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Welcome to Pandora's Box a site I am developing in order that I might tell my story to anyone who care's to listen. It is in regards to what was a very large part of my life as a member of the New South Wales Police Force. It is a story that happened some years ago and one I was somewhat reluctant to tell as I thought it would take only a Police Officer to understand what my family and I have endured over the years. I know now that my thinking was wrong. There are people who do want to listen and people do care. This is not an attack on any member of the Police Force and relates mainly to a system which failed to protect me and many like me. A system in place which affects any ordinary member of the public as well at some level. We all know this system well. It is our over bloated beauraucarcy. We have all been aggrieved by it at some time or another and felt powerless in it's clutches. We ironically notice how the people we have appointed to serve us seem immune to it. We watch and we read daily how they get away with things we cannot. Like a sleight of hand , we stand in queue's like exiles whilst doors are opened for them. They no longer serve us and it is us who serve them. Even the honest politician or public servant falls victim to this.

Why am I doing this ? Because the system has failed me not once, not twice, but a number of times and although I have a high regard for the law I have lost faith in it and I need help. Let me emphasis that there is a difference between what we call law and justice. I have faith in justice. Justice is common sense and common law. We can feel it in our hearts our mind. Whereas the written law can sometimes be a straitjacket of empirical stances that changes anyway.

The story about the serious motor vehicle I was involved in on the 9th of July 1979 for example. I'm sure you have heard about people that got large payouts after being involved in collisions.. That wasn't me. In fact I was considered in the wrong in this accident.. Not just by a Judge but by the Supreme Court of New South Wales. For those of you familiar with the rule of law that was my downfall. It was in the gray areas of silence where I was crucified. Like a little child in Court where you speak only when you are spoken to much protocol. I did not appear there on the day to screw the public for money. Has a matter of fact although my back injury had been troubling me for years I did not pursue any compensation for quite some time and only when I thought it would not get any better and was urged to do so by friends for my families sake. Why did it take me so long to lodge a claim ? How many times have you seen people wearing neck braces for six months and then suddenly a sudden miracle occurs when they are paid out ? I wouldn't be able to tell you the number of times I have. I do know this. With a surname like CARCELLER you become a bit hesitant to go out there in fear you will be branded as one of them. Lastly the judge was not there, that night. He had all the time to deliberate even the time to search for an obscure law to destroy a man's life. So many rules of law that the truth is frozen in time by those rules. It is also common knowledge that Police Officer's make judgment calls during difficult and dangerous situations. A very difficult thing to do. I am sure that even a fair Judge both understands and knows this. A fair Judge.

There is also the story about the time I got assaulted by a team of prominent Rugby League players at their football club. This whilst rendering assistance to another Police Officer who had also been assaulted. You can find out why after my face was turned to hamburger mince by a bunch of thugs and I now no longer have any feeling to the left side of my cheek and I can't hear too well on my left ear and how I suffered further injury to my back no one was charged for this brutal offence? Find out why I did not seek criminal compensation ? Oh ! and something else my superior toyed with the idea of charging us . No, this is not a joke. Can this really happen ? It nearly did.

There is also the story about the injury to my two left fingers. An injury known as boutonnière deformity whilst arresting a drug addict. Who at one point was about to stab my partner with his concealed knife. What part do you want to hear about ? The one about the Detective who did not want to charge this offender because " he seemed like a nice enough bloke " or the fact that he was to be charged with a lesser offence. Oh that darn paperwork Or what about the court appearance, his eyes extremely bloodshot and he smelt strongly of intoxicating liquor. Not the offender silly, the magistrate. I know .You want to know what amount of compensation you get when you loose proper use of your two fingers. Your two left fingers, particularly when your left handed and prior to this an accomplished guitar player. What the hell who's cares about that when you can still type. What is the payout I'm speechless ?

There is also the story about the breakdown I suffered when the Police Department denied liability to my injury. Find out how when I spoke to a Police Medical Officer with candor on how this was effecting me and my family. She led me to believe that she believed my story and how I discovered sometime later that she in fact lied to me. Find out how I was placed in the most humiliating situation of my life when they stopped paying me an income and I was forced to seek help from Social Security. Ironically the Social Security officer believed me and I was placed on sickness benefit. Find out how long it took them to provide my Solicitor with my medical records which conveniently disappeared. Find out about the one of many flat tyres I received co-incidentally whenever I had a Doctor's appointment. Or the time I was sent to a specialist who wanted my entire medical history and managed to take it all down in five minutes flat? Now that's surely professionalism. But no it goes on. What about the lengthy medical record identifying me as a female? I will also tell you about a very dark period of my life when my family and I suffered greatly. I broke down, took to alcohol, pain killers and self-mutilation whilst preparing a lengthy report to present to the G.R.EA.T. tribunal. This matter goes before three Judges and I am vindicated as they believed me. Find out about the final parting salvo from the Police Bureaucracy . After my matter is heard by three judges and the evidence accepted. They have the effrontery some months later and unbeknownst to me to send me to a psychiatrist .At the time I thought he was another of their 5 minute pit stop back specialist. Why because during the evidence I gave, I spoke the truth and told these judges of the extreme hardship and anguished I had experienced. How I was at a very mental low. Apparently they were trying a new line of attack. That is, this whole thing was just in my head. If you had been through what I have been through, wouldn't you feel mentally depleted during some point?

I will also tell you the story that's happening today. How after a considerable amount of years have gone by. I received a letter from my then insensitive Solicitor requesting money from me for some overlooked medical expenses. Overlooked by him that is. This is after considerable years have gone by and after he had said certain things to me . Now that's professionalism but I am told common practice. I will also tell you how my defense was conducted.

I will also tell you how after a considerable amount of years had gone by. The G.I.O. walk into my life unannounced requesting a very exorbitant sum of money for their defence. I will ask you as the ordinary citizen to judge whether this length of time is not outrageous? Would you not find it extremely unprofessional if suddenly after so many years ( nearly four years) you receive a bill you were never advised to expect in the first place ? Is this good business ethics ? I am talking about a very large organization here with a very large amount of investors? I am also talking about one that co-incidentally starts looking for money at the same time it pays off it's overseas C.E.O.

I have no one left to plea for help other than the public the ordinary person out there. Why because the people in power are also screwed by this system. They behave as if it were something solid cast in iron which cannot be bent , altered, penetrated and beyond their control. But occasionally it can, that is when it involves one of them. We hear about it, we read about it, incredulous but it just yesterdays news. We walk away and they get away.

So I am now highlighting that system because you see it has happened one, two many times for me and the last straw is the gall that this Insurance company has to ask money from me. I have allowed so many unfair things to go unpursued in my lifetime but no more. I am taking a stand and believe me this is only part of the story.

I will be attaching my email address., hoping to receive your own personal ,stories, any advise, and any help I can get and particularly some very much needed moral support for my family.