IF police are proved to have attacked G20 protesters, they must face the consequences.
Yes, quite. I mean, obviously, those videos showing officers pushing people over when they were walking away from them, and that other one showing a woman being slapped with the back of the hand then hit with a baton just aren't enough evidence. We have to hear what the officers themselves think happened, and they might be able to offer a different interpretation, in which case we should always take their word for it over shoddy unclear recorded pictures. It's just common sense.
But alleged “victim” Nicola Fisher loses credibility by hiring celebrity publicist Max Clifford.
The involvement of Mr Clifford turns a serious inquiry into a circus.
How can investigators have faith in Ms Fisher’s claims when she is touting her story to make a pot of gold?
Indeed, how dare Nicola Fisher sell her story? She should instead, like people's celebrity Jade Goody, have refused to make money from circumstances beyond her control and resolutely stood against using charlatans like Mr Clifford for monetary gain, ensuring that her death was not turned into a public spectacle. She should further take heed of the example of Jade's widower, Jack Tweed, who is bravely facing up to his second spell inside as a victim of a miscarriage of justice, rather than complaining about his lot through the pages of a tabloid newspaper.
Incidentally, the Sun's smearing of Ms Fisher is rather mild compared to the treatment she's getting in the Mail, although the Sun is undoubtedly the police's friend, which the Mail's relationship is far more ambiguous.
