You are my boss. I am writing you this post, which make no mistake is the latest installment in a series of my dispatches from Courtroom 33, where Mike Duffy is on trial, in order to break up the monotony, painful for all involved, of following a process where the shortest distance between A and B is an infinity of detours.
Dear Alison, I repeat: 31 days in Courtroom 33, at Ottawa’s Elgin Street courthouse, where the suspended senator faces 31 charges of bribery, breach of trust and fraud, feels nowhere closer to untangling the truths and fictions of Duffy and the senate spending scandal.
It’s like we are trapped in a hermetically sealed jar, where outside truths like auditor generals reports, the weather, the movement of the sun, hold no sway.
Where time stands stock still, Alison—I was going to say “still stands stock still,” going back to the great Donald Bayne’s efforts, via the instrument of a May 4 voir dire, to arrest the Earth’s progress mid-spin. But in the absence of time, adverbs have no function.
They pump frigid air into Courtroom 33 to keep us awake. Every day is a sweater day. Its June, Alison.
Okay, Alison, you can look at it two ways. On the macro level, this trial is an epic of Dickensian scope: exactly a week ago we heard from Clifford Golden Dollar, the man who installed pipes in the attic of Duffy’s cottage in Cavendish, P.E.I., and who spoke the beautiful, idiosyncratic English of an old-school Islander. Then, today, we hear from Peter Doody, a lawyer who once represented former prime minister Jean Chrétien in the Gomery Commission probing the sponsorship scandal, but who came this morning to engage in a heady debate over the scope of parliamentary privilege—what the red chamber can and can’t keep secret.
From Dollar to Doody, Alison. That is what you call breadth.
On the micro level, it’s also what you call crazy-making.
They marched in, these lawyers, and got themselves settled in front of Justice Charles Vaillancourt. That sidelined Bayne, Duffy’s defenceman, and Crown prosecutor Mark Holmes (Holmes’s partner, Jason Neubauer, stayed away—smart man).
In their place was Doody and that parade of other lawyers. I’ll get to them later.
They were all set to argue over an internal Senate report prepared for the upper chamber three years ago by that body’s chief internal auditor, Jill Anne Joseph. No one really knows what’s in the report: the Senate is claiming parliamentary privilege over it, so it’s still all hush-hush.
But by all accounts it seems to suggest there was a lot of internal confusion about what “primary residence” means for Senators—which is important, because Duffy claimed tens of thousands of dollars in travel expenses just for living in Kanata, his home base for years.
That issue is part of why we’re here, so the report sounds useful.
Doody—yes, Alison, that really is his name—argued first. He spoke real fast about a lot of things I did not understand. I tried to write as fast as he talked, but it was hard. Made me think of David Copperfield learning shorthand—”the unaccountable consequences that resulted from marks like flies’ legs; the tremendous effects of a curve in a wrong place…” etc. etc.
Now I can barely read what I got down. Here’s my best guess at what Doody said:
Hey, this internal Senate document could help show how this guy on criminal trial is innocent. The report may never have been actually tabled in the Senate, and we’re not sure if it came up in an in-camera meeting either. It’s got nothing to do with the Senate’s core business, which is to legislate and hold the government to account. So the privilege it’s claiming here is bogus, because lifting it on this particular document would have no impact on its function. And anyway, even if it were covered by privilege, the Senate has waived it by providing the information contained in the document to RCMP investigators.
Doody convinced a lot of people in the courtroom. But then the Senate’s man, Gowlings lawyer Maxime Faille, rose. He’s a trim guy who can put a sentence together and then, like a conductor’s baton, use it to command a room. He even moves his hands like a conductor’s.
Faille changed a lot of people’s minds. How he put things was like this: Hey, this has nothing to do with Duffy’s guilt or innocence. It has everything to do with parliamentary privilege as fundamental to the workings of our democracy—so foundational to the way our government functions that it’s easy to forget its importance. Faille was here to argue the principle of the thing. Privilege allows our elected representatives and the admin people who support them to talk, deliberate, come to decisions, without fear of liability, defamation or other interventions of the courts. It ensures freedom of speech. Privilege is therefore critical to the separation of the branches of government—the legislative from the executive from the judicial—because it permits those branches to get on with things independently of each other, as checks and balances should.
While earlier it had been easy to believe that the Senate wanted to keep an embarrassing report secret, Faille suggested he was here merely to beat back an incursion from a meddlesome court, and that otherwise he and the Senate couldn’t care less.
Where does this leave us, Alison?
Well, it would be nice to hear some evidence again. We were going at a good clip this week—good for, er, Duffy time. But Faille will be back tomorrow to finish up.
There really is no telling when this thing will end.
Court reporter Nicholas Köhler on the Duffy trial
- Day 1: Mike Duffy talked for a living. On Monday, he spoke six words.
- Day 2: Kafka meets Frank Capra in Courtroom 33
- Day 3: The PM is just a girl he used to know
- Day 4: The subject of honour and the genie of Cavendish
- Day 5: Mike Duffy, patron saint of the good ol’ days
- Day 6: Oversight in Canada’s Senate? There’s no such thing.
- Day 7: Plucking the wings off a visitor from fairyland
- Day 8: The Genie of Cavendish, raining contracts like manna
- Day 9: All the Senate’s a Hollywood soundstage
- Day 10: Ottawa stitches Canada together. Mike Duffy did his part.
- Day 11: The mysterious #duffytrial comes briefly into focus
- Day 12: Nicole Proulx muddies #duffytrial with clarity
- Day 13: Hubris in Courtroom 33. Wait, never mind, it’s gone…
- Day 14: The unfilmable drama: Duffy’s defence takes on a Senate staffer
- Day 15: Courtroom 33 isn’t just another Senate committee
- Day 16: A pox upon this unshakable, inexplicable Senate
- Day 17: A gothic novel plays out in Courtroom 33
- Day 18: Donald Bayne relishes the boredom of his stage
- Day 19: Snippets of human drama, portals into a great unwritten novel
- Day 20: The flare that snagged Donald Bayne
- Day 21: ‘Why not cover a real trial?’
- Day 22: An improper brand of magnanimity
- Day 23: A judge asks for busywork amid a Duffy trial standstill
- Day 24: A rogues’ gallery marches through an otherwise grey day
- Day 25: A father and son enliven the holy ghost of the Mike Duffy trial
- Day 26: The Mike Duffy Tour of Canada
- Day 27: The Mike Duffy trial stays too long at the fair
- Day 28: Mercer the Guileless takes the stand
- Day 29: A veteran assistant on the Hill: Duffy’s latest collateral damage?
- Day 30: How to get bills paid on Parliament Hill