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Hi there I have set up a union for Criminal Lawyers which will be called the Defence Lawyers Union or DLU. It is up and running. I am taking responsibility for it initially until I can get some other members on board. Membership is free.  If you want to join just email me your details on acquit@xtra.co.nz. The purpose of it is solely to represent the interests of those lawyers who represent criminal defendants in Court.  I am specially hoping to join up with migrant criminal lawyers and indigenous lawyers as well. I would like the union to be as inclusive as possible. This union should appeal to criminal lawyers who are tired of being treated like dirt by Courts, Police, Court Staff, legal services agency, other government agencies, prison authorities etc. The Union has been set up primaryily as a response to the fascist like targetting of criminal lawyers by the present government, the lack of interest and support from the New Zealand Law Society and the fact that they are dinosaurs who are really only interested in their own legal careers, the lack of support for the families of criminal advocates and many other reasons. I look forward to meeting those of you who join me. Remember there is no need to be frightened and defensive about the fact that you spend your days trying to help people who really need it.

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