Judge Peter Boshier says –

the noisy protests amount to a “personal vendetta by individuals who do not respect the legitimacy of the court”.

There is a name for a court which by definition perverts legal procedure and most would be familiar with the term Kangaroo court. You may be less familiar with the term Palm Tree Justice — a phrase used to describe the concept of Justice without principle, but according to expediency. History has left other equally unacceptable courts, with suitable titles, which describe the tendency of their ideological nature, and their tragic outcomes, which often involves the death or disappearance of those subjected to its jurisdiction.
It may be less obvious to many, amid the projections of a seemingly idyllic society; however it is the latter category, into which the New Zealand family court has evolved.
Confirmed by the editor of the Dominion Newspaper, recently when he said,

But while men continue to beat up or kill their wives and girlfriends, the court’s judges are, from time to time, obliged to rule that mum should have primary custody and make an order telling her husband or boyfriend to stay away.

Sympathy for what will become histories greatest crusade of banner and cause. As the quiet confrontation of gender superiority, raises a mounting death toll, we have yet to accept that under the banner of women’s rights and in the name of domestic violence, there has been a ruthless crusade against fatherhood, a crusade which without protest would see fatherhood hunted to extinction.
The Moa Court, you say isn’t evidenced by a gulag, or a mass grave. Really? The subtle nature of feminism saw no need of such instruments. There were already prisons, and grave yards, in which those casualties might remain obscure.
Fop every domestic murder there are numerable suicides and deaths, for which this court accepts no responsibility, and all those deaths, not just the consequence of a ruthless regime, but of every sympathizer who lives the lie.

The Moa Court, another roller coaster, out of control, another tragedy, yet to be told, and another reality for us to face up to, or are we going to be typically human again.
You may run Mr Boshier, from the mass grave of male suicide, but when the light of day finds its way into your court room, it may be the only place left for you to hide.