Sam Cohen of IHRB was in court on Tuesday 29 September 2015, after being charged for speeding. Representing himself, Mr Cohen attended Court 3 at 9:30 am where Magistrate Quinn noted that Mr Cohen wished to plead guilty. Mr Cohen corrected that by saying that he ‘had a small explanation to go with that’.
Dressed in his famous mid-grey suit over the pale green shirt, Mr Cohen was not wearing a tie. It goes without saying that he arrived wearing his lifeless wig. As for the four Liberace-style glittering rings: they were replaced by only one wedding band. That would prove important to his case, because Mr Cohen said that he was speeding because on the day in question, he was filling out some papers for his wife, and he was concerned about her because she suffered from dementia. He said that he was rushing around and did not realise he was speeding because he was stressed and was not concentrating, wanting to return home to take care of his wife.
In he walked with his black, hard-shell briefcase which he opened during the initial hearing to remove some papers that were tucked underneath his jacket. Those papers were his attempt at proving that his wife was an invalid, and that he was the carer. All of a sudden, his whole life cantered around him being a carer. No mention of any trips in the car to partake in gambling or other sporting activities about which he had hitherto boasted, proclaiming that his strong libido was surged thanks to the special Saw Palmetto tablets which he was both selling and consuming. During his sales pitch, Mr Cohen would point to his groin and say that the (completely useless) tablets were great for hair growth and for ‘down there’.
Attending punctually, Mr Cohen entered the Court the moment it opened, and sat in the front row. When he was called-up at the initial Mention, Mr Cohen donned his glasses and kept them on for the entire Court visit. From Court 3, he was sent to Court 5 where his case was at 11:25 am by Magistrate Schirr who reviewed Mr Cohen’s papers and then asked him for an explanation.
Mr Cohen stated that he was a carer for a dementia patient (his wife whom we saw sitting outside his Leichhardt home in July 2014 when the Health Care Complaints Commission raided his office). We omitted showing you any of that footage and photos, only out of respect for his poor suffering wife. Extending that respect once more, we will not show you her photos. From what his former friends and employees have told me about Mr Cohen’s domestic situation, I feel a deep sense of sorrow for the woman; so we will not expose here her.
Leaning on the fact that he is a carer, Mr Cohen was able to garner the sympathy from the Magistrate who took pity on him and dismissed the charge and told him that he was free to go. Not quite believing what he had heard, Mr Cohen turned to the person next to him and asked for a confirmation. That person said, ‘Yes, she dismissed the fine, and a conviction would not be recorded.’
Smiling to himself, Mr Cohen walked out of the court, identifiable by his signature limp.
All this raises more questions about Mr Cohen. Why could he not just pay the fine? Why was he crying poor, when his home (according to him) is worth $1.3 million, not counting the antiques he boasts in his collection. Why did the matter have to go to court? Yet again, Mr Cohen turns to the courts when he needs help. Whereas, when his victims are fleeced out of $12,000, he has the temerity to obfuscate justice.