I am in shock. I went to My Girl's trial yesterday, where she was up in front of a lay bench. The senior magistrate looked like this
(Naturally we had an extended lunch break)
My Girl was gorgeous and brave and articulate. She had a tiny waist. Her character witnesses were articulate and some of them were posh (Queen Victoria's great, great, great granddaughter). All testified to her pathological honesty and gentleness.
Three officers gave evidence. This consisted of describing their fears of the "angry mob", the like of which they had never encountered in 18 years of policing demonstrations. Only one of them had seen Calfy, one of two "evidence gatherer's" or professional police witnesses as I prefer to call them. He couldn't say that he had seen her do anything frightening. They showed some footage of her not being scary or aggressive and the crowd being lively but not attempting to penetrate police lines (they didn't try). They showed footage of her insisting to fellow demonstrators that the protest was peaceful (a response to stuff being thrown at the police).
She has yet to be sentenced, probably community service and a tag, screwing up more of her choices, both immediate and for life in general. Now she is convicted of a violent crime it is unlikely she will ever get to work with children, a particular gift she has.
To find her guilty the magistrates had to be convinced that she had lied to them under oath. I am still spinning in disbelief.
Her post on it is here