There have been some curious court

proceedings lately. I am not one for conspiracy theories but the media is hinting at one in the highly publicised cases of the death of a certain terrorist and the arrest of the head of a certain financial organisation.
Locally we have another curious case in front of the media - the alleged assault of the state's former treasurer. There are claims of evidence being "redacted" or revised and edited and the Premier's own security staff being involved in the investigation. The former treasurer is now the Police Minister. He has not stepped aside during the case. Yesterday he held a press conference in the middle of the proceedings claiming that his "good name" was being held to question. That is, of course, partly what court proceedings are about.
In my own family we have another curious case at present. Many years ago my uncle, an artist, designed and built his own home. It was, at the time, a very unusual house. It caused a lot of interest in the art community and beyond. In order to build it he first built a model from balsa wood. When the house was almost finished and the model was no longer needed he gave it to my then very young brother. My brother accidentally sat on it and ruined it. My father and I were discussing this with my cousin who is too young to remember this happening.
When my brother made his weekly telephone call my father reminded him of this. My brother's reaction was curious. He claimed he had not sat on the house. He claimed he had pulled it to pieces in order to use the balsa wood for another model. Nothing is going to convince him otherwise and there is nobody else left who can say what happened. There will forever be two different versions of the story.
My mother kept a daily diary. Most of it is of very little interest but there were times of crisis when she kept her version of events in the exercise books she used. She also wrote an exercise book with her life story. At the point where she begins to talk about events I can clearly remember it is clear that her memory of them was quite different from mine - and that of my siblings. If someone had to rely on that document it would not give an accurate or complete picture. That document is a court of sorts, just as this blog sometimes is.
What is told in court is rarely the truth. It may often be what people believe is the truth - and it can be outright lies if someone is seeking to see justice done or someone else is seeking to evade justice. Even then people can convince themselves it is the truth.
People will remember what they want to remember and in the way they want to remember it. I try to be accurate and not to judge. I doubt if I always succeed.