I saw a hawk glide across the sky this morning. Where are my boys at?! It is hard to sit and wait for all the fraudulent fabrications from the case to be properly addressed. I spend a lot of time thinking about how the trial was not about the truth but about selecting some information, taking it out of context and suggesting to the jury what the prosecutions imagination hoped was true. It never really left the investigatory stage before the prosecution got involved, but instead of following facts they married themselves to rumor and gossip. What happens when a prosecution and its investigatory counterparts change evidence and testimony after the original facts were collected? It cripples a defendants ability to acquire help. The damage is really pervasive to everything. Righting this wrong is not just a matter of time lost and all the inconvenience. The harm to my children will be permanent. They will be different people for the rest of their grandchildren-not-yet-born's lives. All for the convenience and negligent satisfactions of some corrupt authorities. Even worse, I cannot tell people what isn't true or it may ruin my chance for an appeal. History, once written, in many ways is impossible to correct. Against the difficulty of changing peoples minds after first impressions are wrong, and the inclination for people to believe what they want to believe and how that somehow supersedes facts, it is all irreversible damage in so many ways.
When I read books or watch movies now, certain quotes tend to catch my attention. The latest quote: "There are none so blind as do not wish to see." I wish that quote continued about what people will do to convince people they are right by sacrificing integrity. One of the scariest moments in the trial was the judge smiling while talking about how he doesn't worry about what the appellate court thinks of his decisions. To me it sounded like his admitting the case was foul but he was going to do his part to help the District Attorneys office secure a wrongful conviction. Especially after numerous decisions that indicated that interest as well as his reiteration of a quote that he got from a judge who was his neighbor when he was young. I don't remember exactly, but: "The brain cannot absorb what the seat cannot endure." So when he let the prosecution exhaust the two week plan, including a snow day where it barely snowed at all, and an afternoon off for him to go with his wife to the doctor, and the defense witnesses are then unavailable to participate in the trial and the jurors are a week beyond expectation, it really presses a finger on those scales of justice. Perhaps the blindfold on the woman that holds the scales of justice is tied by the judge so he can get away with that kind of stuff. A more complete history and record makes it obvious.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
aboutThese are the journal entries of Zachariah Anderson. All entries are originally handwritten by Zach and then transcribed on his behalf. Please note that occasional misspellings and grammar errors may be fixed during transcription for the sake of making the entries easier to read and sensitive information may be redacted. Archives
July 2024
|
© 2023 FreeZachariahAnderson. All rights reserved.