It is with great sadness – and shock – that
I learnt this morning of the sudden death of my mate Ron Hinds.
I am told that Ron, the principal of Hinds
Lawyers in Walker Street, collapsed in his office this morning and despite
desperate efforts to assist him, he died soon afterwards.
Ron, who was 54, underwent open-heart
surgery last year, but he never let that slow him down or dim his generous
nature and willingness to take the fight forward for his wide cross section of
clients.
Indeed, Ron wore his heart on his sleeve
when it came to his clients, many of whom he represented for no fee, explaining
‘Well, someone’s got to look after them’. Although universally respected and
liked by those who knew him, it is fair to say that if any group was irritated and
sometimes openly annoyed with Ron, it was the magistrates before whom he
appeared – Ron was famous for not taking a backward step on behalf of those he
represented, sometimes sailing close to the judicial wind when it came to his
uncompromising advocacy. And that’s all to his credit, as far as I’m concerned.
I reckon many a magistrate will be just as sad at as anyone with this news …
Ron certainly livened up their sometimes humdrum days for them.
The tradition of Friday night social drinks
at Ron’s offices opposite the courthouse attracted one of the most diverse
crowds to gather in Townsville, truly a cross section of the good, the bad, the
ugly, former clients, the rich and the poor alike, with many of his fellow
professionals dropping by as well just plain old friends. These nights always featured lively conversation,
lots of legal tall tales and constant laughter. To my knowledge, there was nary
a cross word on any occasion, and these regular get-togethers never degenerated
into mindless drink-a-thons, everyone was too busy with happy socializing.
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Ron with his friend Carole Hart, with whom he swapped art. |
Ron, who was proudly indigenous, was a
gentle, shambling ‘bear of a man’ and he came late to the law. He drove cabs in
Townsville to put himself through law school – and even doing that, he
frequently displayed that generosity of spirit, picking up friends in his
mini-van taxi and refusing payment because they were his friends, and just as
often, letting off the needy who couldn’t pay, which he usually did without
anger and with his trademark understanding.
It is sadly ironic that Ron paid his way
into the law by driving, but his surgery last year put an end to his driving,
including long, regular hauls out west Mt Isa and Doomagee. That task over the
past year had fallen to his close mate and professional colleague, barrister
Mark ‘Sludge’ Donnelly, to whom I offer my sincere condolences.
So many people from so many walks of life
will miss Ron – I certainly will - but we will be all happy to know that we
shared in a life so well spent.
Vale, Ron.