AFTER MY TRIAL 2009.
I’m sitting in my cell trying to understand the law. How the fuck could I have been found guilty of a crime where there was no evidence. I had to find out how and why. I plagued the prison librarian into letting me have the law book ‘Archbold’ in my cell. The book around 3000 pages stared back at me in defiance. Go on then dummy open me up. I made a cup of tea.
Not knowing what the fuck I was looking for was daunting, I started at page 1. What does ‘mens rea’ mean I asked my cell mate. He sniggered, fuck knows he responded. You need to go and see some guy several cells up from me. He knows the law. He’s in for murder and other stuff, killed his cell mate because he didn’t like him. Oh, great I said.
I gingerly knocked on the cell door, come in came a voice. What can I do for you he asked. I’ve just got Archbold from the library and I’m stuck on some Latin words. He explained ‘mens rea’ and we discussed the sex offences laws in some detail. Go and get your cup and I’ll make us a drink, I have something to tell you. Off I went and got my cup.
He said, trials are a game where the clever win and the stupid lose. OK I said, feeling stupid. I’d met a woman (I will call Mary) who I briefly knew, he said. We had a mid-day coffee and everything was amicable. She gave me her telephone number and asked me to call her, which I did early that evening.
A couple of hours later the police came knocking on my door. They said I had made an obscene phone call to Mary. I told the police I had called her but the call was not obscene. I was eventually charge with the crime of sexual harassment. The trial came and I met with my brief. What I didn’t tell him that I had a document in my pocket. During the trial I waited, he said, for the right moment, witness giving testimony, jury listening, along with the judge to Marys hair raising account, which was in great detail .
I stood up and loudly asked, waving the document I’d had in my pocket “if the telephone conversation was obscene why did it last 20 minutes.” The document was the telephone records.
I knew having admitted to making the phone call no one would check the phone records. This was all I needed to prove innocence.
The judge went ape-shit screaming for me to shut up and sit down. I was then acquitted!
Trials are a game with the cards stacked against the defendant. Any defence evidence will be changed by the prosecution, allowed by the judge (dates etc) to fit the false narrative.