Revenge Of The Knox, The Smear-All Book: We Get Down To Nailing ALL Her Invented Claims #9
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1. Overview Of This Series
My opinion is that this book is essentially Amanda Knox’s way of getting back at everyone in Italy she ever encountered, while falsely making her notoriously brash, sharp-elbowed, frequently drugged-up persona look endearing, naive, and squeaky-clean.
Knox includes numerous lies, smears, and stories to compromise literally dozens of others. None of them help clear up what happened to Meredith. And given how rampant the lies are, it doesn’t really clarify anything about Amanda Knox either.
Four more quick posts and the series will be done here. Then we will post everything on a new Knox Lies page with each of her false claim numbered, and draw the attention of the media. The eight posts before this one can all be read here.
Page numbers are those of the expanded 2015 paperback.
2. Dissection Of Pages 355 to 394
[Chapter 28, Page 355] “I’d like to show the court a visual prop we’ve constructed to demonstrate our theory of the murder,” Comodi said. This introduced the most surreal moment of my nightmarish trial: a 3-D computer-generated animation with avatars representing me, Raffaele, Rudy Guede, and Meredith. Carlo and Luciano were apoplectic. They shouted their objections, insisting that the film was unnecessary and inflammatory. Judge Massei allowed it. I didn’t watch it, but my lawyers said the avatar of me was dressed in a striped shirt like one I often wore to court. Raffaele, Guede, and I were depicted sneering. Meredith’s avatar had an expression of horror and pain. The cartoon used real crime scene photos to show the blood splatters in Meredith’s room.
- Trying to use a video simulation to explain a crime? Happens regularly in U.S. courts.
- So, should Meredith be sneering, and Knox, Sollecito, Guede have horrified expressions?
[Chapter 28, Page 356] I kept my head down, my eyes on the table. My stomach was churning. The courtroom was suddenly hot. I was boiling with anger and near tears. How are they allowed to make up what happened? I tried to block out Comodi’s voice as she narrated the imagined event.
- Angry, why? For having the brutality of it finally shown?
- Was she supposed to narrate you in the kitchen covering your ears while Lumumba kills Meredith?
- Was she supposed to narrate the one where Guede uses his 6 arms and spider-strength to overpower Meredith?
[Chapter 28, Page 356] The cartoon couldn’t be entered as evidence, so no one outside the courtroom saw it. But the prosecution had achieved their goal. They’d planted an image in the minds of the judges and jury. When the lights came up, Comodi closed with a straightforward request: Give Amanda and Raffaele life imprisonment.
- Nobody outside the courtroom saw the cartoon since it “couldn’t” be entered as evidence? In fact it was purely a choice of the prosecution and judge to stop it leaking to the media.
- The points of clearing the court are to protect the dignity of the victim, and to prevent word of it from inflaming the public via the media.
- The point is not to ‘‘plant an image’‘. It is to provide the best interpretation of what happened.
- Finally a truthful statement. Yes, they did ask for life in prison.
[Chapter 28, Page 357] Then he [Pacelli] descended on me as if I were a witch on trial in the Middle Ages. “So who is Amanda Knox? In my opinion, within her resides a double soul—the angelic and compassionate, gentle and naive one, of Saint Maria Goretti, and the satanic, diabolic Luciferina, who was brought to engage in extreme, borderline acts and to adopt dissolute behavior. This last was the Amanda of November 1, 2007 ... It must be spelled out clearly: Amanda was a girl who was clean on the outside because she was dirty within, spirit and soul.. .”
- Pacelli didn’t descend on you as if it were the middle ages. He descended on you for having committed heinous acts.
- Extreme, borderline acts? I guess sexual assault and murder, then framing someone are ‘‘mainstream’’ ....
[Chapter 28, Page 357] How can any girl defend herself against a guy armed with a knife? “It’s a very long list of lesions: to the face, neck, hands, forearms, thighs. Try to understand the terror, the fear, the pain this girl suffered in the last seconds of her life in the face of the multiple aggression, an aggression brought about by more than one person.” Maresca didn’t mention that the prosecution’s own coroner—the only person who’d analyzed Meredith’s body—had said it was impossible to determine whether one or more people attacked Meredith.
- How can any woman defend herself against a guy armed with a knife? Many have before.
- This is disingenuous. The coroner is NEVER able to make the determination of multiple attackers based solely on injuries. They can make reasonable assumptions and say things are likely, but few things are 100% certain.
- That said, that many injuries with so few defensive marks leads to two possibilities: (1) The victim had been restrained; or (2) Multiple attackers were present.
[Chapter 28, Page 358] Maresca, like Mignini, criticized any media that had questioned his work. But what most enraged me was the false contrast he set up between the Kerchers and my family. “You’ll remember Meredith’s family for their absolute composure. They taught the world the elegance of silence. We’ve never heard them on the television ... in the newspapers. They’ve never given an interview. There’s an abysmal difference between them and what has been defined as the Knox Clan and the Sollecito Clan, which give interviews on national television and in magazines every day.” Thank God for my “clan,” I thought. They’re the only ones on my side.
- Meredith: likeable, ambitious, driven student.
- Knox: crass, lazy, does drugs and brings home strange men.
- Kercher family: kept a low profile during the trial.
- Knox family: parents hired a PR firm to rail about how Knox was being railroaded by a corrupt prosecutor, and ancient judicial system
[Chapter 28, Page 358] Meredith’s family is grieving, but my family knows that Pm not the cause of the Kerchers’ grief. Just as Meredith’s family came to Perugia to seek justice for their daughter, mine have come to seek justice for me. Both families are good. Both families are doing the best they can, the best way they know how..
- Meredith’s family is grieving? So that’s what grief looks like? Good to know.
- Well, your mother knew you were the cause of PATRICK’S grief, and did nothing about it.
- If your family were here to seek justice, they would have let things play out.
- The way they know how? Oh, Judge Hellmann .....
[Chapter 28, Page 358] “Raffaele and Rudy Guede never met, went out together, or saw each other,” Maori said. “The two young men belonged to completely different worlds and cultures. Raffaele comes from a big and healthy family. Rudy rejected his family. Raffaele has always been a model student. Rudy was never interested in school or work. Raffaele is timid and reserved. Rudy is uninhibited, arrogant, extroverted.” “Accomplices who don’t know each other . Bongiorno said, drawing out the words to emphasize the paradox that they couldn’t have been accomplices if they didn’t even know each other! Raffaele, she told the court, was “Mr. Nobody"—put in by the prosecution as an afterthought. “There was no evidence of him at the scene.” The prosecution had contradicted themselves. “He’s there, but he’s not. He has a knife, but he doesn’t. He’s passive, he’s active.”
- Vanessa losing her job while interfering with the case is ‘‘healthy’‘?
- Since we are talking about ‘‘work ethic’‘, Sollecito is the only one of the 3 who never held a job.
- Rudy is uninhibited, arrogant, extroverted? Umm…. so is Knox.
- People with different personalities can still know each other. Sollecito knew Knox.
- And despite the claim Sollecito didn’t know Guede, they both knew Knox.
- Sollecito wasn’t put there as an afterthought. He was Knox’s alibi witness, until he said she made him lie.
[Chapter 28, Page 359] In defending Raffaele, she also defended me. “If the court doesn’t mind, and Amanda doesn’t mind, the innocence of my client depends on Amanda Knox,” she said. “A lot of people think that she doesn’t make sense. But Amanda just sees things her way. She reacts differently. She’s not a classic Italian woman. She has a naive perspective of life, or did when the events occurred. But just because she acted differently from other people doesn’t mean she killed someone….
- Sollecito’s innocence depends on Knox? Wasn’t his ‘‘official’’ position that she went out?
- She reacts differently? Yeah, shit happens.
- Her reactions don’t mean it, but false alibis, false accusations, turning off phones, mixed blood, etc ... do mean it.
[Chapter 28, Page 359] “Amanda looked at the world with the eyes of Am6lie” she said, referring to the quirky waif in the movie that Raffaele and I watched the night of Meredith’s murder. Amelie and I had traits in common, Bongiorno said. “The extravagant, bizarre personality, full of imagination. If there’s a personality who does cartwheels and who confesses something she imagined, it’s her. I believe that what happened is easy to guess. Amanda, being a little bizarre and naive, when she went into the questura, was truly trying to help the police and she was told, ‘Amanda, imagine. Help us, Amanda. Amanda, reconstruct it. Amanda, find the solution. Amanda, try.’ She tried to do so, she tried to help, because she wanted to help the police, because Amanda is precisely the Am6lie of Seattle.”
- Knox looks at the world with the eyes of Amelie? Are you arguing innocence or insanity?
- Knox didn’t ‘‘confess’’ to anything. She falsely ‘‘accused’’ Patrick of something.
- Knox didn’t ‘‘imagine’’ anything, except a possible way out after Sollecito pulled his alibi.
- She didn’t go to the Questura to ‘‘help the police’‘. She claimed she went because she was scared to be alone, and told to go home.
- Knox wasn’t told to ‘‘imagine’’ how anything went. She started writing a list of possible males who visited.
- Sorry to pick up an old topic, but Knox is remembering all this as it was said? Or did she get the trial transcripts?
[Chapter 28, Page 360] “At lunch hour on November 2, 2007, a body was discovered,” Luciano began. “It was a disturbing fact that captured the hearts of everyone. Naturally there were those who investigated. Naturally there were testimonies. Naturally there was the initial investigative activity. Immediately, immediately, especially Amanda, but also Raffaele, were suspected, investigated, and heard for four days following the discovery of the body. There was demand for haste. There was demand for efficiency. There was demand.
- Knox has frequently claimed she was ‘‘interrogated’’ for days, but this is the first time, I am hearing about it happening to Sollecito.
- ’‘ALL’’ of the residents of the house were detained, as Knox admits earlier in the book. She was not targeted.
- There was no ‘‘demand for haste’‘. On November 5, 2007, the police asked him to come in to clear up his alibi. Knox was not invited, and when she did show up, was asked to leave.
- Again, how does Knox remember this summation, more than 3 years before she would write her book?
[Chapter 28, Page 360] “Such demand and such haste led to the wrongful arrest of Patrick Lumumba—a grave mistake.” Carlo picked up the thread. “There is a responsible party for this and it’s not Amanda Knox. Lumumba’s arrest was not executed by Amanda Knox. She gave information, false information. Now we know. But you couldn’t give credit to what Amanda said in that way, in that moment and in that way. A general principle for operating under such circumstances is maximum caution. In that awkward situation there was instead the maximum haste.” Having heard what they wanted to hear and without checking further, the investigators and Prosecutor Mignini arrested Patrick—bringing him in “like a sack of potatoes,” Luciano said.
- Knox admitted in her June 2009 testimony that she was the one to bring Patrick’s name up.
- She did this because Sollecito revoked his alibi, and she was suddenly desperate for a new one.
- Caution? Knox claimed to be a witness to the rape and murder.
- Lumumba’s arrest WAS executed by Knox. Judge Massei (2009), Judge Hellmann (2011), and Cassation (2013) all said it was.
- They did check the facts. Patrick was released once they investigated.
- You guys are taking pot shots at the cops in your summation? Somehow I doubt it.
[Chapter 28, Page 361] Maria Del Grosso criticized Mignini for the fiction he’d invented. “What must be judged today is whether this girl committed murder by brutal means. To sustain this accusation you need very strong elements, and what element does the prosecution bring us? The flushing of the toilet. Amanda was an adulterer. l hope that not even Prosecutor Mignini believes in the improbable, unrealistic, imaginary contrast of the two figures of Amanda and Meredith.”
- The prosecution brought hard evidence to the trial. What did you bring?
- [I haven’t seen the trial transcript on this. Defence lawyers spin and distort things, but this may actually have been said.]
[Chapter 28, Page 362] Then Raffaele and I made our final pleas. Raffaele talked about how he would never hurt anyone. That he had no reason to. That he wouldn’t have done something just because I’d told him to. I’d spent hours sitting on my bed making notes about what I wanted to say, but as soon as I stood up, every word emptied from my brain. I had to go with what came to me, on the few notes I had prepared.
- Yes, Sollecito, gave speeches about how he had no reason to hurt her, but refused to actually testify.
- Likewise at the Nencini appeal, Sollecito gave speeches, but wouldn’t answer questions.
- You have to make notes? I guess it just doesn’t come naturally.
[Chapter 28, Page 362] “People have asked me this question: how are you able to remain calm? First of all, I’m not calm. I’m scared to lose myself. I’m scared to be defined as what I am not and by acts that don’t belong to me. I’m afraid to have the mask of a murderer forced on my skin.
- You were VERY calm after Meredith’s murder
- Scared to lose yourself? You mean, yet your cold-blooded side slip out? Okay, probably true here.
- Scared to be defined as something? This is a murder trial.
- Mask of a murderer? Sweetheart, it’s not a mask.
[Chapter 28, Page 362] “I feel more connected to you, more vulnerable before you, but also trusting and sure in my conscience. For this I thank you ... I thank the prosecution because they are trying to do their job, even if they don’t understand, even if they are not able to understand, because they are trying to bring justice to an act that tore a person from this world. So I thank them for what they do ... It is up to you now. So I thank you.” My words were so inadequate. But at least I remembered to thank the court again. Now I had to put my faith in what my lawyers and our experts and I had said month after month. I had to believe that it was good enough.
- While I’m at it, I’d like to thank the director, the producer, and the supporting cast.
- One more time people. I don’t yet have the feel of this character.
- Dammit guys! We are shooting this film just great.
- Your words are inadequate? You should have hired Linda Kuhlman to ‘‘ghostwrite’’ your speech. No, it would still suck.
[Chapter 28, Page 364] My head pounded as I shot from excitement to terror and back again—and again. My brain bounced between Please, please, please and Finally, finally, finally—THE END.
- Yes, sequels are lame. Like the sequel (or paperback) of this book.
[Chapter 28, Page 364] After dinner Tanya turned on the TV. Every channel was talking about my case: The big day! The world is hanging on, waiting to see what the decision will be in the “Italian trial of the century.” Raffaele and Amanda have been charged with six counts. Meredith’s family will be there to hear the verdict. Amanda’s family is waiting in the hotel. The Americans believe there’s no case, but the prosecution insists that Meredith’s DNA is on the murder weapon and Raffaele’s DNA is on Meredith’s bra clasp. The prosecution has condemned the American media for taking an incorrect view of the case.
- Well, the whole world wasn’t watching until Dad hired a PR firm.
- Americans believe there is no case. Probably due to a biased media that doesn’t bother to check their facts
- Meredith’s DNA on the knife and Raffaele’s DNA on the bra clasp were only just 2 pieces of evidence, yet you try to portray it as about the only evidence.
- Actually the prosecution condemned the US media notion that he was framing 2 ‘‘kids’’ for his career.
[Chapter 29, Page 370] My life cleaved in two. Before the verdict, I’d been a wrongly accused college student about to walk free. I was about to start my life over after two years. Now everything I’d thought I’d been promised had been ripped away. I was a convicted murderer.
- Well, before the conviction Marriott portrayed you as the ‘‘wrongly accused’’ college student.
- You were only taking the one course, so is that really a college student? Not a full time load.
- Everything you had been promised? What kind of deal did you make?
[Chapter 29, Page 370] Carlo stopped us just before we started down the stairs. He was breathless. “I’m so sorry! We’re going to win! We’re going to win. Amanda, we’re going to save you. Be strong.”
- You’ve got the business judge directory?
[Chapter 30, Page 377] “Can you possibly put me on the list for a two-person cell instead of the five-person cell?” I asked, sniffling. “That would mean a lot to me.” It was all I had. Begging for a better cell. It had come to this. This was my new life. I was in a position to ask. Twenty-six-year sentences were uncommon in Italy, especially at Capanne, which usually housed petty criminals and drug dealers serving sentences of a few months to a few years. After twenty-five months, not only had I earned seniority—I’d been there longer than almost everyone else—but I had a reputation as a model prisoner.
- You poor dear. It is jail, not a 5 star hotel.
- Yes, murderers tend to get much longer sentences than petty criminals and drug dealers
- You had a reputation all right, but it wasn’t really as a model prisoner.
[Chapter 30, Page 384] As Lupa said, my lawyers would obviously appeal my conviction. But I couldn’t count on the Court of Appeals to free me. My case, tried daily in the media, was too big and too notorious. It was awful to hear that strangers believed I had killed my friend. That feeling was compounded when, about three weeks after Raffaele and I were convicted, the appeals court cut Rudy Guede’s sentence nearly in half, from thirty years to sixteen. Meredith’s murderer was now serving less time than I was—by ten years! How can they do this?! I raged to myself. It doesn’t make sense! The unfairness of it burned in my throat.
- Cases are tried by the courts, not the media.
- It was awful to hear stranger thinking you killed your friend? Why so obsessed with what people think?
- Your friend? Meredith I assume?
- Didn’t make sense? Did you read this quote from pages 273/274 of this book? Fast track trial ... ?
“The first day of the pretrial was mostly procedural. Almost immediately Guede’s lawyers requested an abbreviated trial. I had no idea the Italian justice system offered this option. Carlo later told me that it saves the government money. With an abbreviated trial, the judge’s decision is based solely on evidence; no witnesses are called. The defendant benefits from this fast-track process because, if found guilty, he has his sentence cut by a third.”
[Chapter 30, Page 384] But when the emotionless guard pushed the paper across the desk, I saw, to my astonishment, and outrage, that it was a new indictment—for slander. For telling the truth about what had happened to me during my interrogation on November 5-6, 2007. In June 2009, I testified that Rita Ficarra had hit me on the head to make me name Patrick. I also testified that the police interpreter hadn’t translated my claims of innocence and that she’d suggested that I didn’t remember assisting Patrick Lumumba when he sexually assaulted Meredith.
- Actually, it was a ‘‘long haired woman’’ you testified against. Ficarra wasn’t named until this book came out.
- You ‘‘didn’t remember assisting’‘? Well, after days of lying, you admitted you were present.
[Chapter 30, Page 385] According to Prosecutor Mignini, truth was slander. All told, the prosecution claimed that I’d slandered twelve police officers—everyone who was in the interrogation room with me that night—when I said they’d forced me to agree that Meredith had been raped and pushed me into saying Patrick’s name. It was my word against theirs, because that day the police apparently hadn’t seen fit to flip the switch of the recording device that had been secretly bugging me every day in the same office of the questura leading up to the interrogation.
- Actually, according to ‘‘Mayor’’ Mignini, falsely accusing someone of crimes is criminal slander (calunnia).
- 12 officers in the room at one time? Did you get ‘‘any’’ names? Or did you just accuse everyone who was in the police station that night? In fact the room was quiet and few officers entered and only whispered.
- They didn’t ‘‘flip the switch’’ because it was not ever a suspect interrogation. You showed up uninvited that night, demanding to be let in.
[Chapter 30, Page 385] Mignini and his co-prosecutor, Manuela Comodi, had signed the document. The judge’s signature was also familiar: Claudia Matteini, the same woman who’d rejected me for house arrest two years earlier because she said I’d flee Italy. I hadn’t expected this maneuver by the police and prosecution, but it now made sense. They couldn’t admit that one of their own had hit me or that the interpreter hadn’t done her job. Above all, they couldn’t admit that they’d manipulated me into a false admission of guilt. They had their reputations to uphold and their jobs to keep.
- Judge Matteini was right. You refused to attend the 2013 Cassation appeal, your own 2013/2014 Florence appeal, your own 2015 Cassation appeal, and are skipping the September 2015 calunnia trial.
- So, the interpreter is refusing to translate properly .... to help frame you?
- A police officer (whom you only now identify as Ficarra), assaults you, and everyone covers it up?
- So, police and prosecutors are framing you to retains their jobs and reputations?
[Chapter 30, Page 385] I’d calculated that I could be released in twenty-one years for good behavior. Now this looked unlikely. If I were called to testify in the slander trial, I’d have to restate the truth: I had been pressured and hit. They’d say I was lying. If the judges and jury believed the police, that would wipe out my good behavior and add three years to my jail time. Could Mignini, Comodi, and the whole questura keep going after me again and again? Would I be persecuted forever?
- So which is it? You will (a) Tell the truth; or (b) Restate that you had been hit?
- Yes, ‘‘aggravated calunnia’’ has a tendency to add years to jail sentences.
- Mignini, Comodi and the Questura are not ‘‘going after you again and again’‘. They are obligated to report such complaints.
- Not ‘‘persecuted’’ forever, but if you keep this pattern up, you may be ‘‘prosecuted’’ forever.
[Chapter 30, Page 386] The indictment was a dark reminder of how completely vulnerable I was. Not only had the prosecution successfully had me convicted for something I hadn’t done, but also legally, my word meant nothing. I was trapped.
- Yes, the word of someone convicted of making false accusations generally means nothing. Quite true.
[Chapter 30, Page 387] As I did for Mina’s mom, Gregora, I helped prisoners write letters, legal documents, grocery lists, and explain an ailment to the doctor. The Nigerian women treated me as an honored guest, setting me up at a table and offering tea and cake as they dictated to me. This was my way of being part of the prison community on my own terms, of trying to find a good balance between helping others and protecting myself. No matter how much I was hurting, I didn’t think it was right to ignore the fact that I could help other inmates with my ability to read and write in both Italian and English. At bedtime each night, I made a schedule for the next day, organized task by task, hour by hour. If I didn’t cross off each item, I felt I’d let myself down. I wrote as much as I could—journals, stories, poems. I could spend hours crafting a single letter to my family.
- The writing part is true.
- The touching details about helping other inmates is not. Knox kept to herself almost exclusively.
[Chapter 30, Page 387] The ways other prisoners had tried to kill themselves were well known—and I imagined myself trying them all. There was poisoning, usually with bleach. Swallowing enough and holding it in long enough was painfully difficult. Usually the vomiting would attract the attention of the guards too soon, and then they’d pump your stomach. It seemed an agonizing way to go if success wasn’t guaranteed. There was swallowing shards of glass from a compact mirror or a broken plastic pen, hitting your head against the wall until you beat yourself to death, and hanging yourself. But the most common and fail-safe method of suicide in prison was suffocation by a garbage bag—two prisoners on the men’s side did this successfully while I was there. You could even buy the bags off the grocery list. You’d pull the bag over your head, stick an open gas canister meant for the camping stove inside, and tie the bag off around your neck. The gas would make you pass out almost instantaneously, and if someone didn’t untie the bag immediately, that was it. Less effective but, I thought, more dignified was bleeding yourself to death. I imagined it would be possible to get away with enough time in the shower. The running water would deter cellmates from invading your privacy, and the steam would fog up the guard’s viewing window. I imagined cutting both my wrists and sinking into oblivion in a calm, quiet, hot mist. I wondered which straw would need to break for me actually to do any of these. What would my family and friends think? How would the guards find my body? I imagined myself as a corpse. It made me feel sick, not relieved, but it was a fantasy I had many times—terrible, desperate recurring thoughts that I never shared with a soul.
- Not sure why Knox is telling us this. Is it for shock value? Is she reveling in it?
[Chapter 30, Page 387] I thought about how much I wanted to get married and have kids. If I get released on good behavior when I’m forty-three, I can still adopt.
- Yes, adoption agencies won’t have an issue with a 43 year old woman who spent nearly her entire adult in jail for rape and murder now adopting a child.
[Chapter 30, Page 388] My mom couldn’t accept my sadness. She wrote, and talked to me, many times about how scared she was for me. “You’re changing, Amanda,” she said. “You’re not sunny anymore. I hope when you get out you can go back to being the happy person you were. “Mom,” I wrote back, “good things don’t always work out for good people. Sometimes shit happens for no reason, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
- You’re not sunny anymore? Well, after Massei didn’t buy it, I’d be pessimistic too.
- Shit happens for no reason? Sorry, Meredith.
[Chapter 30, Page 388] I desperately didn’t want to be forgotten. But more than worrying about the logistics of such a life, I was terrified that we were coming to a point where we wouldn’t understand one another. They still had the right to choose what to do with their lives; they had freedom. I didn’t. I was at the mercy of my wardens. I worried that my new prison identity wouldn’t make sense to them, and my mom was evidence of that. If enough time passed, we’d be speaking two different languages—and it would have nothing and everything to do with their English and my Italian.
- The first statement seems truthful, you really are desperate to not be forgotten.
- But if you wanted to lessen the burden, you could have just come clean, and gotten a much lighter sentence.
[Chapter 31, Page 393] Sitting beside me in the visitors’ room at Capanne, my friend Madison reached over and brushed my cheek. I flinched. “Baby, don’t worry. It’s just an eyelash,” she said. My skittishness horrified me. “I guess I’m just not used to people touching me anymore!’
- Too easy. I won’t even try with this one.
[Chapter 31, Page 394] After I was convicted, my family, my lawyers, my friends, other prisoners—even, bizarrely, prison officials—tried to console me by telling me that I’d surely have my sentence reduced, if not overturned, on appeal. Rocco and Corrado assured me that in Italy about half the cases win on appeal.
- Not true at all. Very few cases are overturned on appeal.
- You’d surely have your sentence reduced? Are you working on those fake tears?
[Chapter 31, Page 394] But I’d been burned so often I was terrified. Why would the Court of Appeals make a different decision from the previous court? Or from the pretrial judge? Both had accepted the prosecution’s version. With my case, the Italian judicial system was also on trial. My story was well known, and the world was watching. It’d be difficult for the judicial authorities to back down now.
- Good question. Why would they make a different decision?
- So, Mignini/Comodi’s case that you were involved in Meredith’s death was just a ‘‘version’‘? Was it their version of the truth?
- The judicial system is always on trial. Judgements have to be able to withstand public and legal scrutiny.
- You won’t get a fair appeal because their is media attention?
[Chapter 31, Page 394] One thing had changed: me. I was different. In the year since my conviction I’d decided that being a victim wouldn’t help me. In prison there were a lot of women who blamed others for their bad circumstances. They lived lethargic, angry lives. I refused to be that person. I pulled myself out of the dark place into which I’d tumbled. I promised myself I’d live in a way that I could respect. I would love myself. And I would live as fully as I could in confinement.
- Are you kidding? Being a ‘‘victim’’ got you all this fame, I mean notoriety.
- There are a lot of women who blame others for their circumstances? Others like Mignini, Ficarra, Guede….
- They lived lethargic, angry lives? Your book is dripping with rage.
- You refused to be that person? How exactly?
- Live in a way you can respect? You seem to have pretty low standards.