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Our inquiry/request has been sent out to the Ministry of Justice. The wait time for a response is on average four weeks - we will update again when we receive a response!
In the meantime, since we do not have a schedule for sending out letters at this moment, we will be using this time to post more facts about Captain Kidd. The One Piece live action show on Netflix was a hit, so perhaps we will make a post discussing the similarities and differences between one of the series’ characters and the Captain? Keep an eye out for that!
We are still taking donations to help fund this movement on GoFundMe.com (search ‘Pardon Captain Kidd’). All donations go to costs and supplies for sending out our petitions, and keeping the pardon movement website running (pardonwilliamkidd.com). If you feel like Captain Kidd’s history was unjust, consider donating to the movement to help him get his rightful pardon!
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"Yoon Park, Honorary Probation Officer" - Ambassadors Committing
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Scandal of the Ministry of Justice's £200 million plan to imprison more women while providing a tenth of the cash to keep them out of jail
Scandal of the Ministry of Justice’s £200 million plan to imprison more women while providing a tenth of the cash to keep them out of jail
Foston Hall women’s prison. Pic credit: BBC
As the UK faces public spending cuts the Ministry of Justice is embarking on a £200 million plan to expand the women prison population by building 500 new places for women.
The scheme has been condemned by charities from the Prison Reform Trust, the Howard League for Penal Reform to Women in Prison and was subject to a highly critical report from MPs…
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Latest New Video 14 Ministry of Justice Point Blanche Prison FULL - St Maarten News
Latest New Video 14 Ministry of Justice Point Blanche Prison FULL – St Maarten News
Latest New Video 14 Ministry of Justice Point Blanche Prison FULL – St Maarten News
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Crime survey shows Māori, disabled, rainbow communities most at risk
Crime survey shows Māori, disabled, rainbow communities most at risk
About 1.2 million people in New Zealand experienced crime last year and people in a range of minority groups are more likely to be victimised.
The Ministry of Justice’s fourth New Zealand Crime and Victims Survey, which reveals trends in crimes, showed about 29 percent of adults were victimised once or more during 2021.
The proportion of victims did not change between 2020 and 2021.
Ministry of…
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Henry Cavill
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a bit of good news: ukraine's defence ministry and justice ministry, who had previously opposed the (sex-blind) civil unions bill, changed their mind and now support it! next step is for the parliament to pass it in the first reading (x)
#yoohoo yippee!!!#the justice ministry was first so against it they planned to make their own draft bill on Registered Friendships or whatever that was#mari rambles
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I have seen quite a few people on TikTok create content for their "my 9 to 5 and then 5 to 9" work/job life, and I know of another person creating content to showcase their work life 'in order to save $100,000' (they have 2 Full-Time jobs). It just astounds me that anyone would see this as inspiring because these mentalities are ableist as hell and do not take into account how the small billion class is complicit in most of the world's suffering; but also how these 'takes' are so far removed from the fact that under capitalism our bodies are seen as expendable. All around the world people are working themselves to the bone and are still struggling -and we must keep challenging and resisting capitalism. The more people glorify -romanticize this lifestyle of constant work are going to burn out and destroy their health. For companies who do not care. Who see you are replaceable literally -it's just sad and frustrating.
I stumbled upon this Instagram page a long time ago, and Tricia Hersey's work on "rest is resistance" is so incredibly important (there are many intricacies to her work and she addresses these intersections in her book and on her social media as well). They have a blog and are on Instagram and Twitter:
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#Instagram#feminist#social justice#rest is resistance#rest is important#rest is productive#rest is radical#tricia hersey#the nap ministry#capitalism is evil#abolish capitalism#capitalism kills#capitalism#late stage capitalism#health and wellness#current events#united states
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I pray that I’ll always prioritize my relationship with God more than my theology of God.
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By Tomorrow - Part 11
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A/n: Hopefully this isn't garbage. Part 5 of Man's World is also in progress.
Henry felt satisfied and guilty in equal measure. Guilty enough to apologize, something he avoided at all costs. Though he supposed he’d apologized about Sybil losing her brother when they met.
A woman’s first time was never pleasant; her husband had no choice about hurting her the first time he took her to bed. But Henry should have at least had more time to prepare her.
Henry believed above all things that a man shouldn’t hurt his family, particularly his wife, under any circumstance, and it weighed on him. Now she’ll work herself up into a fine state and be frightened of me again.
He certainly shouldn’t have left her alone in their cottage with only her racing thoughts for company. He wished at least that he could send Catherine to care for her until he returned, just so she wouldn’t be alone, but Catherine was certainly barricaded in her room in the keep by now.
There were half a dozen unfamiliar horses in the courtyard being guarded by two Macleans; the Cavill warriors watching them looked less angry than bored. None of them acknowledged Henry as he went past; they didn’t trust the Macleans enough to take their eyes off them, even for a moment.
Henry slipped through the massive doors into the keep. Everyone looked up.
There were three young men gathered by the table where the Maclean boy - no doubt their younger brother - lay.
All three wore their yellow hair pulled back and though Henry wasn’t close enough to see their eyes, he knew they were all blue.
Alexander was easy to pick out, since he was the largest and surliest of the three. He and Henry had never spoken directly to each other or even been introduced, but they knew each other well. It’s always wise to know one’s enemy, especially if the enemy in question is the future laird of an enemy clan.
Cameron and Donal, the second and third oldest in Maclean’s large brood, respectively, seemed innocuous in comparison to their older brother.
Cameron was a decent fellow. He always sought out Arran when all the clans came together for the highland games and was sure to pay his respects. He made a point to hold shallow but pleasant conversations with Henry. It was clear that he wished to end the feud between their clans and let peace reign, though Alexander would certainly never reconcile with the Cavills, and Alexander was expected to take his father’s place as laird. But the practice of tanistry - the same practice that would make Henry laird someday instead of one of Arran’s sons - could technically see Cameron elected instead.
Donal was rude and rash but constantly smiling. Alexander at least had the decency to look nasty. Donal just had one of those ridiculous smirks on his face at all times, like he knew just how much he was frustrating those around him and absolutely delighted in it.
The fourth of Laird Maclean’s sons, Ramsey, the only one with dark hair, was nowhere to be seen. Most likely, he’d stayed behind at the keep while his other brothers came to attend their youngest brother, Maclean’s fifth son.
Ramsey was as nasty as Alexander and smiled as much as Donal. Something was broken inside him; it was clear in his eyes. They say he used to kill dogs for sport. Henry was relieved to see he’d been left behind.
Maclean had two daughters, too, but one was married off to a clan faraway, and the second died in childhood.
It seemed another insult to the Cavills that Laird Maclean should remarry and have so many children when Helen died delivering her only one.
Henry crossed to his uncle. Donal, not smiling for once, was the first to look back down at his baby brother. Cameron nodded subtly in greeting. Alexander continued to glare for a long while, his eyes only leaving Henry’s face to look at the crumpled fabric in his hand.
“Is it done?” Arran murmured.
Henry grunted.
“And . . . do you have the necessary proof?”
Henry didn’t grunt so much as growl, and he didn’t hold the fabric out to his uncle for inspection as he might be expected to. Instead he kept it clenched in a white-knuckled grip.
No one was going to see it. It was private. Checking bedlinens for blood was an absurd tradition on its own, and Henry wasn’t going to broadcast what he was sure had been an incredibly uncomfortable experience for Sybil.
Henry wondered for a split second about Maclean’s bedlinens after his wedding night with Henry’s mother.
Arran lowered his voice further. “And the lass – how is she?”
Henry just grunted again.
He didn’t want to tell his uncle that she was overwhelmed and confused and probably frightened. Henry was supposed to be able to remove her burdens and eliminate her fear because that’s what husbands did, or at least what they ought to do, and he couldn’t, and now she was alone, which Sybil, of all people, should never be, and he couldn’t even send her Catherine. Catherine would know just what to do, be able to bridge whatever gap that had just opened up between them.
Henry endeavored to sound casual when he asked, “Where is Uncle Patrick?”
“Finn came out of Catherine’s room to see what all the fuss was about. Catherine stepped out after him.” Arran settled his eyes on the eldest Maclean. “I told him to go back with them.”
Henry could imagine the situation. The Maclean boys had probably looked up at Catherine, and while Cameron’s gaze was surely respectful . . . Alexander’s certainly wasn’t.
The way he looked at her a few years ago when he saw her at the Highland Games – he was practically licking her.
Henry and Alexander had sparred after that, but had to be forcibly stopped when what was meant to be a friendly match turned too violent. Neither man had inflicted enough damage on the other to be satisfied.
“And Patrick agreed to just leave?” Henry asked.
“I insisted.”
Henry grunted. “Will the boy die?”
“He will if they don’t sever the leg,” Arran said. And he might still die if they couldn’t control the bleeding or if the wound caught an infection.
Henry grunted again.
“Laird,” Cameron called, approaching with measured steps.
“Cameron,” Arran replied. They clasped forearms in a show of good faith. Cameron would have offered his arm to Henry, too, but he was intensely focused on glaring at Alexander and Donal as they spoke quietly to one another.
Cameron’s eyes flickered to the fabric balled in Henry’s fist but wisely did not mention it. “May we borrow a wagon from you?”
“A wagon?”
“To bring him home.”
“If you think it wise,” Arran said carefully.
“I would not like to be in a strange place were I in his condition. He belongs at home.”
“You can’t move him in this condition,” Henry said. Arran and Cameron both seemed taken aback that he had actually spoken.
“No, we can’t,” Cameron said. “We know the leg must be removed,” he said reluctantly. “But I don’t want my brother to die in a strange place.”
Henry couldn't help but imagine himself in Cameron’s place, imagine that Will was lying helpless among strangers, or Hamish or Alistair were. He smothered that train of thought before his mind could conjure an image of Finn in such a state.
He would do anything for any of his cousins, but Finn – Finn was different. He was the heart of their family. He was the only person Henry allowed himself to love without reservation.
Cameron and Arran agreed that the best course of action was to amputate the leg here and get the bleeding under control before taking the boy back home. Donal and Alexander were in agreement, too, though they mostly refrained from joining in the conversation.
Henry moved to the edge of the hall where a servant had set out food and drink. He stood by the table as he ate, keeping his eyes trained on the Macleans.
Across the hall, Donal met his eye. As with Cameron, Donal’s gaze flicked to the scrap of linen still balled in Henry’s fist, but he allowed his gaze to linger a moment before dragging it back up to meet Henry’s.
And he smirked.
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Henry’s knuckles were bleeding where they’d made contact with the glass pane.
Glass was rare and expensive and he was stupid to break it, but it was either the glass or Donal Maclean’s smirking fucking face.
Donal was a right little shit and he wanted to get a rise out of Henry and it bloody well worked, but at least Henry had sought some privacy before he started breaking things - relative privacy, at least. He’d gone belowstairs, and in the short corridor from the stairs that ran between the barracks and the rooms of food stores, he lashed out, breaking everything within reach, including the pane of glass that was to be installed in Catherine’s window as a welcome-home gift from the triplets.
Henry looked down at his bleeding hand and wiggled each of his fingers with varying degrees of success. When he looked up again, Jamison was standing before him, probably going from the barracks to the foodstores.
Jamison’s gaze flicked to Henry’s bleeding hand, the one that still held that scrap of linen. He may not have realized what it was, but if he did he was smart enough not to mention it.
His dark eyes returned to Henry’s pale ones. “Do you want a drink?”
They sat on cots near the door to the barracks. Other warriors were scattered about, murmuring to one another as they cleaned their weapons or played cards. None of them slept, and none of them would so long as Macleans were on their land.
They drank in silence at first, Henry keeping his focus on his cup as he opened and closed his fist. The bleeding had stopped but it grew sorer by the minute.
After a long silence, Jamison cleared his throat and spoke up. “I know it’s never pleasant when the Macleans are near, but it must be especially difficult with your wife so close by.”
Henry grunted. He did not want to talk about what was happening, especially not with Jamison, but the other man wouldn’t be deterred.
The two had always had a strange sort of rivalry growing up, their relationship tense at even the best of times. But Jamison had matured considerably the last few years, especially after his father died and he no longer felt the need to prove himself worthy of his love.
“I never thanked you for choosing me to accompany you to England,” Jamison said. “You had many good men to choose from.”
“I don’t want you to thank me,” Henry said flatly. If he were going to say something kind to the other man, now would be the time. He didn’t.
“You don’t want any apology either, I’ll bet. And I’m not the one who should be giving it to you.”
“I don’t want anything from you. You don’t owe me anything. I don’t owe you anything, either.”
Jamison’s father owed Henry the apology – owed Henry’s mother the apology. But they were dead now, both of them, and death was as close to resolution as anything would ever come.
“I bet you do want something from me,” Jamison said after a long silence. He grinned. “I bet you want me to stop trying to have these conversations.”
Henry cracked a half-hearted smile. “Especially when there are Macleans upstairs.”
“Jamison!” Alistair trotted into the room. “They’re about to sever the boy’s leg. We need help to hold him still.”
Jamison paled but he made no protest. His hands were steady as he set down his ale and rose to his feet. Henry rose too.
“Not you,” said Alistair. “Father wants you to go back to your wife.”
Henry nodded, swallowing his pride. Not being needed here made him feel useless, but he supposed Sybil needed him more. Being a husband was a different sort of usefulness.
It was for the best that he leave, anyway. Jamison’s almost-apology had him thinking of his mother.
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It was a long time before Sybil was able to rise from bed. She was too uncomfortable to sleep, though crying had drained her of most of her energy.
She dipped a rag in a pail of water and used it to wipe herself down before dressing. It was the middle of the night but a mere nightgown didn’t feel right, didn’t feel like enough. She had the urge to hide her body under every article of clothing she could find.
The utter darkness outside made her anxious. She felt trapped. She was trapped - not just by the laird’s decree for everyone to remain in their homes, but by the highlands themselves. There was nothing and no one for miles. Her friend was out of reach, as was her husband. But Sybil wasn’t sure that she wanted him within reach.
She paced the cottage, braiding and unbraiding her hair over and over as she wished there was someone here she could speak to, because she refused to speak aloud to herself like some doddering old lady, and keeping her thoughts trapped inside her head was like trying to corral a thunderstorm. She’d rather be needlepointing than braiding but the light was far too low.
Had she behaved strangely during the bed? Had something about it felt strange to Henry? What were the chances that he would accept the awkward encounter the same way he accepted her other peculiarities? Would he ask her questions she could not answer?
How was she supposed to talk to him at all after what they’d done? She’d never been so embarrassed in her life - which was truly a feat, considering her propensity to talk without thinking.
Thoughts of her father’s friend kept trying to sneak in. not thoughts of that awful hour in the bathing chamber, but thoughts of him today. Did he think about it at all when he was comfortable at home with his wife and his family? Did he even remember what he’d done to her? Were there other girls he’d hurt?
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone at the door - Henry, no doubt.
She leapt into bed, turning her back to the door, and shut her eyes. There was no way he’d believe that she was asleep, not when she was fully dressed and out of breath, but she hoped he would at least be kind enough not to call her out on it.
It was painfully obvious to Henry that his wife was awake. It was also obvious that she was terrified.
He’d ruined things by rushing her. And for what? So Donal fucking Maclean could smirk at him?
Alexander had barely looked in his direction tonight. His indifference was infuriating. Henry wanted him to be angry, so angry that he couldn’t see straight. That was why he’d married Sybil, after all. To take something from a Maclean. To wound one of them.
He wanted Alexander to look at him – maybe even see the bloody cloth in his hand, the proof that he’d stolen something – and be blind to everything else.
He wanted a reason to fight him and beat him and humiliate him and humiliate the whole Maclean clan and its dying laird.
That was why he married Sybil. To use her as a tool, to further his game.
And he felt like shit for it.
He’d been good to her – tried to be, at least. Whatever his motivation to marry her had been, he’d treated her as best as he possibly could. And it wasn’t just out of a sense of duty. At least not anymore.
Henry moved very slowly to the bed and lay above the covers on his back, looking up at the dark ceiling. His wife was rigid beside him.
He had to speak, to tell her about his mother. It wasn’t that he needed someone to know – the whole clan knew; they just never spoke of it. He wanted to tell her because he needed someone to understand.
“My mother . . .” he started. That familiar, sore lump was already swelling in his throat and he swallowed it down. “No one knows exactly what happened when. . . she never told anyone who my – who he was –”
Sybil cautiously turned toward her husband. His eyes were closed, his jaw locked, and he looked frustrated with himself for being unable to speak. She didn’t understand what he was saying but she understood his tone. This was something painful to him. Something important.
He kept his eyes shut as he pieced together the story. “No one knew at the time, but . . . My mother was already with child when she wed Maclean. It was not his . . . I was not his.” He flicked his tongue over his lips. “He found out somehow.”
The story wasn’t complete by any means, but Henry knew that was all he would be able to say tonight without being overcome by emotion, at which point he would probably break something – again.
But that would upset Sybil to the point where she might run screaming from their little home. And he didn’t want to upset her. Not ever.
Sybil’s hand was on his cheek before she knew what she was doing. Henry tensed even further for a moment before relaxing into her touch the slightest bit.
She wasn’t sure what to say to him to make him feel better. There probably wasn’t anything that anyone could say to do that.
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We have news to share - The Ministry of Justice has responded with a denial for Captain Kidd’s Royal Prerogative of Mercy application.
This does NOT mean we are done here! Mr./Ms. E Peck was kind enough to provide an outline when cases like this typically are approved:
“Use of Royal Prerogative powers are subject to the common law duties of fairness and reason and to support effective administration. There are a number of longstanding conventions that I consider when reviewing an application. These are:
it is impractical for the case to go to court, or all other judicial routes have been exhausted.
new evidence has come to light which demonstrates conclusively that either no offence was committed or that the defendant did not commit the offence.
taking into account all the circumstances in the grant of a full pardon, that the person was morally and technically innocent of the crime.”
With this in mind, the Pardon Captain Kidd movement can confidently state that new evidence HAS indeed come to light proving Captain Kidd did not commit piracy.
Additionally, E Peck was helpful in providing their thoughts on this movement and suggestions of other revenues we can take:
“I have considered whether to recommend to the Secretary of State that he exercise his powers under section 16 of the Criminal Appeal Act 1995 to refer your application on behalf of Captain Kidd for an exercise of the RPM to the CCRC. However, I have not found a compelling reason to make such a recommendation and I am mindful of the Commission’s finite resources which in my view are better utilised in considering current cases rather than a case which concluded 300 years ago and where there appears to be no public interest in the Commission devoting its limited resource investigating it at the expense of current cases.”
“Until the Criminal Cases Review Commission (CCRC) has been approached and made a finding on Captain Kidd’s case, the full range of judicial routes cannot be held to have been exhausted. It is convention that no recommendation of RPM will be made whilst there remains a judicial route available.”
This tells us that RPM does not consider this movement worth their time and resources. However, with both the Criminal Cases Review Commission and the Secretary of State mentioned, we think gathering more general interest and precise delivery of the new evidence for Captain Kidd’s innocence is still a hopeful revenue. Additionally, the Law Centres Network was recommended as an outlet to us as well.
SO WHAT’S NEXT?
The Pardon Captain Kidd movement has more letters to submit - to the Secretary of State and to members of the Law Centres Network. Follow us here for more updates on this!
HOW CAN YOU HELP?
We are once again requesting anyone interested in showing their backing and interest in this movement to please submit their full names for letters to these revenues. You can do so by filling out our contact form on our site here.
We also take donations that help us pay for supplies for physical letters and postage on our GoFundMe.
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Coming in April '24...
Happy Viewing!
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when you realize that miss Bellatrix Black Lestrange had the right to a trial while having the dark mark inked to her skin but Sirius Black didn't makes you realize how the ministry didn't care about justice after the first war at all.
Bellatrix was a known supporter of Voldemort, she wasn't quiet about her admiration for him, so they knew she was guilty and she still had the right to a trial.
Makes you think why, especially with Dumbledore present in the court room. Sirius was part of the order and still Dumbledore didn't seek answers as to why he had betrayed them. He was there to advocate for Snape, was present for known Death Eaters trials, but couldn't provide Sirius a fair trial, and all it would take was a little word to Fudge or Barty Crouch, after all it only took his word for Severus to be considered innocent.
It wasn't in his interest to seek the truth or even to help Sirius which is why he didn't, i don't believe he knew Sirius was innocent, but he didn't want justice, simply because it did not matter to him what the truth was, if Sirius was innocent it wouldn't help Dumbledore in his plans, if he was guilty it was indiferent to him, he simply didn't care because it wasn't important for his narrative.
Going back to Bellatrix and looking who she had the trial with, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, and Barty Crouch Jr, were all pure-bloods from influencial families, makes you think if even after everything that had some weight on them getting a trial.
Sirius was a Black yes, one of the sacred 28, but he was disinherited and that was common knowledge. Even if Fudge used the excuse of being a Black to portray him as a murderer in the media, all of his family (from what we know and assume) got a trial, Sirius was the only Black who didn't get a trial and I can't help but think his disinheritance had something to do with it.
(Joanne is not smart enough to write this correctly, but the sacred 28 had a lot of political power, as we see the Malfoys exibit in the books)
So this rants leads nowhere but i have been thinking about it so tell me your thoughts on this
#harry potter#sirius black#bellatrix lestrange#albus dumbledore#severus snape#rodolphus lestrange#barty crouch jr#cornelius fudge#the ministry is corrupt#but we already knew that#dumbledore is a manipulative man#who only cares about his interests#sirius deserved better#which means he deserved a trial#even if he was guilty#which he wasnt#why bother do a revolution if justice is not to be applied#sacred 28#powerful families#the blacks#bellatrix is unhinged and i love her for that tho#anti dumbledore
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Habakkuk's Complaint
Therefore the law is ineffective, / And justice never goes forth; / For the wicked one encompasses the righteous one, / Therefore justice goes forth perverted.
— Habakkuk 1:4 | Recovery Version (REC)
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Cross References: Psalm 22:12; Psalm 58:1-2; Psalm 119:126; Isaiah 1:21; Isaiah 5:20; Isaiah 59:12
#law#paralyzed#justice perverted#wicked men#surround#righteous one#Habakkuk 1:4#Book of Habakkuk#Old Testament#REC#Recovery Version#Holy BIble#Living Stream Ministry
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