Saturday, September 13, 2014

JUDGE MASIPAGOT IT RIGHT: Oscar Pistorius andthe intentionto kill

Yesterday Judge Masipa, sitting at the High Court in Pretoria, South Africa, handed down part of her much-anticipated judgment in the Oscar Pistorius murder trial.

To much public dismay, she held that the State failed to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that Pistorius had the requisite intention to commit murder. This is the standard for criminal liability in South Africa. Judge Masipa, as was expected, found Pistorius guilty of negligent (culpable) homicide. [UPDATED]

The preliminary view of analysts and commentators appears to be that Judge Masipa got it (horribly) wrong!

Eusebius McKaiser has — he admits (on his Facebook page) with incredible haste — commented that, “[Judge Masipa] did not apply the law to the facts correctly. She should have found Pistorius guilty of murder but instead offered unconvincing legal justification why she decided not to.” Professor Pierre de Vos (here) and Gushwell Brooks (here) raise similar considerations.

McKaiser’s criticism of Masipa’s reasoning is the following:

“Unlike in many other jurisdictions around the world, you can also be found guilty of murder in South Africa if you could have forseen that your action that you performed could kill someone, but you still performed that action, in effect reconciling yourself with the eventual outcome – death – that will result from your action…. So if Pistorius did not kill Steenkamp as a result of premeditated, unlawful action, it doesn’t yet follow in law that he is not guilty of murder.”

McKaiser is invoking the concept of “dolus eventualis”, which is itself not an unproblematic concept. The concept (which I attempt to explain below) found it’s way into South African common law (Roman-Dutch law) through German law. [Shannon Hoctor has written a useful review on the history of the concept in Fundamina (2008).]

Dolus eventualis: Why Judge Masipa is right

While it may be wise to wait for Masipa J’s full judgment and thus her reasoning, McKaiser’s (at al) criticism is not correct. Here is why, briefly:

1. Dolus eventualis has two components “a cognitive component, foresight of the possibility of harm, and a conative (or volitional) component, most often expressed as recklessness whether the harm will result.” (See Hector (above) and S v Malinga, 1963.)

2. The Supreme Court of Appeal has stated the test thus: “The question to be decided is whether the State has proven beyond a doubt that the appellant subjectively foresaw the possibility that his actions would result in the death of the deceased, and nevertheless persisted in his conduct.” (Shongwe JA in Makgatho here.)

What does Shongwe JA mean by “subjectively”?

3. Snyman’s view on this point: “A person acts with intention, in the form of dolus eventualis, if the commission of the unlawful act or the causing of the unlawful result is not his main aim, but he subjectively foresees the possibility that in striving towards his main aim, the unlawful act may be committed or the unlawful result may ensue, and he reconciles himself to this possibility.”

4. The test, therefore, is wholly subjective. According to the Supreme Court, “The fundamental question is not whether he should have accepted that the result would follow, but whether in actual fact he accepted that it would follow.”

In Oscar’s case, the State failed to prove this “actual reconciliation” beyond a reasonable doubt. In fact, it was not the State’s case that Pistorius foresaw that he was going to kill the “intruder” and reconciled to that possibility. Instead, quite befuddlingly, Advocate Nel (the State prosecutor) opted for what most of us thought was an impossible route – proving that Pistorius intended to kill Steenkamp.

It is worth noting that saying Pistorius “should have foreseen” that opening fire at the “intruder” would lead to the intruder’s death is negligence, not intention. That is a “reasonable man” or objective standard. A subjective standard is what Pistorius actually foresaw and actually reconciled himself to, as the consequence of his actions.

Is Nel’s cockup fixable on appeal?

The answer to this question is (likely) NO. As a matter of principle, courts on appeal do not interfere with factual findings of the court of first instance. The appeal court deals only with the law. What Pistorius actually thought is a factual finding.

Therefore, it will be extremely difficult, if not utterly impossible, to overturn Masipa J’s findings on the facts as presented or proven by the State.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Who said life isn’t a bed of roses…? Of course it is…. and roses have thorns right…?

Who said life isn't a bed of roses…? Of course, life is sweet….sweet when you're wealthy. I am not only rich, I am famous as well….Rich, Famous and… hehehe…. very handsome!

The Limousine was very close to the Staples Center, Los Angeles; venue for the 56th GRAMMY Awards. I had been nominated in seven different categories including the Honorium Glorium- Album of the Year. My very own album…whoa!!!

I liked the sound of it. It's not everyday that a young man from Africa gets a nod from the GRAMMY. Now it was not just a nod but 7 nods. Oh boy…

Outside was Chaos. The guards were having a very difficult time controlling the Mammoth crowd that had come to witness history in the making. They wanted to see this young African who was defying all odds, who was breaking all man-made and seemingly natural laws. They wanted me!

Wow! That's a new one. She tapped me, offering a glass of Champagne.

She was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, but I hardly remembered her name.

After all she was just my liege for the event. i collected the drink and nodded my thanks.

Minenhle Dlamini ' , Perfect. I smiled at her again and said you are not on Soccer Zone today Ma'am.

Money, Fame, Respect, Love, Beautiful Women, Classic Wine.

What more can one ask for? Who said life isn't a bed of roses…?

The Limo stopped and the door opened. The delightful screams that greeted my ears when i got out was music, beautiful music; perhaps only bested by the ones that got me here in the first place.

I was almost deafened by the yells, and blinded by the flashing cameras. I posed for a couple photographs, signed a couple autographs, answered a couple questions-paparazzi style- then walked the red carpet to my reserved front-row seat.

First time in America, first time at the GRAMMYs, Front Row seat.

Could life be any better?

The show progressed as planned-spectacular performances coming at the speed of sound. i lost the first award I was nominated for, but after the sixth one, I had two Statuettes in my kitty. When I was called upon to perform my hit song Dreams, the ovation was out of this world with DJ Fresh The Big Dawg in the mix .

I got on the stage, did a verse and then pulled a stunt that got the crowd reeling again.

I invited Jay-Z, Zahara and Alicia Keys to the stage to do the remix of Dreams. It was awesome.

Me. Jay-Z. Alicia Keys, Zahara and DJ Fresh The Big Dawg himself in the mix, One song. One stage.

Who said Life isn't a bed of Roses…?

Then the big one. Album of the year. "And the winner is….." You guessed right; Me, myself and I.

The biggest award in world music was about to be mine. i who was from an almost insignificant Southern Africa ; I who walked the streets of Africa, hustling odd jobs just to meet ends; I…the number one artiste in world music.

Amidst hugs, cheers, back rubs and pats, i floated dazedly towards the stage. Then somebody touched me…. more like tapped me continuously…. till I woke up.

I woke up!

It was the damned conductor of the damned bus. We had arrived and he wanted his damned money. If looks could kill, that conductor would have been six feet under. i paid him and got off the bus, clutching onto my Demo CD.

Who said life isn't a bed of roses…? Of course it is….and roses have thorns right…?

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The Ultimate Experience

Where i come from, £20,000,000 is a lot of money. But after my Guider Ultimate Search experience, i have come to believe that it is a LOT MORE money where some other people are from. I mean, I used to think i desperately needed money and fame, but there are thousands of people who need it more desperately.

I've been registering for the show since I became eligible in the 3rd season, and they've been inviting me for the screening, but something always came up.

This year though, there was no reasonable excuse because I was on holiday. Right now, as I type this piece from my bed, in pains, I wish I was reasonable enough to stay at home.

I thought I had muscles, until. got to the Stadium. See crowd; crowd of bouncers and practising athletes. If not for the fact that I actually travelled all the way to the Stadium for the screening I would have turned back. Well, that and the fact that I have a big ego. Any ways, i went in, changed into my sport kits and sat down on the pitch like others, awaiting my turn on the marathon.

So many things look very easy on TV. You see people doing it and you say, "piece of cake, I can do this too". Well, news flash guys; competitive MARATHONS are deadly. Especially if you've been sitting at home doing nothing but eat, sleep, read, write and get fat, like I'd been doing. Each group ran in 20s and depending on how competitive they are, everyone in a group could proceed to the next stage. Sometimes though, the slowest ones were dropped. The aim was just to see how fit everyone was. Coming first didn't matter. But coming last could.

Anyways, when others were running I was laughing at those who were far behind. I called them lazy goats. If they couldn't run ordinary 2 laps –800meters, why register for Guider Ultimate Search? Well, my turn was coming. And finally, it came. When the whistle went off, i hustled my way to the front. i was leading. I felt fly. All these kids ain't got nothing on me.

Well, when we rounded the first bend, I decided to slow down a bit. I mean, what's the rush? One person passed me, then two, then three, then …. After the first lap i was in the tenth position. By the time we got to 500meters I'd lost count of all the people who had passed me. After running about 600meters, I started hearing angels singing the Hallelujah Chorus. Brethren I was dying.

Then a voice started asking me to just stop and lie down for a while, just a little while. The wonderful voice told me it wasn't a do or die affair, I should just stop and crawl away from it all. i paused a little, looked back, saw four ladies far behind me One of them was Redi Tlhabi, muttered 'hope they' and trudged on. One of them eventually passed me before we got to the finish line of course it was Redi Tlhabi. I barely made it because the last three ladies behind me were evicted from the competition.

The next drill was 'squats': Deadly squats. The first set was stopped after 3mins, 20 seconds. You need to see people's legs dancing loliwe. i couldn't even laugh my head off because I was too tired from the marathon and I knew it was going to be my turn soon.

I mean, some people who topped their group in the marathon couldn't do the squat. How could I that came 17th do it? How? See how people were collapsing and screaming Jesus' name up and down, see how Redi passed me?  … my mind cut. Well, my turn finally came – the last set. They put the girls in front an put us behind them. The whistle went off and we squatted. It wasn't so bad at first. Till we hit two minutes.

I thought it was a joke when my legs started vibrating. My legs have never vibrated like that before. I started thinking about very abstract things: thermodynamics, bole, roasted fish, Mampi's music and finally the love of my life. That helped, till it didn't anymore. Then this guy ( Robert Marawa) in front of me (God bless his soul) started making small swinging motions. I copied him and it worked. Whenever I felt a bit relieved I stopped and when i felt like giving up i started those motions.

Front, back, left, right, people were just collapsing but I was having a ball, a terrible one though. After about 4minutes, the remaining ladies were asked to stand easy, I saw Redi Tlhabi smilling. I started praying. The swinging motions were not even helping anymore. People around kept collapsing but i stayed. Prayed. And… mercifully, the whistle went off, after five plus minutes. I was the only person who didn't collapse immediately. I did a few stretches and tried walking away like a boss. Thank God the camera didn't catch me when my feet buckled and I fell.

On to the next drill – different variations of 'picking the ball'. Zanaco FC had an CCL football match against Chiefs so we were moved to the stadium's handball court. I knew it was a bad idea the moment I stepped into that court. The main pitch was covered with the same material used in covering race tracks, while the surrounding was rough coal-tarred.

The balls were placed in front of the perimeter brick- wall and the aim of the game was to race across, pick a ball and return to where you started. The fastest runners were selected. When it got to a few groups before mine, a different variation was introduced. 12 balls were dropped while 20 of them had to race across and try to pick one. Only those who picked a ball qualified for the next round.

Well, I finally lined up. To hasten things up, 5 balls were added to. he 12 and 6 guys joined us. 26 macho men; 17 balls …Macky's 'Zero To Hero' started playing my head. I wasn't scared though. I may not be good with marathons but short sprints are my thing. And the distance to the wall was approximately 60 meters.

The whistle went off and we charged. Of cause I was in front of the guys around me. My eyes were set on the blue ball and when I finally got there, i grabbed it with joy. That was when it happened.

You wouldn't appreciate what I'm going to say if you've never been hit by a vehicle before. I had the ball firmly in my grip when about 4 bodies slammed into mine, American football style. i was later told that the sound my head made when it impacted the wall was heard at the other end of the pitch.

For about 10 seconds I didn't know where I was. The dis orientation was total. When i came round, the race was over and my precious blue ball was not in my hand. I shook the nausea off and strolled straight to the medical-van, close to where the 'winners' were assembled. Normally, those who didn't qualify were ushered out immediately so they won't blend in with the winners. It was like magic when nobody stopped me.

I just got to the doctor and said, "my head". He said he heard the sound too and gave me an ice-pack to press it with. He collected cotton-wool and started cleaning my knee. That was when I even noticed I was seriously bleeding there. I was just praying I hadn't gotten a concussion.

Anyways, after a while I felt better. I was supposed to immediately go carry my bag and go back home, but … i majestically strolled to where the 'winners' queued up to register their names and collect tags for the next round. Again nobody stopped me. I registered my name and collected my tag. I was in the next round.

Err….don't call me a cheat please. I had the ball in my hand before I was battered so it was only fair that i proceeded to the next round … on merit. I mean, I couldn't even chew anything that night because the left part of my head was swollen. How could i have suffered all that pain for nothing?

The next day was swimming. Long story short, we swam in fours. I came second and the 'fish' who came first (may thunder fire him very well) qualified for the next round. That's where my Search ended.

The idiots didn't even allow me use the changing room. They asked me to leave the pool premises with only my trunks on. I had to change at the parking lot. Truly, nobody gives a damn about you when you're not successful. But God will judge them anyway.

So many people have been consoling me and telling me next year will be better. I keep telling them I'm done. I have an engineering degree and in a few months I'd be done.

There has to be easier ways to make money men. This is not for me.

Later guys, the 'wicked' Maureen the woman that has been massaging my body has come.

**tears**