Buy truth and do not sell it – wisdom, instruction and insight as well. Proverbs 23:23
With pictorial evidence like this in existence before the trial, how does an experienced attorney come to the conclusion that their best and only strategy lies in saying “it was him” in opening remarks?
I don’t understand it.
I will never understand it.
(The picture above has been removed for unknown reasons. It must have been more significant than I knew.)
While writing the previous post, when it came to this picture, I had an odd feeling which I confess I dismissed. I shouldn’t have. Not that this picture does not also speak to Dzhokhar’s innocence. It does. However, not for the reasons presented by Scott Creighton. Sorry Scott.
Look at the color – again.
It matters not whether this bag is being carried at an angle because this is not Dzhokhar’s bag. It matters not that this bag is not touching the ground because this is not Dzhokhar’s bag. It matters not that the prosecution used this photo as their “evidence” of Dzhokhar setting down the backpack that contained the second bomb because this is not a light gray bag with black trim. This is not Dzhokhar’s bag.
I am thankful to a supporter for pointing this out to me and feeling a bit chagrined at my decision to initially ignore what my own eyes were telling me. This is another example of photoshopping. The wrong color backpack has been inserted.
Not only is the color of the bag wrong but its placement in the picture cuts into the legs of the two girls standing in front of Dzhokhar. With people lining the barricade in front of him, the portions of this backpack that are clearly visible in the picture simply would not be if this was an undoctored image.
The defense tried to submit some photos into evidence in the guilt phase of the trial. They were denied. The judge never attempted to hide his bias, it was evident in the majority of his rulings.
But do you remember how dramatic, how intense it was when the defense surprised the prosecution with those photos? I certainly do. In the end, we were left to wonder what they could have been.
The photos from my last two blog posts so clearly exonerate Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, I am wondering now if this was the missing link the defense tried and failed to present in the guilt phase. If these photos are one and the same, we need more than one trial to clear this up.
We need a trial to acquit Dzhokhar. We need a trial for prosecutorial misconduct. The prosecution had a legal obligation to hand over any exculpatory evidence. What they did instead was manipulate that evidence with photoshop until they believed it no longer existed. And Judge O’Toole, if he clearly saw both sets of photos and denied admission of the originals, needs to be removed from the bench by whatever process that is done.
I can’t end this post without also bringing this up:
What could make an experienced and compassionate attorney do so poor a job? Why would they choose to leave so many cards unplayed?
Is fear that powerful?
Yes it is.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: Your secrets have power over you. They make you vulnerable. I have determined not to have any. That’s why the FBI would never be able to control me.
I care not that people find out I was a less-than-perfect mother; my child loves me. I care not that people find out I was a less-than-perfect employee; I did the best I could at the time. I care not that people find out the failures of my past. I have learned and grown from each and every one of them. In fact, many of them became topics in this blog with the hope that others could learn from them as well.
All that I have, all that I love I have put in God’s hands. If someone were to threaten my child, I would tell them they will have to go through my God to get to her.
Job said “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” Job 13:15
I agree. There’s not much an enemy can do to someone with that attitude.
Somewhere out there is an attorney that has this belief, this fire in them. God will bring them on the scene when He is ready. Until that time, I will be here blogging no matter how many or how few read my words.
My love for Dzhokhar and my love for truth compel me.