ALBANIAN ANNIVERSARY WALTZ TURNS OUT TO BE A GOOSESTEP

Today I find myself in slight shock. Not due to the determination from Immigration Judge Morrison which states that my daughter’s husband Besmir may not join her in this country. That was always a possibility as we hurtle towards a Britain tinier than Little in its global outlook.
It is the appalling structure of his case for doing so. It is the incompetent legal representation provided by the Immigration Advisory Service and regrettably in person, by Shereen Shafaatullia.
When she phoned us 15 minutes after the hearing to apologies for “forgetting” about a recent legal change which meant that my wife and I could have given evidence in support of the application. We submitted a witness statement but the flexibility of appearing in person would have allowed a more clearly stated case to be made.
This “oversight” is with hindsight unforgivable.
In the determination Judge Morrison states “Mr & Mrs Somerville did not give evidence although I was told they were present at the hearing centre but felt too nervous to give evidence.”
I have been in the broadcast business my entire life and was being represented as “too nervous” to speak to this man. Unbelievable.
More important and central to proceedings is that Morrison focused on the fact that Besmir did not disclose the fact that he, like every other Albanian in the Greek islands, was working illegally when they met in May 2007. Well he did not until September after they lived and worked together as it was NOT RELEVANT to their relationship.
Only when they contemplated a future outside of Greece did it become so, and he was honest and forthright in declaring a possible impediment to that. Central to Judge Morrison’s decision was the fact that in his view this was tantamount to deception.
To what end, exactly? Deception implies personal gain by fraudulent means, and this clearly has not been the case.
He also questioned Bes’ intentions and lack of input to the hearing. If he was living in Albania with barely two potatoes to rub together, Judge Morrison might have found it difficult to input into a legal process in Western Europe. Living in Edinburgh’s legal circles is more than a million miles away, metaphorically speaking.
He had after all endured a wilfully misleading interview process at the Embassy in Tirana, involving a 10 hour round trip. That appears to be demonstrating commitment.
“The final factor which led to my conclusion is that I am concerned about the content of the email in the appellant’s bundle.”
It is hardly surprising that the Judge toils to comprehend the language spoken by young people in texting and emailing one another.
On 15th January he states incredulously that the message read “hi hun can you please call me when you can. Love you.”
Apparently this suggests to the judiciary that the appellant does not regard the relationship “as being genuine and subsisting.”
Really. Come to my house and see how your absurd ruling has reduced my daughter to emotional rubble. You hopelessly detached prick.
Et des boyaux du dernier prêtre, Serrons le cou du dernier roi.