Did the Wrong Man Spend 40 Years in Solitary Confinement?

It is now only a matter of weeks, or days perhaps, before Herman Wallace dies of the liver cancer that is ravaging his body. He will likely die in prison, at age 72, without proper medical treatment, after spending nearly four decades in a 6’ by 9’ cell. He was placed in solitary confinement after being convicted in January 1974 of killing a prison guard at Louisiana’s notorious Angola prison. Wallace is black. The guard was white, and so was each member of the southern jury that convicted him.

The case against Wallace was pitifully weak when it was presented to that jury; some of the constitutional infirmities at trial were almost farcical. But over the years the courts of that state, along with Congress and the federal courts, have constructed a mighty wall protecting that jury’s verdict. Layer upon layer of procedural protections has been built around it so that today, as Wallace nears death, it is easy to see the vast gulf that exists here between law and justice.

And that, ironically, may be the most important legacy Wallace leaves from his miserable time on this earth. A member of the famed “Angola 3,” Wallace in life has been a symbol of many different things to many different people. He has generated more than his share both of pity and scorn. In death, however, he will become a symbol of a justice system that too often prizes finality over accuracy, but without the candor or courage to actually say so. The law says that Herman Wallace got a fair trial. But we all can judge for ourselves what that really meant to a black inmate in Louisiana in 1974.

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The 7 Year Gap: Where was Miles Edgeworth?

The above is a question I’ve been pondering for ages, but before we get to that, let’s review the events that occurred between Phoenix’s disbarment and the end of the “Dark Age of Law”:

  1. Phoenix’s Disbarment Apr. 2019
    In which Phoenix is indicted for forgery of evidence and disbarred. He takes Trucy Gramarye in two weeks following his disbarment.

  2. UR-1 Incident Oct. 2020
    In which Metis Cykes is murdered and Prosecutor Simon Blackquill is indicted.

  3. 7 Year Gap Apr. 2019 - Apr. 2026
    The events of which are unknown.

  4. The Events of AJ:AA Apr. 2026 - Oct. 2026
    Involving the newly dubbed Wright Anything Agency.

  5. First Use of the Jurist System Oct. 2026
    Involving the trial of the murder of Drew Misham.

  6. Phoenix Regains his Badge Around Jul. 2027
    A little before Turnabout Reclaimed, the DLC case with the killer whale.

  7. Athena Joins the W.A.A. Apr. 2027
    She arrives during the events of the Monstrous Turnabout from the airport.

  8. The Main Events of Dual Destinies (Excluding DLC) Starting Dec. 2027
    Starting from Turnabout Countdown

Now that those are down, on to the analysis!

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anonymous asked:

(1) Dear Amber: The longer you drag this out, the worse it looks for you. Because it gives people like me, people who never gave you a second thought before, longer to observe your behavior. And this is what we've observed. Regarding your golddigger image, this arises from the extortion letter you sent to Depp before you went to the press claiming abuse. It also arose from your attempt to profit upwards of $30 million from a 15-month marriage.

cont… Oh, and your trying to snag three penthouses, Depp’s range rover, and a nice little monthly allowance of $50K. You then tried to cast off the golddigger image by pretending you were gonna give your final divorce settlement to charity. Depp offered to donate directly to the charities, and you flipped out, because of course you really wanted to get your OWN hands on that money. And here we are, eight months later. The woman who always claimed it was never about the money is still arguing about the money. The same woman slinking around with the billionaire Elon Musk. (watch your wallet, Musk.) Unfortunately for you, Amber, this is one of many aspects of your story that lacks credibility. Even your stans must be puzzled at this point. You got a temporary restraining order against Depp in May because you claimed you feared for your safety. Yet you refused to move out of his three penthouses or to relinquish his vehicle. You refused to cooperate with the LAPD who showed up at your doorstep to check on your welfare. You goaded Depp in the press all summer with a vicious smear campaign. And over the past fews months, you have been harassing him to meet with you in person to exchange belongings. When that didn’t work, you used the court system to try to force him to attend Friday’s hearing – when Depp refused, because this was/is a bizarre and totally unnecessary request, you went to the press to continue to pressure and humiliate him. You are not afraid of Johnny Depp, Amber. You are, in actuality, a bully.

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“Prince..?” I called as I entered the lighthouse home. I looked upstairs and saw Prince Andor’s armored body leaning against the wall by the bed. His eyes were closed, his brows furrowing in deep contemplation, until they both flickered open due to my admittedly loud steps on the stairs.

               “Captain?… Is that you?” Prince Andor asked, looking around. He then noticed me on the stairs and smiled.

               “The one and only,” I smiled back and continued up the stairs. He walked towards me upon reaching the last step.

               “Thank you for coming, Captain.” He greeted. I blushed at his emphasis on my title.

               “I’m not a Captain anymore, sadly.” I smiled, “Just a plain survivor now.”

               He mumbled something to himself as we led our conversation to the deeper end. “Again, I am deeply sorry for the Town Herald’s actions. But I have to commend you though, your sword-fighting skills are top-notch.”

               I blushed and laughed. “It’s alright. I’m just..used to a different court system. And thanks for the compliment, my Prince.”

               “You need not call me Prince, as calling me Andor will suffice,” he said, shrugging. I mouthed an A-OK and he began talking again. “Alright, before I tell you anything, I would like to ask, if you don’t mind: Do you worship any god in relation to Mianite?”

               I sat on the bed and answered, “Yes I do, actually. I worship a goddess named Ianite.”

               He looked startled and then a couple seconds followed, his face looked relieved. He talked as if he found a breakthrough discovery. “I may have found an ally in you, Captain.”

               “You don’t have to use the title… Call me Jordan,” I said. “What do you mean?”

               “I follow Ianite as well, she is my beloved goddess,” he replied.

               I felt joy beating out of my heart. Another Ianitee! “That’s fantastic!” I said, “I thought you worship Mianite.”

               “That is my father you are speaking about,” Andor said, but with a grim tone. “He despises Ianite and his brother, whose name should not be uttered in Dagrun, and in all of Ruxomar.”

               I spoke in a whisper, “..Dianite,” and raised my voice after. “Why despise Ianite?”

               “He blames her for not bringing justice fast enough to save my dying mother and sister.” Andor said.

               “I’m deeply sorry,” I said. Dark pasts, huh? Been there, done that. “But it’s highly likely…” I trailed off.

               He asked, “What?”

               “I’m trying to say, it was highly likely she was in her weakest then.” I said.

               “How would you know?” he said.

               “I..met her, once or twice from Mianite.” I replied.

               “Oh, wow!” Andor said in excitement. His face was like a child’s, innocent and eager. “What was she like?”

               “She was pretty and amazing. Mianite cared deeply for her.” I said.

               “You met Mianite as well?” he asked. I nodded and his expression became totally like a child.

               “As well as the other god your father despises.” I mumbled.

               “What was…” he began. He whispered, “Dianite like?”

               “He was a treacherous being who stole Ianite’s heart and almost put her to death.” I explained. “But now..never mind.” Would telling him about Tom be fruitful? Maybe later.

               “That would explain if she were in her weakest.” Andor concluded. “I am truly happy to have found another, another follower of Ianite.”

               I glanced over at the grandfather clock. “Oh, it’s almost dusk. Is that all for our conversation?”

               “No, there is one thing I want to discuss.” Andor declared. I opened my mouth to ask, but then he pressed his lips onto mine, and pushed me further onto the bed. I made resistance, but despite his petite stature compared to mine, he was a strong one. I melted into the kiss, and soon enough I was in his embrace.

               He lifted his mouth from mine and whispered, “Try not to tell my father about…the things we have discussed today, Jordan. I would not like it if you were…” he then spoke in a low tone. “..eradicated.”

               He saw my frightened look and realized what he’d said. “No, no..! I mean, escorted from Dagrun.” He continued kissing me. I replied by pushing him, but my resistance was like a housefly’s bite.”What’s…wrong, Jordan?”

               I was too dazed by his kisses to even answer; but my face lit up when a vortex of flames pushed Andor to the wall, and to the outside.

               The vortex died down, transforming into Tom Cassell. His eyes were as fierce as the time he purged Dianite.

               “I never said I liked sharing, Jordan.” Tom said, straining his arms to cast a fireball on Andor.

               I pulled out my Ianite relic from my pocket and passed my energy through it. I strained my arms towards Andor and casted a shield in front of him. Tom’s fireball disintegrated on the touch of my shield. Andor stood up and his shoulder-guard glowed, revealing a crystal embellishment in the center. The Scales of Justice pierced the violet light and immediately a bow materialized in Andor’s hands. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and poised it on the bow.

               “Syndicate, I am warning you. This is a Godly Relic.” Andor declared.

               “Of whom, I suppose?” Tom asked rhetorically. Of course he’s seen the Scales of Justice imprinted on the shoulder-guard.

               “Do not test me, Syndicate. As you’ve seen, this is the Bow of Ianite.” Andor said.

               “I’ve heard. Jordan had the same one.” Tom retorted. “You’re messing with the wrong person, Prince.”

               Andor stared at him.

               Tom then smiled and fires awakened on his body, appearing like runes cast on him like a tattoo. “Scratch that, you’re facing a god.”

Aiiiiight :)

Nothin’ like a good writing streak :D Anyways, all the information I used in this narrative was valid as of Jordan and Andor’s first official date–ahem!–conversation.

I turned Andor into a fine archer, to which I’ll post a nice portrait of him soon ;) 

anonymous asked:

Five months for a trial isn't really abnormal js We're a year soon enough and we're nowhere near still. Although I suppose the differences between our court systems (us/uk) probably fit in. Js. Not hating. Js.

1. It didn’t take 5 months for the grand jury to reach a decision. It took 97 days. Just a little over 3 months.

2. This wasn’t a trial. It took the grand jury 97 days to decide if there should even be a trial. 

The grand jury was only deciding “if there is probable cause to believe that [Darren] Wilson committed a crime, and if so, what charge.

The grand jury was NOT deciding whether or not Darren Wilson is guilty.

They were deciding whether Darren Wilson should be indicted, NOT convicted.

It took the grand jury 97 days to decide that Darren Wilson did not commit a crime, resulting in the non indictment.

3. Depending on the crime, 5 months may or may not be an unusually long time for a jury to reach a verdict during a TRIAL, but since that’s not what happened in Ferguson, let’s talk about how long it usually takes grand juries to reach a decision.

Kathi Alizadeh, one of the prosecutors, told the Ferguson grand jury, “Typically the grand jury will hear a whole case in a matter of maybe 15 minutes, but that’s not the case here”.

Hmmm, 15 minutes vs. 3 months. 

(More info on the grand jury can be found here.)

I normally refrain from posting anything political or commenting on current events/issues but...

The whole Casey Anthony thing is really bugging me. Not because I think she is guilty but because people seem so invested in and outraged by the decision for acquittal made by 12 jurors. 

I do not know all the facts (nor am I interested in finding them out), I did not sit in a courtroom and listen to all the evidence and testimony, and I therefore have no basis to pass my own judgement on a woman who is said to have murdered and abused her own child. The U.S. court system stands by the principle of “innocent until proven guilty,” and clearly 12 jurors took the careful consideration to decide there was not proof beyond a reasonable doubt that Casey Anthony is guilty.

Maybe she is guilty, maybe not. It is not a flaw in our court system if the prosecution cannot make a strong enough case and prove guilt of the charges someone is accused. The real flaw is within our media and our coverage of a trial that has no direct effect on the millions of people following it. There are much more pressing issues going on in the world today. Things we can control, things we have a say in, things we can change. I am deeply sorry for Caylee Anthony and her family, but the trial of her mother is simply high profile gossip to anyone not directly involved with the case. 

In the US court systems, mothers are always heavily favored in custody battles. Depending on the situation, that can be a good thing or a bad thing. What it does mean though is that fathers have work EXTRA HARD to keep their images squeaky clean.

A judge, or Branini’s attorney, could pull up all these pics of Louis out partying, hanging out with home girl, etc. etc. in a heartbeat and rule overwhelmingly in B’s favor.

The point isn’t whether there is a baby or a custody battle or any of that. The point is how this looks.


It’s not about the money, it’s a matter of principle! — Brown vs. Legal Foundation of Washington (2003)

When it comes to hiring an attorney it is not uncommon for the client to pay a retainer.  When this is done the client pays the money up front, but the attorney doesn’t get the money until his legal services are concluded.  In the meantime the money is deposited in a temporary account.  Since the money can sit in the account for as little as a few days, banks will not pay interest on retainer fees. 

In the 1980’s and 90’s state bar associations began to institute IOLTA accounts (interest on lawyer trust accounts).  Instead of various attorneys depositing their retainers fees in individual accounts, they could collectively deposit their retainers in an IOLTA account owned by the state bar association.  Since money was constantly withdrawn and deposited, this allowed for the account to have a regular balance with which the bank could pay interest on.  Money raised from the interest was used to provide free legal services to the poor.

A Washington attorney named Allen D. Brown believed that it was unconstitutional for the state to take that money, but that the interest raised was his, and that taking the money was an infringement of his 5th Amendment Rights.  In 2003 he brought a lawsuit against the Legal Foundation of Washington to the Supreme Court of the United States over interest accrued on his retainer fees.  Keep in mind that to get to the Supreme Court, he had to take his suit through the Washington State courts, appeals court, Washington State Supreme Court, Federal District Court, and Federal Appeals Court.  So how much money was at stake that Brown was willing to navigate the entire US court system?  Drum roll please — $4.96.  Not even enough to buy a five dollar foot long.

SCOTUS ruled against Brown in a 5 to 4 decision.  The majority opinion was that the state didn’t take anything from him since he could not have earned the interest on the private market.  Without intervention of IOLTA, the interest would have never been raised in the first place. It wouldn’t even have existed.  Bummer for Brown.

On a related note Judge Judy once threw out a case with damages amounting to $25, citing that it was a waste of her time.