I keep hearing about this miscarriage of justice, well let me tell you about a real miscarriage of justice that has shaped my entire adult life.
Several years ago when I moved out of my house(I being the sceond youngest but last to leave of 5) my father started to have the signs of “empty nest” syndrome, being that my mother died many years earlier in a terrible accident* that im not even going in to. When my brother started dating a girl with a young daughter then got deployed, my father brought her into his home free of any rents or food costs. He took care of her daughter more than she ever did, but with money bags in her eyes, she went to the police and told them my 72 year old father (going though severe medical complications**barely able to walk, failing kidnies, neuropathy of the feet, glacoma etc) Raped her daughter.
In court there was no physical evidence, no dna, no proof of internal damage to the 3 year old, no consistency in testimony, logical fallacies galore, blatant lies, and improbable cause.
Long story short(after two years of court cases and legal tie ups) my father sits in jail for the rest of his foreseeable life because some cunt named Jessica wanted the money he spent his entire adult life amassing for his children. My family was torn apart. I was hospitalized for some time with severe depression and panic attacks, and after such a time, my desire to be a criminal psychologist multiplied ten fold. Now I look at every case with skepticism. I never just look at the popular consensus.
Now that, is a miscarriage of justice. A man who was incapable of rape was convicted of rape with nothing except the testimony of a 3 and a half year old and her mother because “there are never fake allegations when it comes to rape”
So fuck you with your miscarriage of justice and don’t fucking tell me the painted story of a
“little boy walking down the street gunned down by a racist murderer"
Don’t say that bullshit to me, because I will cut a bitch.
*I appologize for this long emotional (for me anyway) rant. Its the holidays This was my fathers favorite time of the year and it’s hard for me tonight. I’m probably not going to get any sleep, and now chris needs to watch me just in case, im going to go take a shower.*