How Her Tide Of Malicious Defamation Now Threatens To Swamp Knox #1
Posted by Chimera
1. Legal Overview
Knox might be alone on a very small island before too long.
Her myriad false claims are becoming almost impossible for the remaining Knox cranks to support without legal threat. Her own family may already have signed off.
We already count well over 100 reporters and hacks like Timothy Egan and Doug Preston and Francesco Sforza and Bruce Fischer who posted factually wrong and defamatory claims about Dr Mignini and numerous other Italian officials online. Knox has placed targets on all of their backs.
They would never have gone there though without the mothership: the “professional” PR campaign ordered by Curt Knox and orchestrated by David Marriott which tilted the playing field in the US.
It did this both via dissemination to the media of myriad false claims and via countervailing and awkward facts left out - such as that Knox was in fact not found “innocent” last year by the Supreme Court.
By far the biggest and most damaging body of lies is to be found in Knox’s 2013 book, which Knox added-to last year. She KNEW the book was largely made up but the new edition, while added-to, remained otherwise unchanged.
I previously identified over 400 lies in the Knox book in a dozen long posts which I hope you have read or might read.
Now within them we have narrowed down to about 100 malicious false claims of crimes made by Knox. We have been told many among them will be the subject of new charges against Knox in the Florence Court. (The statute of limitations extends to at least 2021.)
Action against Knox’s false accusations of crimes will follow the same route as the action against Sollecito for his book - a prosecutor will charge Knox with diffamazione and vilipendio, and if the government case is won, civil suits against Knox for damages by those harmed can then begin.
With extreme fortuitus timing, a second route to push back by those Knox impugned against herself and her team has also opened up.
Under a new EEC-wide “right to be forgotten” law Google and other search engines must remove all links to false claims which cause personal harm. This was confirmed as legally valid worldwide for European residents by the European Court of Justice in Luxembourg in 2014.
Now a French court has imposed the first fine on Google for failure to comply and they are expected to begin.
2. False Accusations Of Crimes
In this and the next two posts we will quote what crimes Knox claimed and who she impugned and why each claim was wrong. Those impugned can submit complaints which require prosecutors to investigate them. Gravity varies considerably - some might merit merely a fine, others such as the claims against Dr Mignini could incur prison time.
Knox is already a felon for life for falsely accused Patrick of rape and murder, as ordered by Judge Massei (2009); Judge Hellmann (2011); Cassation Judge Chieffi (2013); Judge Nencini (2014); and Cassation Judge Marasca (2015).
It may therefore seem to you really moronic that Knox put this book out in April 2013, and then re-released it, added-to but unamended, with all malicious false charges of crimes intact.
[Chapter 2, Page 16] ‘’ ... We shared a joint, and then, high and giggly, we went to his hotel room. I’d just turned twenty. This was my first bona fide one-night stand. I’d told my friends back home that I couldn’t see myself sleeping with some random guy who didn’t matter to me. Cristiano was a game changer. We didn’t have a condom, so we didn’t actually have intercourse. But we were making out, fooling around like crazy, when, an hour later, I realized, I don’t even know this guy ...’‘
‘‘Cristiano’’ is actually Federico Martini, a drug dealer who swapped drugs for sex
[Chapter 2, Page 22] ‘’ ... They said I wasn’t the first roommate they’d interviewed. A guy they called “totally uptight” was interested in renting, until he found out they smoked—cigarettes and marijuana. “Are you okay with that?” Filomena asked…’‘
Accusation of illegal drug use.
[Chapter 3, Page 37] ‘’ ...Around our house, marijuana was as common as pasta. I never purchased it myself, but we all chipped in. For me, it was purely social, not something I’d ever do alone. I didn’t even know how to roll a joint and once spent an entire evening trying. I’d seen it done plenty of times in both Seattle and Perugia, but it was trickier than I thought it would be. Laura babysat my efforts, giving me pointers as I measured out the tobacco and pot and tried rolling the mixture into a smokable package. I never got it right that night, but I won a round of applause for trying. Either Filomena or Laura took a picture of me posing with it between my index and middle finger, as if it were a cigarette, and I a pouty 1950s pinup.
I was being goofy, but this caricature of me as a sexpot would soon take hold around the world.
Accusation of illegal drug use.
[Chapter 4, Page 46] ‘’ ... Giacomo handed me a beer, and I pushed my way through the crowd to find Meredith. When we had rejoined the guys, they introduced us to a friend who, I’d later learn, had moved to Italy as a kid, from Ivory Coast. His name was Rudy. They sometimes played pickup basketball with him. The five of us stood around for a few minutes before walking home together. The guys invited us to their apartment, but Meredith and I first stopped at ours to drop off our purses.
“Ready to go downstairs?” I asked her.
“You go. I’ll be down in a second,” she said.
When I opened the door to the downstairs apartment, Giacomo, Marco, Stefano, and Rudy were sitting around the table laughing. “What’s funny?” I asked. “Nothing,” they said sheepishly. I didn’t think another thing about it until months and months later, when it came out in court that just before I’d opened the door, Rudy had asked the guys if I was available.
A short time later, Meredith came in and sat down next to me at the table. The guys passed us the joint they were smoking. We each inhaled, handed it back, and sat there for a few minutes while they joked around in Italian. Tired and a little stoned, I couldn’t keep up with their conversation. After a little while I told Meredith, “I’m going up to bed.”
Accusation of illegal drug use.
[Chapter 5, Page 54] ‘’ ... Raffaele looked surprised, then pleased. “Do you want to come to my apartment and smoke a joint?”
I hesitated. He was basically a stranger, but I trusted him. I saw him as a gentle, modest person. I felt safe. “I’d love to,” I said.
Raffaele lived alone in an immaculate one-room apartment. I sat on his neatly made bed while he sat at his desk rolling a joint. A minute later he swiveled around in his chair and held it out to me….
The marijuana was starting to kick in. “You know what makes me laugh?” I asked.
“Making faces. See.” I crossed my eyes and puffed out my cheeks. “You try it.”
“Okay.” He stuck out his tongue and scrunched up his eyebrows.
By then, Raffaele had moved next to me on the bed. We made faces until we collided into a kiss. Then we had sex. It felt totally natural. I woke up the next morning with his arm wrapped snugly around me. ....’
Accusation of illegal drug use.
Chapter 7, Page 77] ‘’ ... Now I see that I was a mouse in a cat’s game. While I was trying to dredge up any small thing that could help them find Meredith’s killer and trying to get my head around the shock of her death, the police were deciding to bug Raffaele’s and my cell phones.
Knox claims she was illegally targeted, but MANY phones were tapped.
[Chapter 8,] When we finished, a detective put me through a second round of questioning, this time in Italian. Did we ever smoke marijuana at No. 7, Via della Pergola? “No, we don’t smoke,” I lied, squirming inwardly as I did.
Accusation of illegal drug use.
[Chapter 8] I didn’t think I could take any more surprises, but they kept coming. Next, the police opened up a closet to reveal five thriving marijuana plants. “Does this look familiar?” they asked.
“No,” I said. Despite my earlier lie about not smoking in our house, I was now telling the truth. I was stunned that the guys were growing a mini-plantation of pot. I couldn’t believe I had talked to them every day since I’d moved in six weeks earlier and they’d never mentioned it. I said, “I don’t really hang out down here a lot.”
Accusation of illegal drug use.
[Chapter 8] Laura and Filomena were each consulting a lawyer about how to get out of the lease. No doubt their lawyers were also counseling them on other things, such as how to deal with the police and on our pot-smoking habit, but they didn’t mention any of that.
Accusation of illegal drug use.
[Chapter 10, Page 103] ‘’ ... Police officer Rita Ficarra slapped her palm against the back of my head, but the shock of the blow, even more than the force, left me dazed. I hadn’t expected to be slapped. I was turning around to yell, “Stop!”—my mouth halfway open—but before I even realized what had happened, I felt another whack, this one above my ear. She was right next to me, leaning over me, her voice as hard as her hand had been. “Stop lying, stop lying,” she insisted.
Stunned, I cried out, “Why are you hitting me?” “To get your attention,” she said. I have no idea how many cops were stuffed into the cramped, narrow room. Sometimes there were two, sometimes eight—police coming in and going out, always closing the door behind them. They loomed over me, each yelling the same thing: “You need to remember. You’re lying. Stop lying!” “I’m telling the truth,” I insisted. “I’m not lying.” I felt like I was suffocating. There was no way out. And still they kept yelling, insinuating. The authorities I trusted thought I was a liar. But I wasn’t lying. I was using the little energy I still had to show them I was telling the truth. Yet I couldn’t get them to believe me.
We weren’t even close to being on equal planes. I was twenty, and I barely spoke their language. Not only did they know the law, but it was their job to manipulate people, to get “criminals” to admit they’d done something wrong by bullying, by intimidation, by humiliation. They try to scare people, to coerce them, to make them frantic. That’s what they do. I was in their interrogation room. I was surrounded by police officers. I was alone.
[Chapter 10] Just then a cop—Monica Napoleoni, who had been so abrupt with me about the poop
and the mop at the villa—opened the door. “Raffaele says you left his apartment on
Thursday night,” she said almost gleefully. “He says that you asked him to lie for you.
He’s taken away your alibi.”
My jaw dropped. I was dumbfounded, devastated. What? I couldn’t believe that
Raffaele, the one person in Italy whom I’d trusted completely, had turned against me.
How could he say that when it wasn’t true? We’d been together all night. Now it was
just me against the police, my word against theirs. I had nothing left.
“Where did you go? Who did you text?” Ficarra asked, sneering at me.
“I don’t remember texting anyone.”
They grabbed my cell phone up off the desk and scrolled quickly through its history.
“You need to stop lying. You texted Patrick. Who’s Patrick?”
“My boss at Le Chic.”
“What about his text message? What time did you receive that?”
“I don’t know. You have my phone,” I said defiantly, trying to combat hostility with
hostility. I didn’t remember that I’d deleted Patrick’s message.
They said, “Why did you delete Patrick’s message? The text you have says you were
going to meet Patrick.”
“What message?” I asked, bewildered. I didn’t remember texting Patrick a return
“This one!” said an officer, thrusting the phone in my face and withdrawing it before I
could even look. “Stop lying! Who’s Patrick? What’s he like?”
“He’s about this tall,” I said, gesturing, “with braids.”
“Did he know Meredith?”
“Yes, she came to the bar.”
“Did he like her?”
“Yes, he liked Meredith. He was nice to her, and they got along.”
“Did he think Meredith was pretty?”
“Well, Meredith was pretty. I’m sure he thought she was pretty.”
“When did you leave to meet Patrick?”
“I didn’t meet Patrick. I stayed in.”
“No, you didn’t. This message says you were going to meet him.”
“No. No, it doesn’t.”
False accusation of illegal interrogation. For someone in ‘‘trauma’‘, AK seems to “remember” it quite well.
[Chapter 10] A beefy cop with a crew cut thought I’d said, “Fuck you,” and he yelled, “Fuck you!”
They pushed my cell phone, with the message to Patrick, in my face and screamed,
“You’re lying. You sent a message to Patrick. Who’s Patrick?”
That’s when Ficarra slapped me on my head.
“Why are you hitting me?” I cried.
“To get your attention,” she said.
“I’m trying to help,” I said. “I’m trying to help, I’m desperately trying to help.”
The pressure was greater than just being closed in a room. It was about being yelled
at relentlessly by people I trusted completely, by people I’d been taught to respect.
Everything felt bigger, more overwhelming, more suffocating, than it was because
these were people whom I thought I was helping and they didn’t believe me; they kept
telling me I was wrong.
False accusations of abuse and physical assault.
[Chapter 11, Page 125] ‘’ ... I signed my second “spontaneous declaration” at 5:45 A.M., just as the darkness was beginning to soften outside the small window on the far side of the interrogation room…’‘
False accusation; it really was a spontaneous declaration Knox absolutely insisted to make.
[Chapter 11, Page 127] ‘’ ... Around 2 P.M. on Tuesday—it was still the same day, although it felt as if it should be two weeks later—Ficarra took me to the cafeteria. I was starving. After the interrogation was over they brought me a cup of tea, but this was the first food or drink I’d been offered since Raffaele and I had arrived at the questura around 10:30 P.M. Monday. With my sneakers confiscated, I trailed her down the stairs wearing only my socks. She turned and said, “Sorry I hit you. I was just trying to help you remember the truth.”
False accusation; AK was never hit.
[Chapter 11, Page 129] ‘’ ... “We need to take you into custody,” she said. “Just for a couple of days—for bureaucratic reasons.”
False accusation; Dr Mignini fully briefed Knox on why she was being locked up.
[Chapter 11, Page 129] ‘’ ... I needed to say that I had doubts about what I’d signed, to let the police know they couldn’t rely on my declarations as the truth. I knew that undoing the cops’ work would almost surely mean they’d scream at me all over again. As paralyzing as that thought was, I had to risk it. In naming Patrick, I’d unintentionally misled them. What if they thought I did it on purpose? They’d wasted time on me when they could have been out pursuing the real killer….’‘
False accusation; AK wasn’t screamed at in the first place, and she did intentionally mislead them.
[Chapter 11, Page 136] ‘’ ... I was on the police’s side, so I was sure they were on mine. I didn’t have a glimmer of understanding that I had just made my situation worse. I didn’t get that the police saw me as a brutal murderer who had admitted guilt and was now trying to squirm out of a hard-won confession….’‘
False accusation; police had formed no such view. And ‘cConfessing’’ means admitting guilt, it does not mean ‘‘accusing’’ someone else. And “hard won”? AK flipped almost instantly once she was told Sollecito was blaming her.
[Chapter 11, Page 136] ‘’ ... My memoriale changed nothing. As soon as I gave it to Ficarra, I was taken into the hall right outside the interrogation room, where a big crowd of cops gathered around me. I recognized Pubblico Ministero Giuliano Mignini, who I still believed was the mayor….”
Starting at the house the day after Meredith died Dr Mignini repeatedly explained to Knox who he was.
[Chapter 11, Page 137] ‘’ ... Still, what came next shocked me. After my arrest, I was taken downstairs to a room where, in front of a male doctor, female nurse, and a few female police officers, I was told to strip naked and spread my legs. I was embarrassed because of my nudity, my period—I felt frustrated and helpless. The doctor inspected the outer lips of my vagina and then separated them with his fingers to examine the inner. He measured and photographed my intimate parts. I couldn’t understand why they were doing this. I thought, Why is this happening? What’s the purpose of this? ....’‘
Knox falsely accuses the medical staff of sexual assault.
[Chapter 11, Page 139] ‘’ ... I was consumed by worry for Patrick. I felt that time was running out for him if I didn’t remember for sure what had happened the night of Meredith’s murder. When I’d said, “It was Patrick,” in my interrogation, the police pushed me to tell them where he lived. As soon as I’d mentioned his neighborhood, several officers surrounding me raced out. I figured that they’d gone to question him. I didn’t know that it was too late, that they’d staged a middle-of-the-night raid on Patrick’s house and arrested him….’‘
Knox claimed to ‘‘witness’’ Patrick murdering Meredith but accuses the police of acting inappropriately.
[Chapter 12, Page 149] ‘’ ... “I feel terrible about what happened at the police office. No one was listening to me,” I said. Tears sprang to my eyes again.
“Hold up there, now,” Argirò said. “Wouldn’t listen to you?” the doctor asked. “I was hit on the head, twice,” I said. The doctor gestured to the nurse, who parted my hair and looked at my scalp.
“Not hard,” I said. “It just startled me. And scared me.” “I’ve heard similar things about the police from other prisoners,” the guard standing in the background said. Their sympathy gave me the wrongheaded idea that the prison officials were distinct and distant from the police.
“Do you need anything to sleep?” the doctor asked. I didn’t know what he meant, because the idea of taking a sleeping pill was as foreign to me as being handcuffed. “No,” I said. “I’m really tired already.”
Knox falsely accuses the police of assault, and the medical staff of covering up frequent incidents.
[Chapter 13, Page 154] ‘’ ... Argirò had said this seclusion was to protect me from other prisoners—that it was standard procedure for people like me, people without a criminal record—but they were doing more than just keeping me separate. In forbidding me from watching TV or reading, in prohibiting me from contacting the people I loved and needed most, in not offering me a lawyer, and in leaving me alone with nothing but my own jumbled thoughts, they were maintaining my ignorance and must have been trying to control me, to push me to reveal why or how Meredith had died….’‘
Knox falsely claims the guard locked her up in isolation and lies about the reason for it.
[Chapter 14, Page 165] ‘’ ... There hadn’t been enough time between their hiring and this preliminary hearing for Carlo and Luciano to meet with me. But more time might not have made a difference. It turned out that, mysteriously, Mignini had barred Raffaele’s lawyers from seeing him before his hearing. Would the prosecutor have treated me the same? I think so. I can’t be certain who ordered that I be put in isolation and not allowed to watch TV or to read, to cut me off from news from the outside world. But I believe that the police and prosecution purposely kept me uninformed so I would arrive at my first hearing totally unprepared to defend myself.
I do know this: if I’d met with my lawyers, I could have explained that I was innocent, that I knew nothing about the murder, that I imagined things during my interrogation that weren’t true. The only thing my lawyers knew about me was that when I talked I got myself in trouble. I understand their impulse to keep me silent then, but in the end, my silence harmed me as much as anything I’d previously said….’‘
Knox falsely accuses of the authorities of trying to prevent her and RS from seeing counsel in order to make the frame job much easier.
[Chapter 15, Page 175] ‘’ ... I went through my interrogation with her step by step—the repeated questions, the yelling, the threats, the slaps. I explained to her how terrified I’d felt…’
Again false accusations of assault, verbal abuse and intimidation
[Chapter 15, Page 175] ‘’ ... “I didn’t come up with those things on my own,” I said. “I told them I’d been with Raffaele all night at his apartment. But they demanded to know whom I’d left to meet, who Patrick was, if I had let him into the villa. They insisted I knew who the murderer was, that I’d be put in jail for thirty years if I didn’t cooperate.”
Knox falsely accuses the police of making threats to ensure co-operation.
Parts #2 and #3 follow next.
It was all everybody else’s fault. Constantly blaming police. She would have known they’re Italian and so might not fully understand her text.
‘Laura babysat my efforts’. So completely innocent was Amanda eh? And who the damm cares about all this silly detail? Only Amanda. To try to show an innocent picture of herself.
Both AK and RS constantly protest their ‘innocence’. They never say things like ‘look, I wasn’t there! I had absolutely nothing to do with it.’ To me that’s what an innocent person would say.
I only know about this book from excerpts posted here. But what an obscene book it seems.
Rest assured, it is an obscene book.
AK seems to get the dates of major events right, and (most) of the names of people right, but that is about the extent of it. The rest is total BS.
My suggested layout for the ‘‘3rd edition’‘:
Chapter 1: Her ‘‘study-abroad’’ plans
Chapter 2: The true relationship with Cristiano/Federico
Chapter 3: A description of the night before
Chapter 4: A description of the morning after
Chapter 5: An explanation why her version of the ‘‘interrogation’’ and why it differed so much from what was reported.
Chapter 6: An explanation as to why Patrick was falsely accused
Chapter 7: An explanation for all those false albis.
Chapter 8: Forget DNA contamination. Explain the bloody footprint on the bathmat.
Chapter 9: An explanation of how Guede, a very sloppy burglar, broke in through Filomena’s window but managed to leave ‘‘Knox’s’’ blood.
Chapter 10: Details/Dates/Times/Names of alleged harassment/abuse in jail, and an explanation of why they were never reported
Chapter 11: If police and prosecutorial misconduct was so rampant, why were no complaints filed
Chapter 12: Why AK leaves out the fact that her June 12/13, 2009 testimony was limited just to the calunnia accusation
Chapter 13: An explanation as to why you keep referring to the 2011 Hellmann appeal (your appeal) as a ‘‘new trial’‘. Further, why after the March 2013 annulment, why you refer to the Florence appeal (again, your appeal), as a ‘‘new trial’‘
Chapter 14: RS’s bride shopping efforts, and what AK really thinks about them
Chapter 15: RS’s multiple attempts to shift blame onto AK, and her thoughts about that
Chapter 16: An explanation of the following: (a)In 2010 Cassation 1st Chambers rules that Guede was there an is an accomplice; (b) In 2013 1st Chambers annuls Hellmann and rules that Guede did not act alone; (c) 5th Chambers Cassation rules that Guede was there with unidentified accomplices, AK was present, RS probably was too.
Chapter 17: An explanation of how Hellmann, a business judge, ended up as Lead Judge on a murder appeal.
Chapter 18: An explanation of what Knox actually thinks about this absolutely vindictive stunt of Bongiorno
Chapter 19: AK’s thoughts on this
Chapter 20: What AK thinks about the legal trouble Oggi has gotten into quoting her
Chapter 21: AK’s thoughts on ‘‘Honor Bound’‘, and the legal trouble it is causing Sollecito and Gumbel.
Chapter 22: Any rebuttal to any posting here on the book, especially ‘‘Revenge of the Knox’‘
Ms. Knox? Ms. Kuhlman? Mr. Barnett? Mr. Simon?
@Happy Easter: Christ is risen indeed. I’m enjoying Resurrection day. Huge crowds, 5 services to accommodate them. Victory by grace.
Many good links by Chimera above to the facts versus the fiction of the Knox book. Chimera has apt proposal for a Knox 3rd edition if Knox ever wants to come clean and tell the truth.
Am now distracted by my chocolate coconut eggs and jelly bean basket. Back soon.
Very Nice Chimera
Unfortunately you ask what Knox thinks about things.
The entire point is she has only one thought in her sex/drug addled brain and that is how to keep this con game going.
The happy point is she can’t. You will notice that of late there are no photos of Knox because the worm of guilt is eating away at her and the lines of age are deeply embedded in her face and her rapidly rotting body. Such is guilt. The little girl act won’t work any more and the men in white are coming to take her away.
@Chimera, thank you for excerpts from Knox’s book, which I have not read. She paints a constant drug interest as early as Chapter 2 it seems (if not earlier, but these snippets from book are not the entirety, to be fair to Knox).
She got high with Federico Martini and lost her judgment. Then she sniggers in her book about the uptight fellow who refused to rent the cottage due to drug use, implying she’s not uptight but the opposite, down loose where drugs are concerned.
But Chapter 4 the vignette that includes Meredith, here’s a quick silhouette of what she wants to include about Meredith:
*alcohol (the beer Giacomo gives to Foxy, Knox subtly implies her precedence) main point is ALCOHOL
*pushing through a crowd (my repetition for emphasis, I don’t like the aggressive sound of pushing and shoving implied, like a struggle that leads to bingo: Meredith) A struggle, a struggle with a crowd and then Meredith. Very fishy
*Guede is next mentioned
*Meredith leaving a purse. Purse is important.
*Meredith separating from Knox not wanting to go downstairs with her, while Knox was straining at the bit to get downstairs to be with a lot of guys
*Knox the center of male attention, mentions them all by name
*Knox sits at table with Meredith, smoking joint
Look at the ending:
*Knox stoned, tired, unable to process Italian language or think clearly, and wanting to separate from Meredith and go away from her and from everybody to rest. Sounds like a metaphor for the “blood simple” mentioned by Grahame Rhodes.
Are there shadows here in this scant scene in a book of the real journey Knox took with Meredith?
I think Knox and Raffaele said, “We’ve gone too far. We can’t go back now”, like the perps said after assaulting the Bega school girls.
It all comes down not only to Knox herself but also to her rotten family, or as my mother used to call them “Inferior breeding Stock.”
Knox supporters are representative of the great unwashed who just like the lemmings will follow the leader over the cliff.
These uneducated cattle must all be Donald Trump supporters since they obviously don’t have the ability to disseminate and think for themselves.
Excellent reinforcement of what we all know but can easily forget in terms of detail Chimera. You’re diligence is exemplary.
Knox’s book reads exactly like her infantile scribblings that regularly feature in the West Seattle Herald; perhaps 5% fact interwoven with 95% fiction. Her writing style is terribly unoriginal and plagiarised shamelessly from proper writers. All designed to lure the unwary in with over escriptive scene setting words and phrases to make the reader focus on style over substance.
I enjoyed Graham’s description in his first post above. Pretty spot on sir and I couldn’t help but hear that old Napoleon XIV song in my head as I read it “they’re coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa”.
And the sooner the better for our murdering little trollop.
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