The Australian drone-flying documentary maker James Ricketson is still banged up in the awful Prey Sar jail on the outskirts of Phnom Penh, accused of “foreign spying ” in an unspecified manner and for an unspecified country.
Gadfly has known Ricketson since school days and there is not the remotest possibility he could be or would be a spy for anyone, unless the spooks are doing a very cunning line in bleeding-heart dogooders. Until his incarceration he was a regular at the Whale Beach cafe where he could be seen furiously bashing away at his laptop.
Foreign minister Julie Bishop has just made a late entry into the case with a communication to the Cambodian regime that it would be nice if relations were not strained.
Cambodia is the same country that Australia essentially bribed with a $40 million aid package and another
$15 million allocated for resettlement of detainees from Nauru. A fraction of the resettlement money was spent because a grand total of two refugees, as of a year ago, were still in the country, and one was saying he’d leave if he could. Another triumph from the failed travel agent
Scott Morrison as immigration minister.
You’d think something could have been done earlier to rescue Ricketson from the grip of the Cambodian “justice”
system. After all, he is the grandson of the great stockbroker Staniforth Ricketson, direct descendant of J. B. Were, friend to Pig Iron Bob and financial adviser to Liberals the length and breadth of Collins Street.
Where are Goosebumps Cater and the Menzies “Research” Centre when you need them?