Every one of them laughed. It was unsettling, frightening, saddening. I had called no less than five friends and associates asking if they knew of a judge in California who was honest. We needed one to prevent the assassination of Clive Boustred in Santa Cruz.
California is a big state and for most Americans, as for Clive, justice has become little more than a distant dream. Courts today are a tool used to fleece us, not weigh the truth.
We were even then hammering the sheriff's office and calling the media to prevent yet another judicially sponsored murder attempt. They had tried it several times before; the first time in 200 3 , using just the same kind of bogus set up.
Clive Boustred, a leading entrepreneur in Silicon Valley was returning home from the court house in Santa Cruz. He had taken out a restraining order against his former wife, Anamaria. Anamaria had started a sexual relationship with Boustred's executive assistant, Steffan Tichatschke, in 2001 . Boustred learned of his wife's infidelity from their young son, who Anamaria took with her on one of her sexual encounters. Stuffed in a closet with chocolate chip cookies and told to, “be quiet,” the boy later told his father what he had seen and heard, the splotches of chocolate still smeared across his small face.
A custody agreement, negotiated between Boustred and Anamaria through Dr. Melissa Berenge of Santa Cruz's Family Law Division, recommended that because of Anamaria's emotional instability, which was resulting in suicide threats, the two small boys spend all nights with Boustred except for one night on the weekend. The two boys continued to live with their father, their usual caretaker from birth, for eight months until that arrangement was interrupted by the first attempt to kill Boustred. His two sons, also in the car, witnessed the event.
The murder attempt in 200 3 took place in the driveway of the multimillion dollar home, located in the mountains in back of Soquel. The only thing that kept Boustred alive beyond the first shot fired through his car was that the deputy in charge of the attempt noticed neighbors watching. They had planned the killing to take place out of sight, at the end of the driveway and not in front of the garage door where the elevation made their actions clearly visible to those neighbors.
The issue today is money. Boustred's home, paid for by his father and in which Anamaria was angered to discover she would have no interest, is worth millions of dollars. Sitting on 19 acres of redwood forest it has been featured on the cover of magazines more than once. It is worth stealing and the judges in Santa Cruz are arguably one of the most corrupt court system in America. Boustred has proven a tough nut to crack. Determined to defend his rights he has filed charges against every one involved in what doubtless looked like an easy steal. The list includes Judge Samuel S. Stevens, Judge Michael E. Barton, Judge Robert B. Atack, Judge Phyllis J. Hamilton, Judge William M. Kelsay, and Commissioner Irwin Joseph. The one honest judge died mysteriously just a week before hearing the Boustred case.
Dishonest people in positions of power, like bad money, force out the good. There are limits to what decent people will do; there are no limits for those fired with greed and blind to honor and decency. Those who refuse to go along with the program find themselves pushed out.