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Hedley Thomas (0:05)
My name is Hedley Thomas. Sick to Death is based on my book of the same name, and it's the true story of Dr. Jayant Patel's lies and manipulation and the herculean effort it took to finally stop him. We've used voice actors throughout this series and on occasion the real people from the story have read their words for us. It is brought to you by me and the Australian. Chapter 33 nagging doubts good Friday 25 march 2005. I sat at my desk on Friday afternoon and contemplated the imminent start of a week's holiday, a visit to my parents in law in Mackay and a family camping expedition at Hook island farther north. As the Friday afternoon wound down and my colleagues headed to the Jubilee Hotel for a few drinks in the Journalists Bar in Brisbane, I remained troubled by Rob Messenger's revelations in state parliament three days earlier. A yellow A4 sized envelope from Tony Hoffman, who had followed through on my request of months earlier to send documentary evidence supporting her concerns, was still gathering dust on my desk. It contained copies of the statements that Rob messenger had tabled on 22nd and 23rd March on a petition erected at my desk to give colleague Craig Johnston and myself some privacy as we cajoled and flattered our contacts. I had months earlier pinned a list of stories I wanted to write. My most recent scrawl was Overseas trained doctors. The ticking time bomb I wanted to launch again into an issue that had alarmed me when I wrote about it in November 2003. At the time it went nowhere, but the time bomb had been ticking for some time now. Had messenger spedded up? I was also troubled on Friday afternoon because I had not found time to investigate the statements in the yellow envelope sent by Hoffman in late February. The clues to Jayant Patel's negligence fell between the cracks in my determination to prove myself. After two costly legal actions brought separately in 2004 by men who believed they had been unfairly injured by my reporting, I aggressively pursued a couple of big stories in early 2005. The major one explored the circumstances surrounding a Crime and Misconduct Commission investigation into an alleged bribery attempt by Peter Beattie, the premier of Queensland of an impoverished aboriginal community on Palm island near Townsville. Beattie, who faced a prison term if found guilty, was severely rattled by the scandal. He was livid with me for reporting that he had been tape recorded while making the bribery pitch, which was the waiver of an $800,000 debt in return for a public truce with the community's indigenous leaders. Peter Beattie had sought their smiles, handshakes and a cessation of all hostilities. If they agreed, he would gain political kudos in front of a media throng which had arrived on the island. The bait was the cash. When the scandal broke, it threatened not just his career, but also his freedom. After the revelation about the tape recorder was published with Beattie's comments, which a reliable source had provided to me, the Premier faced immense pressure in in State Parliament. Under relentless questioning by the opposition, he admitted that he had made the comments attributed to him. Subsequent investigations by the Crime and Misconduct Commission showed, however, that the tape was blank. The tape recording machine had malfunctioned. The comments which had been provided to me and reported were based on a detailed written file note made by the lawyers who heard Beatty. The Premier, who had adopted the potentially incriminating comments as entirely accurate on the basis that there was a tape recording, was furious. He felt that he had been tricked by my sources into admitting the truthfulness of a conversation which could amount to a bribe. My contacts and my personal loathing of the government's hideous addiction to secrecy delivered another scoop as the dust settled on Beattie's problem. It came in the form of Kathy Taylor, a bureaucrat from Beattie's inner circle who was appointed as the Freedom of Information Commissioner. Taylor lacked qualifications for the job and she had failed to even make the shortlist until the intervention of Beattie's top public servant, Leo Kelleher, on the selection panel. Happily for Kathy Taylor, one of her referees was also Leo Kelleher. One of Taylor's first decisions as the Commissioner was to sack Greg Sorensen, the deputy and one of the most experienced FOI officers in Australia. Greg Sorensen had angered the Beatty government for being too open with public information. Kathy Taylor's elevation and Greg Sorensen's ousting appalled even some of Beattie's backers. The Premier had sent a message that the secrecy would become worse. As I developed this story of ugly opportunism. The yellow envelope lay dormant. In early March, before Rob Messenger's outpouring, I had fired up my reporting colleague and friend Michael McKenna, to join me in investigating the contents of Hoffman's envelope. Mickey, are you up for a trip to Bundaberg? I. I asked Michael, who was back from leave after reporting on the death and destruction in Sri Lanka following the Asian tsunami. McKenna, whose father was a prominent and highly respected pathologist before retiring, had also written about concerns over the screening of overseas trained doctors. He understood the issues, but until Rob messenger stood up, the other big stories had devoured our attention now. On the afternoon of Good Friday, my plan was to take Hoffman's Bundaberg Hospital material to Mackay to show my father in law, Dr. Ian Mathewson, a retired GP. If Ian reckoned that the statements indicated potential wrongdoing, I would return to work ready to take the story further. My last task for the day involved emailing Tony Hoffman. I wanted to buy some time by assuring her that I remained keenly interested. I wrote Dear Tony, I've been following with interest the revelations in State Parliament through your local member, Mr. Messenger. I've got your statements and I'm aware that the whole story is yet to be told. I'm hoping to be able to come up to investigate a lot of the issues and speak to you confidentially and some of the other nurses, doctors, patients and their families in April. Would you be able to assist? I'll be away next week. Regards, Hedley Thomas Hoffman, worried sick and feeling increasingly isolated at her home in Bundaberg, replied a few days later.
