This is a collection of my writing and correspondence with a few bits of poetry and random thoughts mixed in. I started this blog after learning that some of my letters had an uplifting quality. In the pages of this blog you will find my real life trials and tribulations, the nature of what I think is truth, and the dust and grit of my real life.
Showing posts with label court. Show all posts
Showing posts with label court. Show all posts
Sunday, November 11, 2018
Friday, April 15, 2016
The Second Day
4th
June 2014
Dear Cassi,
My second day on the witness stand was much like
my first. I arrived an hour early and waited only to be told that the court was
experiencing delays. I was set to take the stand at 10:30 in the morning then
told I was excused until eleven fifteen. At eleven fifteen I was told they were
letting us out for lunch and I would be off until one in the evening.
There was a shop on the same floor as my case, and
I stopped in there to get lunch, a turkey sandwich and naked juice, only to
keep my body going under the stress. It was a labor to get that sandwich down
and the last inch found its way into the trash.
I took the stand and found long the time of my
interrogations. When the attorney for
the defense was done with me the attorney for the prosecution came at me again,
and then when I left of the stand they said I had to wait outside until the
trial was over.
In the hallways the policeman, being one of two
who responded that day and having to then appear as witness, thanked me for
attending court. He said that most would file a report but few would come and
back it up with an appearance. He said
that he was surprised at how long I took questioning and that most were only on
the stand for a few minutes.
It was my prerogative to tell the man that this
case was the people verses and so it was my duty to attend and give honest
testimony. We talked over varying points making some effort to amuse ourselves
while the trial when on without us. The policeman said that the defendant would
likely never take the stand as she would incriminate herself.
When it was all over the DA came out and said we
could go home. The Jury would give a verdict, and I would know I did my duty. I
went home that night hoping this would never happen again.
Stay safe, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
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