Breaker Morant Monologue: Major Bolton
English Monologue
Major Bolton
Introduction:
Sitting at home, London in the winter of the year, 1902. It is mid night, he is sitting at home alone with a glass of whisky in his hand. It has been two weeks since the prosecution of Lt. Morant and Lt. Handcock, Major Bolton is reflecting the case and in deep regret. Major Bolton is represented as a kind man that did not want to be chosen for this case and hates the British Empire. He thinks that the Bushveldt Carbineer’s are innocent and that the whole case is a disgrace to England and the Queen.
My Father was probably the entire reason for becoming a solicitor. He used to say that if you worked hard and pulled your sleeves in life you would have possession of a good life and fortune. So I spent many years studying, passing the bar and doing just that. While his words have served me well the idea of duty (doing ones duty for country and war) seems harsh and I feel somewhat unprepared for what I have done and for the future in the name of law.
It all began most recently when I was asked to prosecute a case for the crown, involving Lieutenant Harry Morant and the whole British Empire. Lieutenant Harry Morant was charged for the killing of the Boer prisoners. He claimed that Sir Lord Kitchener had ordered him to leave no prisoners alive. Harry was known as a fantastic poet and horse breaker hence the name “breaker” Morant. However war is a terrible teacher where good men are asked to do unspeakable things. This case offers another pit fall. Sir, Breaker Morant in any other situation would be seen as a good soldier. What I don’t understand is how can those in trusted with defending the crown be sentenced to death for killing when their job is to kill, It doesn’t make sense. I felt ashamed of myself during the trial, prosecuting innocent men, It made me want to throw up. Also knowing that no matter what evidence the defence gave, in the end Lord Kitchener would have the final say. Even if I was for or against the
Major Bolton
Introduction:
Sitting at home, London in the winter of the year, 1902. It is mid night, he is sitting at home alone with a glass of whisky in his hand. It has been two weeks since the prosecution of Lt. Morant and Lt. Handcock, Major Bolton is reflecting the case and in deep regret. Major Bolton is represented as a kind man that did not want to be chosen for this case and hates the British Empire. He thinks that the Bushveldt Carbineer’s are innocent and that the whole case is a disgrace to England and the Queen.
My Father was probably the entire reason for becoming a solicitor. He used to say that if you worked hard and pulled your sleeves in life you would have possession of a good life and fortune. So I spent many years studying, passing the bar and doing just that. While his words have served me well the idea of duty (doing ones duty for country and war) seems harsh and I feel somewhat unprepared for what I have done and for the future in the name of law.
It all began most recently when I was asked to prosecute a case for the crown, involving Lieutenant Harry Morant and the whole British Empire. Lieutenant Harry Morant was charged for the killing of the Boer prisoners. He claimed that Sir Lord Kitchener had ordered him to leave no prisoners alive. Harry was known as a fantastic poet and horse breaker hence the name “breaker” Morant. However war is a terrible teacher where good men are asked to do unspeakable things. This case offers another pit fall. Sir, Breaker Morant in any other situation would be seen as a good soldier. What I don’t understand is how can those in trusted with defending the crown be sentenced to death for killing when their job is to kill, It doesn’t make sense. I felt ashamed of myself during the trial, prosecuting innocent men, It made me want to throw up. Also knowing that no matter what evidence the defence gave, in the end Lord Kitchener would have the final say. Even if I was for or against the