At the end of my trial, I was rather hoping the judge would send me to Australia for the rest of my life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Leaving Australia was the hardest thing I have ever done.
Were I ever alone in the dock, I would not want to be arraigned before our flawed tribunals, knowing my freedom could be forfeit as a result of political pressures. I would prefer a fair trial, under the shadow of the noose.
I had concluded when I was the prosecutor that I would vote against the death penalty if I were in the legislature but that I could ask for it when I was satisfied as to guilt.
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.
I desire to put off my trial as long as I can till I can get my evidence ready.
I'm glad I made the decision, although the practice of law - and particularly serving as a federal judge - was a part of my life that I really enjoyed and treasured and look back on it with fondness.
My parents wanted me to be a lawyer. But I don't think I would have been very happy. I'd be in front of the jury singing.
It so happened that I was on a German sailing vessel on the way to Australia when the ship was captured, and on the high seas I was made prisoner by the French.
I was privileged to serve as a judge.
I feel like there was justice. It was served through the legal system you know. Everything that I endured. It was all worth it.