret,
kept from all the rest,
Between
yourself and me.’
DEAR
READER,
This
Chronicle will provide an insight into the dynamics of a fully documented Murder
Conspiracy that took place (extant) on the premises of an international organisation
- Bell Equipment / John Deere - in Richards Bay, Zululand, South Africa.
A number of named
managers - and others – criminally colluded in an attempt to murder an employee
on the premises of this organisation. The exposure of this Murder Conspiracy is
providing some exciting times for these criminal managers as they desperately –
and unlawfully - attempt to cover up this obscene matter.
Revealed
in this Chronicle are the motives of these criminal managers of
In a supposedly
civilized, Christian based society, these criminal managers willfully engaged
in a methodical attempt to extinguish human consciousness: It’s called MURDER: the
unlawful killing of one human being by another. Oh, pardon me but did I say
“attempt” – as in singular? My apologies - that should be plural. There were 44
murder attempts and approximately 700 assaults that took place between June
1997 and February 2006.
THE URBAN SAFARI CLUB:
Dear Reader, These criminal
managers – the Urban Safari Club (USC) – believe that they can - literally - get
away with murder. The contempt in which they hold the law will startle you - as
will the crass disregard for that ancient social custom that is common to all
cultures of humanity – the taboo: THOU SHALT NOT COMMIT MURDER.
With murder currently vying with child rape and armed robbery for national
sport, one might be forgiven for cynically assuming that, yes well, it is
Africa after all, and yes, they have been known to do beastly things to each
other, and, it goes without saying of course, that the members of the Urban
Safari Club must be those affirmative action chappies playfully indulging
themselves in a gratuitous spot of bloodletting.
Not so. With a
few exceptions (maybe three), the members of the prestigious Urban Safari Club
are white male South Africans who come from a white, Christianized Western culture
- and the employee who they have tried to murder is white - an Englishman.
Sounds far-fetched?
Hmm? Like this perhaps: “I must stress
that when first hearing the applicant’s evidence in this regard, it appeared to
be far-fetched and a figment of his imagination. However this all changed with
the evidence of…” These are the words of Commissioner Charles
Oakes of the Commission for Conciliation, Mediation and Arbitration who judged only
a single aspect of this multifaceted Murder Conspiracy.
PHILOSOPHIES:
In
Dear Reader, Let us take a look at some of the little gems that
are enshrined in the Bell Equipment / John Deere Code of Ethics / Mission
Statement and the John Deere Safety and Health Statement:
CODE OF ETHICS: ...Decent Human Behaviour… Obligation To
Avoid Harm… Report
Harmful Activity…
and
Integrity.
SAFETY AND
HEALTH: …The Safest Factories In The World….
One’s hand goes up to one’s heart as the stirring strains of the
national anthem rise unbidden to mind. These moral pieties allude to a caring,
people friendly organisation but they are hypocritical and are used fraudulently
to hide the stark realities of an organisation that has an inbred culture of brutal
criminality.
Yes indeed Dear Reader, as you will have surmised, ‘tis I, Brock, your
humble scribe, the one whose élan vital
the Urban Safari Club have striven so assiduously to extinguish. If I may be so
bold, allow this lowly scribe to guide you on this literary safari that will follow
doggedly in the pioneering tracks of Honey Badger Investigations.
Bravely, let us embark on this safari, so fraught with mortal peril,
and, with trepidation, let us cross the treacherous storm lashed void to enter
the murky realm of this beast: Bell Equipment / John Deere. Stand strong now as
looming shadows rear up out of the darkness and above all, fear not, for,
stroke by stroke, the vorpal sword of truth will shred this veil of hypocrisy and
expose the evil that lies at the black heart of this foul monster….
CRIME IN THE
WORKPLACE:
Dear Reader, Generally speaking, in
the workplace arena the crimes of theft and violence are blue-collar crimes
whilst the crimes of fraud and embezzlement are the preserve of those pudgy
handed white-collar workers. In the last 10 years, criminal behaviour in the workplace
has burgeoned (I’ve got the T-shirt) and the experiences related in the
As I
write, in this very organisation - Bell Equipment / John Deere - they are
chasing helter-skelter after one of the senior managers who, in addition to his
fat salary also grabbed some extra bucks that he felt entitled to. I believe
that they have just sequestrated his house and are now after his cosy little holiday
cottage down on the coast. Well I never! A veritable theme park of skulduggery!
If it’s not one corrupt manager, then it’s the next. Tsk-tsk!
Anyway, back
on safari. What is different in this particular case of criminal violence in
the workplace is that, with one exception, the participating criminals are not
blue collar workers but their white-collared “they ought to have known better” counterparts.
Bored with the usual everyday
white-collar skulduggery and having managed to get away with previous cases of
violence in the workplace, they decided to try their hand at Big Game Hunting -
on the premises of Bell Equipment / John Deere: It’s called MURDER. Indeed Dear Reader, here we have no less
an august personage than the CEO, a chappie called Gary Bell, masterminding a Murder
Conspiracy. NEVER!! No? Well, let us see
then….
The following is a
distillation of the events that occurred at
THE KILLING FIELDS
Dear
Reader, The entire
Down in the Machine Shop, a white woman - Renee Reyneker - was savagely
beaten by a black gentleman named Obet and the polygraph was used to resolve the
matter (?). It transpires that Renee Reyneker passed the polygraph with flying
colours whilst the Obet chappie set a New South African record for lying. For
this remarkable achievement, the Obet chappie gained an entry in the Guiness
Book of Records and, for savagely beating the female employee, the Urban Safari
Club rewarded him with a three week suspension. (Doubtless, some might consider
this proscription a little harsh).
Later, the de Salis chappie (the Urban Safari
Club’s in-house killer) took to baiting Renee Reyneker by walking passed her saying,
sotto voce, “Rubbish - rubbish”. Getting
no response to this baiting he waited until her back was turned then quickly charged
up to her and body slammed her – knocking her off her feet and sending her crashing
into a pallet.
In the fall she injured her leg. She went up to
Marenee Lubbe (Machine Shop Secretary) to show her
the injury and explain what had happened. She then went to one of the USC
managers - Jan de Beer - and reported the matter to him. He told her “Stop
behaving like children and get back to work”. Hmmm. More on this little de Beer
chappie later.
Dear Reader, The next incident took
place shortly after the de Salis chappie had managed to get Renee Reyneker
suspended for three weeks without pay. (Brian, his immediate superior, was of
the opinion that both should have been suspended.)
One
morning, Marenee Lubbe discovered the de Salis chappie alone in her office and
queried what he was doing there. He turned, headed straight for her and body slammed
her - knocking her backwards. She was standing on the first floor catwalk
outside the office door – less than a metre away from the edge – and three
metres above the Machine Shop floor.
Had
she fallen and gone through the rails she would have landed on the workshop
floor - 3 metres below. (Dear Reader, Forget about walking away from this – please see
photo above.) Incensed, she followed him downstairs to his workplace and
demanded an explanation. He got up and body slammed her again - nearly knocking
her off her feet.
An astounded 115 kg rugby player – Juan van der Westerhuizen - stood 10
yards away watching this entire upstairs/downstairs performance. He knew all
about full body contact and dangerous play. Now enter, from stage right Marius Jonker
- Security Manager and rugby referee. Rugby referees, of course, are notorious
for their inability to recognise dangerous play - and clearly, this applies even
more so to an International
This wondrous
specimen - Jonker - quickly covered up for the de Salis man (nudge-nudge,
wink-wink) by telling Marenee to “submit a Grievance” - as did Finotti – her
superior. She submitted a Grievance against the de Salis man and it went to an
exquisite little HR chappie called Dave Scobie – a card carrying member of the
Urban Safari Club.
He called
Marenee into his office and told her that if she continued with this Grievance
against de Salis, “...it might backfire on you”. Puzzled, she asked him if he
meant that de Salis would get away with it and Scobie, fixing her with a
threatening stare, replied “That was not what I meant”. Realisation dawned and she
withdrew the Grievance. What a lovely little man is this Scobie chappie – but more
on this marvellous little creature later.
Dear Reader, This following incident did not take place on the premises of Bell/
John Deere but it fits the behavioural pattern so nicely that I thought that I
would chuck it in for a spot of local colour. One day the de Salis chappie sold
a car to a woman and apparently it did not run quite as well as what he said it
would so she remonstrated with him. Not one to miss an opportunity, he grabbed her
by the back of the neck and slammed her into the ground.
On hearing this, her boyfriend (a karate
instructor) then rushed around to de Salis’s house. Standing outside the yard
on the pavement, he invited the de Salis chappie to come outside of his yard and
discuss this “misunderstanding”. De Salis declined to take him up on this conciliatory
offer but to keep things nice and convivial, de Salis's son rushed out with a
garden fork and tried to impale the boyfriend. Tsk-tsk.
THE “ACCIDENT”:
Dear Reader, Imagine that you are coming along the first floor platform
(middle photo above) and that you’re holding some documents in your hands. Further
along, someone is approaching on the wall side of the platform so you
automatically move out towards the railing side. You don’t take much notice of
who is approaching as you are deep in thought deciding what DVD to watch that evening
after supper.
Suddenly, the oncoming chappie picks up
speed and swerves straight into you - head butting you in the face. Witnesses,
if any, are far away – he has checked - and from a distance it looks like an everyday
“bump-into-someone-oops-sorry” type of accident. You are momentarily stunned
and as the chappie crowds you, you lose your balance and start to fall. Ok so
far? Right, now comes the good part.
Remember now, this happens very quickly. Your
arms are not free to catch the railing and steady yourself because you
instinctively clutch the documents that you are holding. In the confusion, as
you fall on the landing he pretends that he is trying to catch you - and to
your horror you realize that he is actually pushing you over the edge …. and
then…….
Afterwards, the
chappie will claim that he was innocently coming along the landing and that YOU,
not watching where YOU were going, YOU walked into him. YOU then lost your
balance and fell on the platform and, as he reached out to help you up – YOU
flailed about with your arms..…he lost his grip on you and – horrified – he
watched you go over the edge. He is so, so sorry about this terrible, terrible
accident – if only YOU had paid more attention to where YOU were going – if
only YOU…..if…if ….if only YOU….
Far fetched? Well, ask a homicide detective
or criminologist how far fetched this is. Better still, get two Judo guys to
show you how easily it’s done. How about this little reality check? (DON’T TRY
THIS AT HOME KIDS!!) Put down a large sheet
of cardboard on the floor of a first floor platform and lie down on it. Done
that?
Right.
NOW GET A FRIEND TO HOLD ONTO YOU!! Done that?? Right, now slowly roll towards
the edge. STOP AT THE EDGE!! (Dum-Dum!). Right! Now do you see just how quickly
and easily it is to go over the edge? By the way, how close would you stand to
the edge if there were no railings? Hmm?
THE FREDDIE FACE:
Dear Reader, The “Accident” is just one of the neat little tricks
in this chappie’s repertoire. Murder attempts like this were taking place quite
regularly. I had learned to watch his body language for the danger signs; the
affected disinterest – slyly pretending that he had not seen me; the studied preoccupation
with the drawing that he was holding and that casual last second glance around to
check that there were no witnesses. Then, in an instant his face changes: In the
millisecond that he alters direction and goes for the head butt, he presents
his “Freddie Face”.
Dear Reader, This is something to behold – and the speed of this
transformation is scary. The acne scarred face instantly contorts into a hideous
mask of towering rage - blood red, with its maniacal eyes starting from their
sockets – Oh, and it also spits – saliva flying in every other which direction.
This manifestation of rage charging straight at you is horrific and for just
one second you are going to freeze - and that one second is all the time that
it needs….. Dear
Reader,
These “reality” experiences are definitely not for the faint hearted.
The USC chappies believe that, once on the
premises of
Fearlessly now, the creature hunts the USC’s
selected victim, seeking, with near erotic anticipation, an opportunity to
slake it’s clamouring bloodlust. By inducing fear in those who despise it, it knows
that it can boost its basement level self-esteem but more importantly, by
killing the one who neither fears him nor his masters, it can savour that
glorious feeling of having real power. There is no tomorrow for this primordial
creature: It exists solely in the immediate present with its promise of instant
self gratification.
JONKER
AND SUBOURNMENT:
This de Salis
chappie was served with a Maintenance of the Peace Order by the Court when, suddenly
he pulled a real cute stunt. From then on, whenever his murder attempts failed,
he would rush into the HR Manager’s office and, professing outrage, lodge a
grievance against me. He would claim that I just done to him the very thing
that he had attempted to do to me! This was initially puzzling - until I realized
that he was preparing an alibi for the Big Day. Golly! I wonder if the Jonker chappie
had anything to do with this?
On three occasions the
de Salis chappie tried to run me off the road with his car. On one occasion I
had a witness sitting next to me and the Public Prosecutor told me to see the
Chief of Police and lay charges - which I did. Suddenly, a detective calls me
and tells me that my witness has pulled out of the case. Apparently, Jonker
(Security Manager) had got to hear of the case against the USC’s man and had suborned
my witness. Much more on Jonker later.
MURDER MOST
FOUL:
Dear Reader, Here is another excellent case of
attempted murder – with witnesses!! I was having a smoke with Pete in the Home Zone one day when, out of the
corner of my eye, I noticed the de Salis chappie suddenly detach himself from the
group he was in and casually head in our direction. Knowing the creature as I
did, I knew that it was going to go for a head butt to my left temple - a blow
which can result in instantaneous death.
The moment that he lowered his forehead to strike,
I vanished from his path and he careened through the space that I had just
occupied. Dear Reader, This should give you some indication of the force
involved in this attempt to kill me. The man’s momentum was such that, as he
shot passed me, he was bending forward from the waist - completely off balance
– and partially collided with Pete - who was standing a further three feet away
on my right – nearly knocking him over. Pete got the fright of his life for, should
de Salis have collided full tilt into him, he would have been knocked flying off
his feet and most certainly injured.
Witnessing this wonderful stuff - slack-jawed and
horrified - was the Vince Peters chappie. He was under no illusion as to what
he had just seen and initially said that he would be a witness. Later, he inexplicably
reneged. Golly!! I wonder why?
Head-butts? Any Judo or Karate guy can
explain to you just how lethal head-butts can be but the best guy to ask about
a head-butt would be your friendly, local barroom brawler (to avoid a freebie don’t
stand too close). Rugby players of course, wouldn’t dream of head-butting
opposing players. No never! Why, even an International Rugby Referee, such as
Jonker is fully aware that head-butts just do not take place - even at
Another one of this de Salis chappie’s
lovely little tricks is to lie in wait near a pallet of steel castings or sharp
metal objects. As you come along he suddenly materializes and charging at high
speed, tries to body slam you so that you fall onto the pallet. Here’s another quaint little number. When he is
walking passed you at speed he will suddenly step towards you and try to smash
you in the face with his elbow - then casually carry on walking.
In the new Machine Shop Admin Block, if
I walked out of my office and he was in the corridor, he would quickly check to
see that there were no witnesses, then charge and try to head-butt me. The
stairs in the old Machine Shop and the new Admin Block were a perennial
favourite: (DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME KIDS!!) Come down the stairs and see what
happens when someone coming up bumps you or kicks your ankle. Yes?? Nice guy.
Anyway Dear Reader, all this in
a good day’s work. Forty-four (44) murder
attempts and approximately seven hundred (700) assaults were perpetrated
against me between June 1997 and February 2006 on the premises of
THE INCIPIENCE….Whoah!! Heavy stuff there…let me
see now…hmm…how about…
THE BIRTH OF A MURDER CONSPIRACY: …There now, that’s
better isn’t it!
Dear Reader, How does a Murder
Conspiracy start? Well, here is how this one got started. It was back in 1996
and I had just received my MSc. in Security Management and Information
Technology from the
At the time my brother
was a Financial Director at
All I needed now was
some kind of a job in the company. I decided to try out for a position in the Machine
Shop and was interviewed by the Machine Shop Manager - a chappie called Fosco
Finotti and his engineer buddy Ted Hulley. Hulley has an engineering degree and
a Government Ticket while Finotti had no formal qualifications (that I am aware
of) and had previously worked in the construction field in
I explained to them what
I wanted to do and I distinctly recall them being a little biased against
academe – nothing big time mind you - just the petty “practical versus
theoretical” kind of stuff . Anyway, after the inquisition it was agreed that I
could start work in the Machine Shop. No big bucks but, shrug - just as long as
I got my PhD. going.
EARLY DAYS:
On the 10/3/1997 I
started work at
I must mentioned here that
during a period of slightly over two months that I worked with the de Salis
chappie, never a harsh word passed between us and there was absolutely no
indication whatsoever of what was to come. At the end of May he went to
On the 17/6/1997 the de
Salis chappie returned from leave. The change in the man’s behaviour was alarming
– there was no build up to this
change – it was immediate. He was haranguering and belligerent and wasted no
opportunity for provocation. His behaviour was petty and puerile – retorting
with irrational comments to questions that I asked of him and he constantly
refused to face reason.
Suddenly he took to ordering me around and became
abusive and pugnacious. I was baffled as I had no idea what had precipitated this
behaviour. I thought that maybe something had happened on the home front or that
he had had a real good time on holiday and was now trying to settle down into
the work pattern again. So I thought, yeah ok, the guy is going through a bad
patch, it will blow over and I left it at that. It did not blow over.
Whatever this man was trying to accomplish with
this behaviour was obviously not working for suddenly he really started to get
out of order. This started with three incidents where he walked straight at me
– very aggressively, as in a precursor to a physical attack - and forced me to
step backwards for fear of injury. These are criminal acts – in law this is
assault - as the Security Manager, Marius Jonker – an ex-policeman – knows full
well.
Eventually, I went and spoke to Finotti, the Machine
Shop Manager, about this business and I made him fully aware of what was taking
place in his workshop. Once the manager is aware of a problem (in breach of
criminal or labour law) it is his legal duty to sort it out – and Finotti and
Jonker (Security Manager) were fully aware of this fact.
It got worse. There was
no need for Finotti or Security Manager Jonker to issue explicit verbal
instructions to their man to desist. Covertly, all that they had to do was - nothing:
Their man would have picked up very quickly that he had been given carte
blanche.
However, I believe that this
was not the case and that Finotti, Jonker and de Salis had openly discussed
this matter. This will explain the immediate behavioural change on his return
and the impunity with which he went about this business. Polygraph here please.
THE
1ST GRIEVANCE:
Dear Reader, If the Machine Shop Manager gave an order for his man’s criminal
behaviour to stop, nobody noticed: Clearly, Finotti had given his man the nod. When I informed Finotti that the behaviour had not changed he said
that I must submit a Grievance. This I duly did, thinking that when de Salis heard of the
impending Grievance, then the incidents would stop. These incidents continued
without pause.
When
I reported these further incidents to Finotti, he stated that I must include
them in the 1st Grievance.
These incidents continued and since there was no sign of this Grievance been
heard (unlawful in itself), I lodged a
2nd Grievance against de Salis. This was followed by even further
incidents of verbal abuse and harassment and I lodged a 3rd Grievance.
Dear Reader,
These Grievances were sent straight to the Machine Shop Manager – Finotti - for
processing. This man was fully aware of de Salis’s criminal behaviour. In
addition to this I had been to see the Security Manager - Jonker – who was also
aware of this criminal matter. Dear Reader, Do remember that at
all times, Finotti and Jonker were kept fully informed of what was taking
place. (Excellent opportunity for a polygraph here).
Eventually,
I received notification that I would be granted a Hearing (Gosh!) – all of seven (7) weeks after having submitted
the first grievance to the Finotti man (followed by a second and a third Grievance).
In accordance with Labour Law - and the
The day before the Hearing – the de Salis man suddenly stepped up
his incidents of physical intimidation. The Security Manager – Marius Jonker – was aware of what was happening as I
had kept Finotti and Jonker fully aware of the behaviour of the de Salis man on
the premises - yet these incidents continued.
I am leaning over backwards here,
but it is possible that Finotti and Jonker saw me as a threat to their jobs and
that by intimidating me they could scare me into abandoning my research and
leaving the company. In Jonker’s case the perception of a threat to his job is feasible but in Finotti’s case not so – but
both knew why I was there and that with the research workload I would not have
been the least bit interested in a managerial position.
THE 1ST
HEARING:
Anyway,
back on safari. The demeanour of the de Salis chappie in this 1st
Hearing was something to behold. He lounged back in his chair, lied brazenly
and then imperiously, tried twice to commandeer the Hearing – even after having
been rebuked the first time!
Dear
Reader, I kid you not! This man’s insolence was such that he
all but put his boots up on the table. There was no question that this man was enjoying
the patronage of the Finotti man. The Chairman - Garth Freeman - no fool – sent
the case straight back to Finotti.
I
then pursued Finotti for resolution on this matter and he said that he would hold
a “Hearing”. He did not hold a Hearing – not with me he didn’t – but possibly
with his man de Salis he did, for, immediately after this conversation the de Salis
man started perpetrating dangerous assaults against me. One of these incidents
took place less than 24 hours prior to an “apology” meeting called by Finotti with
myself and the de Salis chappie. This bit of lunacy was a non-starter - as
Finotti knew full well that it would be.
In
the 10 days between the Hearing and the “apology” meeting in Finotti’s office, there
had been 16 incidents comprising verbal abuse, harassment, physical
intimidation and dangerous assaults perpetrated against me by the de Salis man.
The Managers - Finotti and Jonker - were kept fully
aware of what was going on.
ATTACK IN THE GYM:
Ten (10) weeks later the
de Salis man, ensuring first, of course, that there were no witnesses around,
attacked me in the company gym. This was done with the overt approval of both Finotti
and Jonker. (Spot of the old polygraph here please!). This attack most
certainly did not go the way that they had planned it and, recovering from his
reality check, their
man crawled out from among the gym machines and ran screaming to Security - to
lay a charge of assault against me - no less. Dear Reader,
I kid you not!
Two hours later - having been
exhorted to greater endeavours by his now thoroughly alarmed masters – Jonker
and Finotti - the de Salis chappie saw me in the factory walking down the
passageway between two machines. He casually changed direction so as to walk
between the two machines as well, then, as he came near, he charged straight at
me and attempted to head butt me in the face. Tsk-tsk.
Dear Reader, There is no question that, at that speed, the head butt
would have resulted in death - and I must tell you, I was quite taken aback at
this second attack – this was serious stuff. There was no ambiguity in his intention – clearly,
this man’s intent was to kill me.
As there were two conflicting
statements submitted for the gym attack and no witnesses, Jonker should have
immediately invited both de Salis and myself to take the polygraph. He did not.
Even when I requested the polygraph - he refused to use it.
Instead, he and Finotti held a
meeting. Shortly after this meeting, Jonker called me into his office and, incredibly,
threatened me with dismissal. This little monkey stated:” If you get fired from
It
gets even better. Shortly thereafter, a most peculiar meeting took place.
Present at this meeting were Jonker, Gary Bezuidenhout (Gym Manager), Dick von
Plato (Quality Director & Gym Manager), de Salis and myself. They then proceeded
to rearranged the training times in the company gym for de Salis and myself and
then, incredibly, Jonker - Security Manager - and von Plato - a Director of
Bell - refused outright to even consider the attacks that de Salis was
perpetuating against me in the factory! Curiouser and curiouser.
Of course the attacks on me in the
factory then escalated and, up to, and including this period of the attack in
the gym, there were 2 attempted murders and 51 assaults perpetrated by their man against me on the premises of
Dear Reader, The sheer impunity displayed by the de Salis
man in this attack in the gym can only stem from his understanding that he had
been granted full immunity from this unlawful act that he was committing. There
is no doubt that the Urban Safari Club had given their man the nod to attack me
in the gym. (Here is a classic opportunity for the polygraph!)
Had they succeeded in
this criminal action, they would have assumed that I would be sufficiently cowed
to tuck tail and flee. I believe that this was when
the Urban Safari Club crossed the Rubicon. This incident in the gym brought
home to them that their current tactics of intimidation, harassment and assault
were not going to work. Their judgements had been proven flawed and their pathetic
little egos had taken a blow. They then determined to get rid of this
university upstart - at all costs. They were now going to “get heavy” and if I
was badly injured or even killed in the process then, all the better: It would
serve me right.
Dear Reader, Do not be deceived
here – decent people do not behave in
this manner. These base creatures are evil and were – and will still be
- intent on slaking their bloodlust. Doubtless,
my analysis is seriously flawed here and these stalwarts, professing innocence,
will now be clamouring to take the polygraph to show that they harboured no
criminal intent nor do they harbour guilty knowledge. Yes indeed. I eagerly await
the outcome of this event.
LETTER TO G.BELL (CEO BELL
EQUIPMENT):
Well, it was time to do something about
this and I wrote a letter to the Gary Bell chappie - Managing Director (CEO) of
And so he did Dear Reader, so he did. The very next day, a colleague approached me and
asked if I would have a problem finding another job. Huh?? What?? Apparently
this Osborne chappie had come up to him the previous day and told him to pass
on the warning. Then later, Finotti
called me in and asked me if I was prepared to work with de Salis - and if not
then he would replace me. I told Finotti that he must replace me and I left the
office.
A couple of weeks later, Finotti’s secretary hands
me an email in which the Osbourne chappie states that, I “admit” to assaulting
the de Salis chappie. This email had been cc’d to the
Gary Bell chappie. He was now aware of what was taking place. The USC had set
their man onto me and they had suffered a serious reversal. They then, with
supreme arrogance, twisted the facts around and stated that I “admitted” assaulting
him - all this with no witnesses or a polygraph. This unlawful business took place
with the full knowledge and connivance of this Gary Bell chappie – CEO of
A meeting was then held in Osborne's office
with Finotti, Osborne, de Salis and myself. It was an absolute farce. Throughout this meeting I was
watching these three chappies and there is no doubt that they
were all having a wonderful time. Osbourne, thoroughly enjoying himself,
suggested that “we shake hands and make up”. That little absurdity put paid to
the meeting and it broke up. (This dishonest little specimen - Osbourne – later emigrated to
Anyway, leaving the
meeting the de Salis chappie perpetrated another assault against me – ostensibly
with no witnesses – but this time in full view of the security camera. I got
hold of Jonker straight away and asked him to check the camera, thinking that, at
last, here we have some evidence. The next day I got hold of Jonker again and
he informed me, “....that particular camera was not working yesterday”. Indeed. Time for a polygraph. Yes??
MAINTENANCE
OF THE PEACE
ORDER
Well, it was time to go the legal route. My
attorney wrote their man a Cautioning Letter which, of course, must have given
him quite a psychological boost - as the incidents continued unabated. The Senior
Public Prosecutor at the Empangeni
Then, a witness - Pieter Folscher - and I took
affidavits up to Pat Mahoney (Company Secretary and a Commissioner of Oaths)
who attested to these affidavits. These were then handed over to Jonker who
stated that he would be discussing this matter with his superior Doug Rhind
(Financial Director) and Pat Mahoney (Company Secretary). I then asked him to
give me something in writing in regard to this.
Dear Reader, Please bear in mind here that these managers – particularly the
Security Manager - Jonker – were now fully cognisant of the fact that their man
- de Salis - had just been served with a Maintenance of the Peace Order issued by
the Court. This Peace Order prohibited the de Salis
man from engaging in criminal activity - in which these managers – particularly
the Security Manager - were directly involved.
After Jonker had finished discussing this matter
with Mahoney and Rhind he responded to me in writing to the effect that “the
company was not going to get involved in a personal dispute” and furthermore, “if
there were any more incidents, then both of us would be disciplined”. Huh??
Wha..? but… bu.. but….
Dear Reader, I am not too bright so help me with this. The CEO, Company
Secretary, Financial Director, HR Manager, Workshop Manager and the Security
Manager (clutching two affidavits) are now all aware that their man has just
been served – on the premises – with a Maintenance of the Peace Order, issued
by the Senior Public Prosecutor. Right so far? Ok.
Ten (10) attempted murders and one hundred and eighty-nine (189) assaults
have taken place on their premises - but these esteemed notables all say that
this is ok - because it is “personal”? Further, having brought this criminal
matter to their attention, if their man again attempts to murder me on their
premises and I refuse to oblige - and then report the matter to them - then I
am going to be disciplined? Never mind Criminal and
Labour law, what ever happened to natural justice? Pardon? What’s that
you say?? Really? Gosh, no I cannot possibly imagine why this Murder Conspiracy
is now sitting on the internet.
THE SCOBIE
CHAPPIE:
Dave Scobie - a delectable little HR chappie – then
entered from stage left. In the voice of doom he immediately attempted to
intimidate me by indicating that my dismissal was imminent. Gosh! I asked him
what it was that I had purportedly done - and he stood there maw agape - at a
total loss for words. Some folks think that this Scobie chappie bears an
uncanny resemblance to a large rodent (Rattus Ratticus - should I be asked). Indeed
he does, and in addition, should one listen carefully as he passes by, rather
disconcertingly one can hear scales rasping against each other.
Anyway, later I got called into a meeting with Scobie,
Finotti and their man de Salis. Scobie stated that we must take this “matter” outside”
of
I got hold of the Scobie chappie the next day and
asked him for a copy of the minutes of the meeting. He refused to give me a copy
and then favouring me with a sly smile he stated, "
..I could not possibly justify giving that to you in writing". Polygraph
here – Yes??
Dear Reader, Time for a quick sitrep. At this stage of the game, the
Urban Safari Club - managers of an international organisation -
Clearly, these mighty White Hunters - with
sorely bruised egos - were unaccustomed to being thwarted. It had now boiled down
to a contest of wills - and they would only settle for blood – lots of it. It
is difficult to believe that these managers - not one, but a whole bunch of them
– would of their own volition, gang together and involve themselves in the
killing of another human being on the premises. But Dear Reader, nil novi sub sole.
There is one thing that I am very sure
of, and that is, if there had been one honest man amongst them - none of this
would have taken place. Also, puzzlingly, throughout all of this, why did these
managers feel so confident that they would get away with murder?
The answer to this conundrum is strikingly simple: The
Urban Safari Club were supremely confident that they would succeed in murdering
me on the premises and that Jonker and his buddies in the police would see to
it that this “industrial accident” would be covered up. (The USC are not aware
of it but this Jonker chappie does not have that kind of pull: Doc van Niekerk
- the District Surgeon - was aware of everything that was going on.)
Dear Reader, Knowing these USC creatures as I do now, this feels just about right. Hey!!
How about some polygraphs here?
[Dear Reader, The alliance in this Murder Conspiracy of the Urban Safari Club and
the labour unions NUMSA, UASA and SOLIDARITY is dealt with in the CHRONICLES.]
MCDULING, SCOBIE &
JONKER:
The
new Machine Shop Manager - Andre McDuling – a technician - entered from stage right.
This hugely dishonest slaphead was destined to bring a refreshing new dimension
to the concept of integrity. McDuling (who I believe eats chicken heads – but I
have been unable to confirm this) was Chairman of the 2nd Wonderland
Hearing.
What
he – the Manager - was doing chairing a Hearing involving a criminal matter
that was taking place within his own department I do not know but clearly the
USC felt that he was more than “suitably qualified” to come to the “correct” conclusion.
The Scobie chappie represented HR and the ubiquitous Security Manager - Jonker –
was the “investigating” officer. Truly, a magnificent triumvirate.
Dear Reader,
At this Hearing, I presented my evidence and quickly discovered that all pretences
of abiding by the law had been summarily dispensed with. These dishonest creatures
were having such a wonderful “good ole’ buddy” time that I started to look
around for the beers and hotdogs. Simply oozing arrogance and directly
in violation of the law, they did not entertain the affidavits and refused to
allow me to call witnesses to the Hearing. (Later, just to accentuate their disdain
for the law, they put these unlawful acts into writing.)
In the
throes of orgasm, they gushingly stated that Jonker - Security Manager and ex-police
officer – had been unable to uncover any evidence of wrong doing by de Salis. Hmm.
Also, by an amazing coincidence, the de Salis chappie (apart from being the
Urban Safari Club’s in-house killer) was also a member of the SAMRI labour union
– as was Jonker.
(What? The Security Manager is a member
of an on-site labour union? Hmmm.)
At a later date, a
Commissioner of the CCMA managed to accomplish in 2 minutes what Jonker the
ex-policeman had been unable to do in 9 years: He questioned just one witness
and was able to determine that some pretty serious criminal activity had taken
place at
The 2nd
Hearing had been held in two stages – the Preliminary and the Reconvened. During
the hiatus between the Preliminary Hearing and the Reconvened Hearing
(from the 7/3/2000 to the 1/6/2000 - some 12 weeks) there were a further three
(3) murder attempts and thirty one (31) assaults perpetrated against me by the USC’s
man – all this while ace investigator Jonker was “investigating” my allegations
of attempted murder and assault.
From the 17/6/1997 – when
this criminal activity started - up to the day of the Reconvened Hearing
(1/6/2000), their man de Salis had perpetrated twenty-five (25) murder attempts
and 466 assaults against me on the premises of Bell Equipment.
THE HARRIS CHAPPIE:
Suddenly a new player came
bouncing onto the stage - a chappie called Guy Harris - Business Manager par Excellence,
new Head of HR and, of course, USC stalwart. This tubby little Great White hunter
stated – in writing - that there was indeed an “ongoing conflict” - but that it
was of a “personal” nature - but failed to elaborate on the “personal” aspect of
the issue. After delivering the obligatory dismissal threat, Harris stated that
the company were magnanimously offering to appoint an “independent” arbitrator
to handle the matter!!
No sooner having said
this, he then commenced to usurp the “independent” arbitrator’s prerogatives by
saying that the costs must be shared by the de Salis chappie and myself – and not
the company. Then, realising what he was saying, he graciously allowed that the
“independent arbitrator” could also have a say in the matter. He also dictated
that this “independent” arbitrator must hold his arbitration outside of company
hours. Golly!!
I am sure that many an
enquiring mind will be very puzzled by this most peculiar reticence / inability of the management of Bell
Equipment / John Deere to resolve this matter - despite explicit guidelines from
Labour Legislation on how to do so. Pertinent questions are sure to be asked and
it will become readily apparent that this is a most peculiar business indeed. Why,
it might even appear as if certain managers of
Anyway Dear Reader, as you will have surmised, the dishonest “independent
arbitration offer” was a non-event. From 1/6/2000 (Reconvened 2nd
Hearing) until December 2000, one (1) further murder
attempt and approximately fifty–two (52) further assaults had been perpetrated
against me on the premises of Bell Equipment / John Deere by their man. The USC can be justifiably proud of the dishonest efforts
of this stalwart Harris chappie.
MACHANICK, MCDULING & JONKER:
The Harris chappie
suddenly upped sticks and the legendary Prince of Darkness aka Richard
Machanick surfaced as head of HR. This Machanick chappie, an absolutely wondrous
creature, is the epitome of dishonesty and outdid his predecessors in his
efforts to comply with the law and resolve this criminal matter. He is
currently plying his nefarious trade at SHURLOCK / CONTROL INSTRUMENTS in
Pietermaritzburg.
Machanick, McDuling and
Jonker - good ol’e buddy partners in crime - now colluded very closely and
naturally, they refused outright to use the polygraph - though Jonker –
Security Manager - used the polygraph all the time. Dear Reader, It was then that a
very, very interesting incident took place.
One day, the USC’s man attacked
me just outside my office and, catching me unawares, nearly knocked me down to
the ground. At that moment, a USC Manager - Jan de Beer - stepped out of his
office and looked in our direction. The de Salis chappie turned to the photo
copier machine and casually started shuffling papers. Naturally, the little de
Beer chappie saw nothing (yeah right) and I reported this incident to McDuling who
asked for an affidavit - which I promptly gave him.
A week or
so later McDuling confirmed to me that the de Salis chappie was aware of the Incident
Report that I had submitted on his criminal attack. Then, incredibly, once
again in the corridor – this time right outside McDuling’s office - the de
Salis chappie launched another attack on me. I immediately reported this attack to McDuling and he called us in and de
Salis then stated that he had not attacked me but that I had attacked him! I
kid you not!
This was a classic opportunity for the polygraph! McDuling
and the de Salis chappie were having a wonderful time. Then, McDuling, to his
regret, asked de Salis if he would take the polygraph - to which de Salis
replied, ”I welcome the polygraph”.
Now Dear Reader, this is
when a really
interesting thing happened.
Red faced
now, the de Salis chappie (a spectacular loose cannon on any day of the week) suddenly became
agitated and started remonstrating with McDuling. Unable to contain himself, he
pointed at me and burst out with, “At the last Hearing you said that if there
were any more incidents, you would take them out on him!”. (Hmmm…Interesting,
interesting, do go on…….)
McDuling
sat up in his chair as if he had just been jabbed with a cattle prod. He
immediately told me to leave the office and close the door behind me. Hmmm. Problems
have been known to occur when one allies oneself with a loose cannon. I had never
been in any doubt that certain Managers and Directors of
This interesting turn of
events startled Machanick, McDuling and Jonker and they fell back on their
unlawful drag-things–out tactic. In the 8 months that I badgered these managers
to get the polygraph organised, a further five (5) murder attempts and sixteen
(16) assaults were perpetrated against me by their man. Dear Reader, This polygraph could
have been arranged within 24 hours. Tsk-tsk.
VENAYAGEN:
Anyway, on the 18/6/2002,
a Hearing was held in Roderick Venayagen’s
office. Present were Venayagen (HR), Kaiser Msomi (HR – not USC), the de Salis chappie and
myself. During this Hearing I brought up the issue of the polygraph. I stated
that de Salis had told McDuling that he was prepared to take the polygraph and
that I wanted de Salis and myself to take the polygraph. The condition was that
the loser would walk i.e. resign.
De
Salis immediately stood up and stated,“
I am not taking the polygraph” then, shades of Freud, added,“.. just to be
proved wrong.”. Questioned on this refusal, de Salis, blustered and said, “There is no need for me to take the
polygraph….my word is good enough”. A huge silence filled the room. Venayagen studiously inspected his
fingernails and an incredulous Msomi stared slack jawed at the de Salis chappie.
This ringing silence was broken by de Salis, who smugly stated, ”
At
this stage a grand total of 42 attempted murders and 595 assaults had been
perpetrated against me on the premises by the Urban Safari Club’s man - with
the full backing of these criminal managers of
Dear Reader, Lest we forget, all
the managers involved in this Murder Conspiracy are fully aware that under Labour
Law the criterion on judgment is “Balance of Probabilities” and not “Beyond Reasonable
Doubt”.
DR BENFIELD & DR LATECKI:
Dear Reader, Here is where the USC
got real cute and tried to pull an old CIA stunt in which, if an agent refuses
to toe the line or threatens to spill the beans on some sensitive issue or
other, they call in their tame psychiatrist who quickly certifies that the
agent is delusional (imagining things). Neat hey!! Watch this move.
Shortly
after the marvellous “Polygraph” Hearing, Vanayagen called me in and said that they were not going to use the
polygraph to resolve this matter but that they were going to use “psychiatric
analysis”. This sounded ok to me. If woman are uneasy in the de Salis chappie’s
presence then a good shrink should be able to spot this.
Dear Reader,
Do bear in mind that when Roderick Venayagen came
on board as HR manager I had made him fully aware of the fact that, at the 2nd
Hearing, McDuling Scobie and Jonker had unlawfully colluded in refusing to
interview witnesses and had also – unlawfully - refused to allow me to call
witnesses to the Hearing. He was aware of this.
Venayagen
approached the company doctor – Dr.Benfield – to set up appointments with the
local shrink - a certain Dr Latecki.
Venayagen (HR manager) did not tell
Benfield that management had refused to interview witnesses or that they had refused
to use the polygraph in an attempt to resolve this matter. Instead, Venayagen
very dishonestly – and unlawfully - told him that my accusations had never been
backed up with any substance!
Dear Reader, Bear in mind here that the conversation between Benfield and
Venayagen could have been of a more malicious bent. If you are under the impression that the medical profession
is populated with paragons of virtue – then brace yourself. For more on the integrity of this class, please see CHRONICLES / DR
BENFIELD & DR LATECKI.
At the shrinks I tried to explain everything to this
Latecki chappie. When I got to the part where the management of an
international organisation
Anyway, I kept sending Venayagen emails
asking for written responses to the Hearings that he had chaired but I received
no reply. I then took the polygraph test on all the incidents that had taken
place at
THE COWDREY CASE:
While this lovely stuff was
going on, the company decided to play musical chairs and I ended up at a desk
in the Quality Department. We moved over to the other side of the Admin block and
with all the new people around, the de Salis chapie was nowhere to be seen. I
was in an open plan office merrily doing Weibull analysis and designing data
bases when, all of a sudden, a new initiative was launched on the Honey Badger
Front.
Out of
the blue, a rather strange creature – a spinster - in the Quality Department -
Trevlyn Cowdrey - (Bible studies etc…) subjected me to some particularly nasty verbal
abuse in the office. My superior told me to put in a Grievance against her as, if
she got away with it, then it would happen again. Little did I then know what
was going on…..
Anyway,
at the Hearing the Chairman – Hodgson (a USC chappie reporting to the McDuling
slaphead) - found her guilty and one of the recommendations was that we do not
share the same office. Suddenly, Cowdrey’s witness - a loose cannon - blurted
out, “..and when Brock moves out of the office…“. Hodgson, rattled, quickly responded with, “The
office manager will decide who must move”. Hmmm. Dear Reader, Do watch this space….
THE ASSAULT CASE:
About a week after this
Hearing, I saw this Cowdrie woman in the corridor having a cosy chat with the
de Salis chappie. It registered as “odd” on my early warning system but I did
not give too much thought to it. A week later (after months without an incident),
the de Salis chappie slyly contrived an incident next to the photocopier in the
corridor.
I was walking down the
corridor and as I passed him, he deliberately stepped back into me and bounced
off. A witness (Roy Singh), who was being cunningly manipulated, partially saw
this incident and said that he did see “something” take place. Happy as a
little porker on the sewage farm, the de Salis chappie dashed off to see a manager
named Oliver Sclanders - who promptly told him to go to Security and lay a
charge of assault against me. Now, positively squealing with delight, the de
Salis chappie skipped off to security.
Dear Reader, Had Jonker been an
honest man, then here was a heaven sent opportunity for him to put a stop to
this murderous business. Under Labour Law, when a charge of assault has been
laid against a person, Security must immediately inform this person of the
charge and that he is under investigation: The investigation starts with the
accused.
Dear Reader, There would, of
course, have been two conflicting statements – de Salis’s and mine: Here was a
slam-dunk case for the polygraph. Now, as the Security Department use the
polygraph in their investigations, it would have looked a little suspicious if
Jonker chose not to use the polygraph to sort this one out. I would have shot straight
down to
One of
the reasons that de Salis laid the charge of assault against me was because he
knew that Jonker would not use the polygraph if it involved him. Jonker, knowing
full well that no such assault had taken place realised that, with the accused
passing the polygraph and the accuser refusing to take the polygraph, the
situation could prove a little tricky. Mulling this over amongst themselves, the
USC chappies – Jonker, McDuling and Machanick decided - unlawfully – not to
inform me about this “assault” and hushed it up.
Dear Reader, One can just imagine
how fast Jonker would have brought the polygraph into play had I laid a false
charge of assault against their man.
THE UASA AND
SOLIDARITY CASE:
A month or so after this
“assault” business (of which I was blissfully unaware), the union rep for UASA
- Rhonda Smith – with a witness - suddenly pitched at my desk and in an open
plan office, started to harass me. I had no idea what was going on – until she
mentioned the name de Salis. Well, in went the Grievance and at the Hearing she
was found guilty. The Chairman also discovered that she was an exceptionally
dishonest little creature.
Dear Reader, This UASA scrap was
still underway when I discovered that a full scale war had been launched on Honey
Badger Inc. Incredibly, another union rep - from another union – Solidarity - suddenly
pitched at my desk. This was the little Jan de Beer chappie – a card-carrying
USC manager and union rep for
Solidarity. (Yes, I often wondered what a manager was doing belonging to a
union – let alone running one.) Anyway, this de Beer chappie pulled the same
harassment and intimidation stunt and then topped it off by threatening me with
dismissal! Yup, you guessed it - in went the Grievance.
At his Hearing the de
Beer chappie also lied to the
Chairman by denying that he had threatened me with dismissal. Tsk-tsk. De Beer
got a caution and the Chairman stated that, had there been a witness to the
dismissal threat, the matter would have gone to the CCMA.
Without missing a beat, the
de Beer chappie dashed out of that Hearing and lodged the next grievance
against me - the Collective Grievance – and unbelievably - submitted a statement
stating that he had threatened me
with dismissal!! Dear
Reader,
I kid you not!!
It gets even better. For some peculiar reason
or other, the HR Officer attending both of these Hearings, failed to spot this
small dismissible offence. This hawk-eyed HR chappie was none other than Zenzele
Nxumalo – Machanick’s lackey. Well there’s a thing for you!
Anyway, back to the de
Beer chappie with his funny moustache. Small, but perfectly formed, he is
nonetheless a bitterly disappointed little man. Having failed to realise his true
vocation in life of becoming a house painter in
THE COLLECTIVE GRIEVANCE:
The cause of this latest
conflagration was the de Salis chappie who, piqued, and smouldering away, had dusted
off that splendid “assault charge“ that Jonker had shelved. He then handed it over
to his UASA union rep - Rhonda Smith –and set her onto me.
However, on seeing this Titanic
heading for Davey Jones’s locker, he quickly jumped ship and signed on with another
union - Solidarity – and then, de Beer, against union policy, championed de
Salis’s “assault” case. (It later transpired that the de Beer chappie had
promised de Salis that, if he joined his union – Solidarity - he would get me.)
It was then that the four musketeers - de Salis, Smith, Cowdrey and de Beer – got
together and, vowing eternal vengeance, lodged the Collective Grievance against
me. Great stuff this!!
Anyway, it was during
this Hearing that the Chairman (Hodgson) and the HR chappie (Nxumalo) were informed
by this de Salis chappie - verbally and in writing - that the company doctor
had divulged information from my medical files to him - but they quietly ignored
this breach of the law. Finally, they declined to prosecute me but threatened
me three times with dismissal if I reported anymore of de Salis’s assaults or
attempted murders!
Incensed at losing their
case the de Beer chappie and his gang – availing themselves of their legal
right - then referred the case to a “Higher Authority”. Yup!! You guessed it! The
McDuling slaphead. Suddenly, I got called into McDuling’s office. I was being “transferred”
out of the Quality Office to the other side of the factory – and I mean the
other side - about 1.2 kilometres away. Operational requirements, don’t you
know. Indeed.
Dear Reader, Lest we forget, I had
been vindicated in all four grievances but it was I who was being uprooted and kicked
out of the office. I must have done something real bad.
MCDULING / MACHANICK:
Having unlawfully taken on this
Collective Grievance, McDuling stated that he wanted all the documentation substantiated.
Then, lying brazenly, he said that he would interview Pete Folscher – the key
witness who he had “overlooked” at the 2nd Hearing 5 1/2
years previously. I did not for one moment believe this dishonest McDuling chappie.
I substantiated my documents and
they were put in McDuling’s in-tray. There were nine affidavits and three
statements. In one of the affidavits I
implicated McDuling in this Murder Conspiracy and questioned his impartiality
in Chairing this Hearing.
Suddenly, it was all change. He was
no longer going to handle the case and was referring it to another “Higher Authority”.
Then, in the throes of an orgasm, he denied all
knowledge of my affidavits - that had mysteriously vanished from his in-tray!! (Fortunately
he can now read them on the internet). Even
though his USC buddy – Jonker the Security Manager – uses the polygraph in his
investigations, Guru McDuling told me that my polygraph was worth nothing.
Hmmm. I hope that the FBI and CIA are taking notes here.
Unlawfully
ignoring this Collective Grievance, McDuling stated that they were now going to
charge me and their de Salis man with misconduct! I would be hearing from them “shortly”. Yeah
right. By law this “shortly” was supposed to be three
(3) days – 72 hours. After 6 weeks went by, I got my union rep Bongani to send Machanick
et al an email. No response. Another 5 weeks went by and he sent another email.
Still no response.
Suddenly,
after 14 “shortly” weeks – with no consultation whatsoever – Urban Safari Club Productions
laid on a “Relationship Rebuilding
Exercise” - scheduled to take place two days hence. Then, McDuling’s secretary –
Leanne du Plessis – phoned me and started to give me orders. I said to her that
she was talking to me as if she was my boss. She said that she was my boss and
didn’t I know that? (Bessie Bunter has since emigrated to
What this McDuling slaphead and the USC had done (without my
knowledge) was downgrade me to an office cleaner and then had me report to his
secretary. Fortunately my MSc. in Management just qualified me for that
position. Dear Reader, This is
just a small example of the mind boggling stuff that these bipedal creatures were
getting up to.
THE
RELATIONSHIP REBUILDING EXERCISE:
It gets even better. On the morning
of this much vaunted “Relationship Rebuilding Exercise”, McDuling suddenly
phoned Bongani (my union rep) and threatened to have me dismissed if I did not
attend this USC production! Dear
Reader, I kid you
not. Bongani and I went down and had a preliminary discussion with a chappie
called Rob McCann - the “highly respected” Industrial Psychologist who was running
this show.
I told McCann what was going on and
he asked me what I wanted. I told him that I wanted justice. McCann knew immediately
that this event was a non-runner. Then, for some inexplicable reason he got quite
annoyed with me. Tsk-tsk. I have no doubt that this McCann chappie recognised
the truth when he heard it - and it did not correlate with what the USC had
told him. I am also very sure that he knew who was signing his pay-cheque.
Anyway, immediately on Bongani and
myself emerging from this little chat, McDuling came running up and told me
that Bell were now going to dismiss me. Shrug. Later I received
McDuling’s Summary in which he stated – twice - that the company were now going
to take steps to have me dismissed. My attorney (a labour attorney) said that I
must send them a proposal. This I did and the McDuling slaphead responded to
the effect that, the company would inform me of the steps that they were now
going to take against me.
Apart from scofflaw McDuling stating that
“…litigation is not big in South Africa”, they had kept very quiet about their
man’s written and verbal statements that the company doctor and an HR Officer had
divulged information from my medical files to him. McDuling and Machanick (Head
of HR) were fully aware that this was a criminal breach of the law.
SECURITY CAMERAS:
Next, an incident took place in which the USC’s man, employing
devious cunning, lay in ambush for me. He had seen me on the first floor of the
Admin Block and had gone and hidden around the corner at the bottom of the stairs.
Peeping surreptitiously through the glass door, he waited patiently for me to descend
the stairs. When I started down the stairs he charged up and shouldered me, trying
to knock me off balance so that I would fall down the stairs. What a nice man.
Polygraph anyone?
However, this intellectual colossus had
forgotten something. Panting and salivating at the prospect of impending
violence and absolutely delirious with the prospect of a kill, he completely
forgot that he was standing directly in view of one of the security cameras. Awfully
good stuff this!
Dear Reader, One
must be very careful whom one approaches for help in these security camera matters
for, they might just be an affiliate of the USC. Indeed, a certain hitherto
friendly manager suddenly proved strangely unhelpful - nay, obstructive - when I
asked to review that particular sequence on his cameras. He was "...just
too busy at the moment” and I left there with some misgivings.
Later, to the astonishment of one of the engineers in
the factory who tried to locate this incident that had been recorded on disc,
and also, much to the bafflement of the lady security guard in the Camera Room
who also tried to locate this incident, and much to the amazement of Bongani, the
entire segment had been deleted. Poof!! Ripley’s Believe It Or Not!! More
amazing stuff brought to you by the Urban Safari Club!
THE TRANSFER:
Dear Reader, You
will recall that just before the disastrous RRE that was laid on by the USC, I
had been banished to the other side of the factory where, for months on end I saw neither hide nor hair of their in-house killer. Then,
a chappie named Tim Beningfield, Head of Maintenance, was appointed as
my nominal boss. One day he pitched and informed me that I was to be
transferred to the FEL department - 50 yards or so around the corner from where
I was working…..new project….my much sought after skills are badly needed etc….
Suddenly, out of the blue the de Salis
chappie started to pitch in the area outside my office where I would stand and
have a smoke. This was decidedly odd - as he could not have got further away
from the Machine Shop had he tried. I tracked this chappie around and made the
mind boggling discovery that, by a huge coincidence (of course), he would now be padding around
just outside the FEL offices - to which I was to be transferred.
Shortly
thereafter, the de Salis chappie came around the corner in my area and, putting
on a goodly turn of speed, charged straight at me – going for a full frontal head
butt. Suddenly, alarm registered on his Freddie Face as he remembered that he was directly in
view of a security camera. Mustering all his self-control (minimal at the best
of times) he somehow or other managed to swerve to one side and in a towering rage
stormed passed me. Splendid achievement! Clearly, this chappie had been warned
about the security cameras.
Dear Reader,
And so it came to pass. I sent the Beningfield chappie an email informing him
that I was not prepared to transfer and that I wanted my two outstanding
grievances against their man resolved by the Machanick chappie - head of HR–
who was unlawfully sitting on them. Laws, as you will have realised by now, are
an irrelevance to the USC.
The Beningfield chappie, instead of looking after his team
member’s interests, had lick-lick mustered to the USC’s clarion call and acquiesced
in their Murder Conspiracy.
Hello Suspension Hearing. At the Suspension Hearing,
sensing blood, the Machanick monkey was barely able to contain himself. Needless
to say, they – Machanick, Beningfield, Nxumalo (Machanick’s lackey) and Susan
Mthembu (HR) – refused outright to even discuss the “44 attempted murders and
700 assaults” or my two outstanding Grievances.
Strangely, these four people, the Beningfield chappie and
the three HR personnel had deliberately – and unlawfully - refused to action these
two outstanding grievances - nor were they interested in even listening to my
reasons for not transferring. I was suspended for refusing to transfer to the
FEL section. Well, there’s a thing for you!!
THE KANGAROO
COURT:
Well Dear Reader, there we were; Brock (your lowly scribe), Bongani (my union
rep), Beningfield (Manager), Nxumalo (HR) and Mthembu (HR). The repugnant Machanick
creature - aka Prince of Darkness – had brought up his hatchet man - Chairman
Pink Shirt - from
These lovely little USC creatures laid on
an exquisite display of moral depravity in which, panting uncontrollably – like
excited dogs - they disported themselves by rolling in this odious pile of putrescence.
Their bloodlust was
so thinly veiled that it was almost palpable and, clearly, I should count
myself fortunate that this mob had checked their machetes in at the door.
I submitted evidence and Bongani confirmed and enlarged
on the historical background to this evidence. This encompassed the two
outstanding grievances that the USC (Machanick, Nxumalo, Beningfield and Mthembu) were unlawfully refusing to resolve - and
the 44 murder attempts and 700 assaults that had taken place between 1997 and
2006.
Right on cue,
the HR chappie, Nxumalo, (who was directly involved in criminally covering up
these 44 murder attempts and 700 assaults) jumped in and stated in an
imperative voice (to remind Chairman Pink Shirt of his pact with the USC) that,
“…this is a separate matter that is still under investigation and is not to be
considered at this Hearing”. Chairman Pink Shirt - tail awaggin’ – obsequiously
agreed with him .
Dear Reader, I
kid you not! There was this fat little HR chappie directing the tame Chairman on
what was to be heard and what was not to be heard at a Dismissal Hearing. Another
great impartial Hearing brought to you by Urban
Safari Club Productions.
As this unholy cabal were aware, these mitigating
circumstances were not a separate issue at all but were the crux of this matter.
Responding to the “44 murder attempts and 700 assaults” statement, Chairman Pink
Shirt scoffed, “You don’t expect anyone to believe that do you”- nor Bongani’s corroborating
testimony, he might well have added.
The Beningfield chappie was trying to come across as
“Joe Good Guy” who just “happened” to get caught up in all of this. Indeed. He
had conveniently forgotten that he had broken the law by refusing to sign off
on one of the outstanding grievances that I had lodged against the USC’s man. The
Beningfield chappie knew full well what this was about – and he also knew who signed his pay-cheque: He obeyed his
masters.
Dear Reader, Had
I been the Chairman of this Hearing - and the
defendant had introduced a bizarre mitigating statement
like “44 murder attempts and 700 assaults” in
his defence - it would have stopped me in my tracks. Clearly, this would not have
been an issue
of dismissal but of medical boarding. But there again, having said
that, then why would the defendant’s union rep confirm that there was indeed something peculiar on
the go?
Clearly, this “matter” being “investigated” was linked
to this Hearing, so why had the investigation not been completed before this
Hearing – while the defendant was still under suspension? Why had HR not resolved
the defendant’s long outstanding grievances? Why was the HR chappie unlawfully trying
to prevent this outstanding “matter” from being introduced as evidence? This was
definitely not a petty matter - for HR themselves had just confirmed the
existence of something that was clearly of a serious criminal nature.
Why were they desperately trying to dismiss the
defendant before this “investigation” had been completed? There was no doubt that
these unresolved grievances and the “separate matter under investigation” had a
direct bearing on the case under way. To say the least, I would most certainly have
found all this a little odd, after all, “44 murder attempts
and 700 assaults” is not your common garden variety mitigation statement.
Dear Reader, With
this mob, there is no pretence at adhering to a legal or moral framework and Chairman
Pink Shirt was most certainly not going to allow a small matter like truth and
integrity get in the way of his master’s bidding: He knew who was signing his
pay-cheque for this hatchet job. Here now, were the Criminal Managers of
There now, Dear Reader,
wasn’t that an absolutely splendid Dismissal Hearing!!
It’s just a thought mind you, but if Bell / John Deere can
quickly bring in an external chappie to chair a Dismissal Hearing, then, if
they have nothing to hide, why couldn’t they just as easily bring in (as I had
been asking) an external chappie to investigate this Murder Conspiracy? A
retired Murder and Robbery squad detective would have done quite nicely thank
you - but not one of Security Manager Jonker’s
buddies though. However, as one can imagine, the very last thing that the USC would
want is an independent external investigator snooping around and turning the
spotlight on their murderous safari business.
Dear Reader, One can only ….. Whoah!!
Just a minute!! Am I missing something here? I could have sworn that I saw something
in the
Strangely, in all these years, no one – not
even my closest working colleagues - have ever noticed this mysterious “affliction”
– but amazingly, the Urban Safari Club and their tame shrink can spot it even
before the wretched one has had a chance to leap up onto the couch. Yup! No
doubt about it. I am seriously delusional in thinking that this wonderful, people
caring organisation is actually treating people in this barbaric manner.
Hmmm… But there again Dear Reader, if I really was delusional,
shouldn’t I have been boarded? Doesn’t the Labour Relations Act cover the correct
procedures to be followed in cases like this? Yes of course, but there is a
small problem with this boarding business. The Metal Industries Disabilities
Scheme will have
their own specialists check out this claim - and these guys are very good at
spotting fraudulent claims.
Then, there is going to be an independent, external investigation
into these attempted murders and assaults and the investigators are going to
want to know why the management of
And another thing, since the USC’s tame shrink has stated
that I have been imagining all these murder attempts, assaults and unlawful behaviour
by this criminal syndicate of Bell / John Deere then, surely, poor Bongani is
also in jeopardy of being bundled off in a securi…um… chasti… er...um… well,
you know, that funny blanket with the long sleeves… as he has also been experiencing
some serious “delusions” in his dealings with these criminal managers of Bell
Equipment / John Deere. Hmmm. And then of course, there are all those
delusional witnesses……
Anyway Dear Reader,
if ……Hey wait a minute! I’ve just remembered
something else. A while back, in my defence at the Collective
Grievance Hearing, I submitted a
document to the USC Chairman asking him to investigate and see if he could find
anyone within the Bell Equipment / John Deere organisation who was aware of any
immoral, amoral, unethical, anti-social, illegal or criminal behaviour which had
been attributed to me by the four creatures who had lodged the Collective
Grievance against me.
I
also gave him a list of the people who I dealt with on an everyday basis and, an
additional list of every person who I had had dealings with in the time that I
had been at
THE
CCMA
ARBITRATION:
Well Dear
Reader, a couple of weeks
later there we were at the CCMA (or MEIBC) attending a Conciliation Meeting.
This was between the criminal managers of
In
the meantime, the USC had been toasting the minor victory of my dismissal in
their kangaroo court (over which they had had total control). Over the years, the
USC had, with the full backing of the mighty Gary Bell, indulged in murderous activity
on the premises of
This sense of impunity and the distain in
which they held the law of the land was now so ingrained that the HR chappie,
Nxumalo, decided that he would not bother attending this lawful Conciliation
Hearing! Dear Reader, I
kid you not! The Commissioner had to
phone him and tell him that he was supposed to be at the meeting. This was an
excellent start, and unbeknownst to these criminals, from that moment on, it
went downhill for them.
Eventually,
when this HR chappie deigned to pitch, he, lying brazenly, tried to con the
Commissioner into thinking that Bell / John Deere was a nice, people caring, “conciliatory”
type of organisation .. “and that they had tried but…” Then, this fat little
Cushite sprang a real cracker on the Hearing: They would have shown mercy and
would not have dismissed me had I shown some “contrition!! Indeed. It was a
good thing that I was not sitting on a horse for I am
very sure that I would have promptly fallen off and injured myself.
Dear Reader, I kid you not! Forty four (44)
attempted murders and seven hundred (700) assaults perpetrated against me by
the USC – and I must show contrition! These Urban Safari Club creatures are the
epitome of evil. This venting of raw malice should give you some indication of
the moral calibre of these creatures. Also, it would appear, the inability to
crush my spirit was proving a little vexing. (As for contrition, here is a very
contrite website.)
Needless to say, there was no conciliation and Arbitration was set
for a month or so later. Meanwhile, the Machanick chappie (a legend in his own
lifetime) suddenly upped sticks and went to work for his cousin at SURELOCK –
CONTROL INSTRUMENTS IN
PIETERMARITZBURG. (Watch yourselves there guys.)
Anyway, on
the day of the Arbitration, this sable chappie, Nxumalo, pitched on time – for
a change. He brought his partner in crime - Tim Beningfield and then, incredibly,
they tried to have a rerun of the kangaroo court. These criminal chappies were
so heady with impunity and arrogance that they just could not comprehend that they
were sitting in a real, legal Hearing – it was beyond their ken. (It was at
this stage that I informed all present – including the two USC chappies - that
I would not be returning to work at
At Security, this son of
Ham, Nxumalo, enjoying himself immensely now, insisted that the security guard
search me –right there at reception. The security guard, who knew me well, thought
that this was a joke and was quite taken aback when he realised that this HR
chappie was serious. This searching business took place right in front of the
Commissioner, who quietly watched and said nary a word. No one else was searched.
Dear Reader, The exercise of power is
such a marvellous psychological stimulant and can provide a much needed boost
for the poor depleted ego. Am I annoyed about this searching business? Not at
all. The Gary Bell chappie and his gang of feral thugs can search my website
anytime that they like.
Then we went walkabout.
I showed the Commissioner the area and explained the situation. On the way back,
we stopped just outside the FEL offices. I then explained to the Commissioner just
how close the USC’s man - de Salis – would come in proximity to me if I had
transferred to these offices. The Nxumalo chappie, winking to the Commissioner (I
kid you not), then tried to ridicule what I had just explained to him.
Dear Reader, Lo and behold, at that
very instant in time, who should come walking along but the de Salis chappie! Then
incredibly, the son of Ham, having a jolly good laugh now, drew the
Commissioner’s attention to the de Salis chappie who was walking passed us. The
Commissioner looked, said that he has seen enough and back we went to the CCMA.
At the
CCMA, the Commissioner startled the USC contingent by adjourning the Arbitration.
Nxumalo was clearly put out by this and he got quite agitated. He then demanded
to know when the Arbitration would reconvene and the Commissioner told him that
he would be in touch. Dear
Reader, the
USC had just come down to earth with a jolt. They were not in control here and
did not like it one little bit.
A week or so later, I
had to go down to the Bell Pay Office to collect some papers and was informed
by the security guard on duty that the Security Manager – the obscene Marius
Jonker creature - had issued an instruction that I was not to be allowed on the
premises. This Jonker was fully aware of the shenanigans of his fellow USC
buddies at the kangaroo court and, was also fully aware that, at that moment in
time, the Arbitration was adjourned.
Lest we forget Dear Reader,
this foul creature - Jonker – Security Manager and ex- South African police
officer - was responsible for suppressing all my legal efforts to put a stop to
the 44 murder attempts and 700 assaults that were perpetuated against me on the
premises of
During
this hiatus in the Arbitration, I had sent off a set of the Arbitration
documents to Bob Lane – CEO of John Deere, USA - as I did not want him to see
the Bell Chronicles website and start squealing that he knew nothing about this
wondrous business. So Massa Bob, pleez do’n say you do’n get dem documents – on account de G-man – one of dem FBI speshul egents – is gonna come and give
you de polygraph. Yo! Dis ting fo sho!
Anyway, Dear Reader, the adjournment of the
Arbitration was soon upon us and the Commissioner told me to fetch my witness.
This was the key witness - Pieter Folscher - who the USC (Jonker, Scobie and
McDuling) had unlawfully refused to interview at the 2nd Hearing – six
(6) years previously. I don’t know what took place inside the Hearing while
Pete testified as I had to sit outside while this went on, but I am very sure
that the USC must have shifted uneasily in their chairs when they discovered
that they could not intimidate this no-nonsense, bible - thumping Zuid Wester. Anyway
Dear Reader, so ended Arbitration.
THE
CCMA AWARD:
A month later I received notification
of the award: The USC had suffered a devastating reversal. The Commissioner
ruled in my favour and instructed
Dear Reader,
I know that you are aware that creatures such as the USC actually exist,
indeed, they are in and out of prison all the time and doubtless you see them
every night on your TV. What you are probably having difficulty comprehending
is that these creatures are managers and senior managers of an international
organisation -
After receiving the award from the
CCMA, I then confirmed with the CCMA head office in
Well, no surprise whatsoever when
the time for payment came and went. I then faxed the notification of the
Sheriff’s Attachment papers through to the fax number of their Personnel
Department and sent the Affidavit through to the CCMA. Suddenly, a week or so
later, a month after notification, I got a call from the Beningfield chappie, “Oh,
apparently we owe you some money - we have just got to find out who has to sign
the check.” Indeed.
Dear Reader,
The CCMA head office in
Suddenly,
six (6) months after the award was given, the Sheriff (a lady sheriff) pitches
at
Dear Reader, 36K is just small
change in this thing but by taking this Murder Conspiracy off the premises of
THE ARRAIGNMENT:
Dear
Reader, Where
were we? Oh yes, getting the USC’s in-house killer hauled off to court. Well, after
some very interesting dealings with the South African Police Service I eventually
managed to get a charge of assault laid against the de Salis chappie. Just Assault??
Yup, just Common Assault - that was all that the Richards Bay CID would buy in
on.
The
problem here was witnesses - or rather a lack of witnesses – specifically those
who were prepared to come forward - and who could not be intimidated. At this moment
in the New
Anyway,
the Urban Safari Club’s in-house killer was arrested and carted off to the
Dear Reader, Lest we forget, this de Salis chappie is
the USC’s proxy killer - who had perpetrated 44 attempted murders and
approximately 700 assaults on the premises of Bell Equipment / John Deere. Instead
of seeing to it that the law was upheld and that justice was done - like any
law abiding Security Manager would have done – Jonker did his unlawful best to
cover up this Murder Conspiracy – in which he was a main player. (Dear Reader, For this carry on, please see: HOMEPAGE / OPEN EMAIL TO JONKER
& MACHANICK.)
INTIMIDATION
OF WITNESSES:
Anyway, on the morning of the trial, there
I was parked across the street from the Magistrate’s Court waiting for the doors
to open when, the de Salis chappie and his bumble bee shaped wife suddenly hove
into view. To show their contempt for the judiciary- and to brazenly flaunt the
fact that they were still safely ensconced under the wing of the USC - they decided,
to my eternal embarrassment, to entertain me by presenting a canoodling cameo -
alfresco - right there in front of the court-house. Dear Reader, I kid you not!
It gets even better. Present, in various
degrees of repose, were about 20 or so Zulus - also waiting for the doors to
open. Now, nobody gawks better than a Zulu and here was a whole impi (battalion)
of slack jawed, gawking Zulus focused with rapt attention as this “50’s
something” white couple carried on as if they were high school kids behind the
gym.
Loving every moment of it, this anachronistic
pair would then cast sly glances in my direction to see that I was watching this
public display of mating behaviour. Eventually, my embarrassment became so acute
that I was about to duck down under the dash of my trusty Landy when their USC
appointed attorney suddenly pitched with coffee and hot dogs.
When the food arrived, the hungry lovers
removed their grasping paws from each other (albeit reluctantly, it must be
said) and, panting, converged on the hot dog man. The abrupt cessation of this
steamy snogging session brought a collective groan of disappointment from the gawking
Zulu impi (now swollen to 200 strong) who were very sure that they were about
to be treated to a performance of something that was banned on TV.
Anyway, Tristan and Isolde, together with
their attorney, got stuck into the hotdogs and I must say, from where I was
sitting, they looked ever so much like a bunch of happy, tail wagging little puppies
good naturedly jostling each other around the dinner bowl.
Unbeknownst
to me, the reason for all this bonhomie was that they believed that Jonker and
his goons had managed to intimidate my witness into pulling out of the case. In
the past, this Jonker chappie had had some success at intimidating my witnesses
into withdrawing their testimony against his man - de Salis –and he had tried
it again shortly after frantically chaperoning the de Salis chappie through the
Magistrate’s Court at his arraignment.
Jonker
had unlawfully called my key witness into his office and grilled him in front
of some of his fellow USC accomplices to find out what evidence he was going to
present against their man in court. Jonker, and his associates in crime, were
fully aware that they were interfering in a Criminal Case - with
the specific aim of subverting the course of justice by getting my witness to
withdraw his testimony.
After they had unlawfully interrogated my witness in this Criminal Case,
they took a statement from him which they passed onto their man - de Salis - who,
statement clasped firmly in grubby paws, then shot off to Bell Equipment / John
Deere’s attorneys.
Well anyway Dear Reader, back at the court-house my witness suddenly arrived
and on this advent, near pandemonium broke loose. Spluttering coffee and
choking on hot dogs, the startled trio promptly rushed inside. Then, howling at
the magistrate, their attorney claimed that he had not had enough time (6
weeks) to prepare for the case with his client etc, and that he wanted an
adjournment – which, stout fellow, he got…. and pass the tomato sauce please.
The day of the adjourned trial came around and I was mercifully
spared a rerun of the lovey-dovey episode outside the Court House. This magnificent
pair suddenly screeched to a halt almost in front of my Land Rover then, without
so much as a glance in my direction, they jumped out and dashed into the court-house.
Indeed, I believe that it had suddenly dawned on this chappie that today he had
a very good chance of being carted off to jail.
Dear Reader, Unfortunately,
this was not to be, for, after an hour cloistered in the chambers of the Public
Prosecutor Controller - Marchelle Jacobs (who was very helpful in all of this) it
was felt that it would be difficult to prove intent (beyond reasonable doubt) without
the collaborating testimony of the second witness. Rather than go in with a
50/50 chance, we withdrew the case. This would not have happened had the de
Salis chappie not managed to intimidated the second witness into withdrawing
his testimony on what was clearly an attempt at murder.
Meanwhile,
behind the scenes, the Jonker chappie had tried to intimidate my witness by
sending out an exceptionally dishonest and derogatory email to everyone at
(Dear Reader, Please see HOMEPAGE / OPEN EMAIL TO JONKER & MACHANICK).
The great
Gary Bell chappie, doyen of sycophants and master of Murder Conspiracy cover
ups, rushed to the aid of his beleaguered USC and dashed off an email [Derogative
email]… “We are not going to dignify the contents by replying to the rambling”.
...We?? Oh yeah right, the Urban Safari Club. Then, I received a nasty email from
a
(Please
see HOMEPAGE / RESPONSE TO JONKER & MACHANICK.)
Dear Reader, One might consider this a lacklustre response - particularly so
coming from a CEO of a listed organisation. I am sure that some employees are not
the least bit surprised to hear that these USC managers are involved in this
murderous activity on the premises of
PHILOSOPHIES REVISITED:
Forgive
me Dear Reader, but may I impose on you by
asking that you, once again, have a look at those exquisite moral pieties
enshrined in the
In New York State, 2nd degree murder
is defined as the intentional killing of someone, or the exhibition of such an
indifference to life, so as to create risky circumstances that can lead to
someone’s death.
CODE OF
ETHICS: ...Decent Human Behaviour…
Obligation To Avoid Harm… Report
Harmful Activity…
and
Integrity.
SAFETY AND
HEALTH: …The Safest Factories In The World….
SAFARI’S END:
Dear Reader,
This brings us to the end of this chronicle: THE ANATOMY OF A MURDER CONSPIRACY
and … Oh, before I forget, I am a little surprised at the number of well
meaning people who have expressed concern for my personal safety in all of
this. It has been suggested that this little rich kid and his gang of feral thugs,
being above the law and accustomed to getting what they want, might be tempted
to put out a contract on me. Indeed.
Let us hope that this Gary Bell chappie and his
minions are not stupid enough to compound their error in this matter. Failing the
triumph of reason, might I suggest that it is incumbent on them to ensure the
exact placement of that first shot: I am an Englishman.
Anyway, onto a brighter note. At present, in between
updating the Chronicles and panel-beating my book (THE URBAN SAFARI CLUB), I am
deeply engrossed in a book written by Linda Aronson - Script Writing Revisited. Well, as you can imagine, at this moment
in time there is only one thing that is still undecided: Miniseries or Movie?
So Dear Reader, We have returned safely from our safari! I trust that you enjoyed this little excursion
to the dark side and that you will further enjoy the
detailed CHRONICLES. Sadly, it is now time
for us to part, so, as the strident cries of the homeward winging hadedas fill
the firmament and the setting sun paints the
BROCK of the BUSHVELD
