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Vol. 8 No. 2
New Life Evangelistic Center PO BOX 473 St. Louis, MO 63166
Abandoned By the Justice System On February 9, 1979, I was at me. Another police walking to my girlfriend’s officer pulled up. At this house, cutting through a gated point the first officer community. When I walked put the barrel point in through the public open gate the middle of my chest area, I had an esophagus atand reached into my tack. This caused me to stum- pockets finding a lighter ble and black-out, falling into that looked like a gun, the snow. After 2 or 3 minutes which lit up for smokof laying in the cold snow, I ing cigarettes. I had it got up, wiped myself off and on me to show to my turned around to take the girlfriend. When the shorter route going down an detective found it in my alley to get to my girlfriend’s pocket, he threw it in home. the snow expressing, “I got you Mother F____ As I entered the alley, an for a “ACA”, (carry and off-duty detective who was concealed weapon), you working as a security guard some kind of pimp?” drove up almost hitting me (Cont. pg.6) with his vehicle. As I moved away from the vehicle, he jumped out of the vehicle pointing his service weapon
Special Services
In Memory of James Schnick
A twenty-seven-month in-depth investigation of the Schnick-Rucker murders that occurred in Elkland, MO 25 Sep. 1987, has produced exculpatory evidence that points to the wrongful conviction of James Schnick for these familicide type murders. Unfortunately, the jury could only rely on prejudicial and inflammatory evidence such as tainted, graphic photographs of the victim’s exhumed bodies, and deceptively obtained statements and confessions. As a result, the jury rendered a verdict of death 15 April 1988, for the three charges they were given to consider. Charges for the remaining four victim’s were not prosecuted at this time, but evidence regarding them was allowed by the Court. On appeal, the Missouri Supreme Court unanimously voted to overturn this verdict, and 19 Nov. 1991, ordered a new trial be held. The Webster County Prosecutors had several serious concerns when informed of the High Court’s ruling. Without a doubt the investigation would be reopened, and they would not have the benefit of the full-time assistance of the sheriff as he was no longer in office. To be certain the newly appointed Public Defenders from St. Louis would ask for and easily obtain a change of venue, which the attorneys at the first trial had not requested. Another critical problem they faced was the fact that a recently released report on a mental evaluation of the defendant, requested during the first trial but not completed until after the conviction, would certainly be used as it cast a favorable light for the Defense. Then there was perhaps the most difficult problem of all—Webster County could not afford the expense of another trial of this magnitude, which had previously reached worldwide media coverage and fractured the community almost beyond repair. Given these circumstances and knowing firsthand of the willingness on the part of the victim’s parents/grandparents to support a sentence of life without parole. Under certain conditions, at the first trial, they would be more eager to enter into plea bargain negotiations when the opportunity arose, as they knew it would. So, in spite of the Supreme Court ruling that a new trial be held, another injustice occurred, and currently James Schnick was serving three life sentences in the Missouri Dept. Of Corrections when he died at the age of 73 in the South-Central Correction Center in Licking, MO. Although James died in 2024 the cause of his death has still not (Continued on pg. 3) been determined.
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In Memory of James Schnick
Since being incarcerated in prison, Jim continued to better his education and became very active in prison ministry, served as a mentor on a number of occasions to other inmates, as a dedicated hospice volunteer, and active in the Promise Keepers prison group. He worked and performed in his employment as a perfect model for others. He received numerous certificates of commendation for outstanding job performance and service. Here lays the true tragedy—the fact that Jim Schnick has spent many years wrongfully incarcerated in a MO prison and spent more than 3 years on death row facing the horrors of losing his life. Fortunately, there is a Higher Power that allows him to live one day at a time incarcerated in a prison for crimes he never committed. No monetary value that can ever compensate him for the mental anguish he suffered for years. Sad, but true, within a short time the grandparents denied his two children the opportunity to communicate with their father. When birthday cards and other mail came to his children, the mail was returned with notes written on the back of the unopened envelopes stating his mail would not be accepted. Yes, Jim Schnick was ALSO a victim of this tragedy. From the beginning, he has never denied killing Steve Rucker in self-defense. It was Jim Schnick, the immediate family, and the community who would spend a lifetime coping, trying to understand, asking questions, and the worst part of all knowing...knowing that down deep things were not right, never were right from the get-go. Too many bizarre and unanswered questions continued to linger and constantly nag for respectable and honest answers. There could be no closure. Each of these was a victim as well. They would spend a lifetime coping, trying to understand, and asking the questions—why, why, why? ---Bill Dwayne Blevins
Recieving God’s Gift of Hope
You may have lost everything, but you can start all over if you do not lose hope. We are told in Isaiah 43:18-19, “Forget what happened! Don’t think about the past. I am creating something new. There it is! Do you see it? I have put roads in deserts, streams in thirsty lands.” So many are now depressed because the pain of the past and the unmet expectations of the present have removed all real hope for a miracle in their life. As a result, all they can think about is how they are going to exist in the present situation they are in which appears in their life. As a result, all they can think about is how they are going to exist in the present situation they are in which appears hopeless with no real future. The problem in just leaving our present circumstances provides no real solution, for the key is learning how to receive God’s gift of hope that brings forth miracles. Dr. Charles R. Ringma has stated, “If we live in hope, we have a future. If hope dies, then the future dies with it. The person who is without hope can only live with the legacy of the past and the circumstances of the present.”
Archbishop Oscar Romeo declared prior to his death by an assassin’s bullet, “Don’t be led astray either by the allure of power and money or by following false ideologies. True hope is not found there either. True hope is not found in a revolution of violence and bloodshed, and hope is not found in money and power-neither on the left nor on the right.” “The hope that we must account for and that makes us speak with valor is found in Christ, who reigns even after death, even after murderous death. And with Him reign all who have preached His justice, His love, His hope, and His peace.” The person who has learned to live with hope is the person who is living in the conscious presence of God’s miraculous power. In the awareness of God’s eternal presence and power, we are awakened to His love. This love is demonstrated not only through the wonders of creation, but also through the reality proclaimed in the Scriptures. There we learn that God has sent His son, the Resurrected Christ, who plows daily through our hopeless circumstances, planting seeds of hope both now and for all Pg. 3 eternity. (Continued on pg. 6)
Faith Is The Victory I was incarcerated for over 15 years. Upon release, the prison offered me no help, forcing me into homelessness. Even though my present life is hard and difficult, I still believe in Jesus, more today than ever before in my life. I now know, without a doubt--He is the only one who really can set prisoners free from sin, addiction and death! I trust Jesus to lead me into a better life as I surrender each day to His Way and not my way. ---Shawn Since an early age, I have been in and out of prisons. I was repeatedly imprisoned because of my rebellious and selfish attitudes and actions. I only thought of myself. I only lived for myself. But older and wiser now, I have come to realize Jesus has always been there all my life, despite my foolishness. He is even with me now! I am homeless but not hopeless. My faith remains solid. Please pray that I stop leaning upon my own understanding and trust Him more. ---Newell Last year I went back to jail due to a probation violation. I was locked down in my cell for 21 hours a day. But I discovered this was a blessing! I used these long hours, to learn more about God. After I served my time, I found it nearly impossible to find a job. Employers constantly rejected me due to my criminal record. If it were not for the Lord revealing Himself while I was imprisoned, strengthening my faith-- I would have given up. My favorite Scripture is Psalms 27:1: “The Lord is my light and salvation; I will fear no one. The Lord protects me from danger; I will not be afraid.” My only hope is in Christ and Him alone. ---Andre:
Isaiah 28:16-17 “See, I lay a stone in Zion, a tested stone, a precious cornerstone for a sure foundation; the one who relies on it will never be stricken with panic. I will make justice the measuring line and righteousness the plumb line; hail will sweep away your refuge, the lie, and water will overflow your hiding place. (NIV) Pg. 4
It Began When I Was 8 Years Old My downward path in life began when I was just 8 years old. The Division of Family Services took me away from my parents and I forced into the foster care system. I missed my dad and mom and I never felt I belonged. I tried to fill my deep pain and loneliness through drugs which lead me down a dark path of criminal activity. Spent many years in prison. After my mom passed away, my emptiness increased. I had no one and nothing else in life. I felt my life was over. That was when God came to my rescue! He shined His Loving Light into my darkness. It is still a daily challenge for me to forgive myself for my past actions and sins. But God reminds me He has taken my mistakes, my poor decisions, my sins and buries them into the deepest ocean-- and remembers them no more. I am closer to Jesus now. Allowing Him to make my crooked paths straight. Only He can help me. Please pray for my strength in Our Lord. ---J.R.
God Showed Me My Destruction Alcohol ruined my life and took everything from me. Through my years of drunkenness, I ended up in both jails and prisons. Even during the brutality and inhumane treatment while incarcerated, I never stopped drinking. One day, I had a fifth of alcohol in my hands and I just poured the whole bottle out unto the ground! God showed me all the destruction I caused through my drinking and He removed the desire of alcohol from my mind, body and soul! I hated this drug like God hates sin. I went into rehab and have remained sober for months. Now I had been in and out of rehabs most of my life and they never worked until I found Jesus! Through soberity, I can see clearly how He has saved my life for this very moment to be re united with Him! ---Michael
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IRVING BERRY’S STORY CONTINUED from front page
You are invited to share your story for the next issue of the Cry Justice Journal. Send your information to: Larry Rice PO Box 473 St. Louis, MO 63166 Be sure you have documentation To support your story.
Receiving God’s Gift of Hope Continued from pg. 3 Because Christ is risen, we have the gift of hope. This reality is demonstrated through every seed that is planted and the resurrected into a wonderful plant with the purpose planned at the time of its creation. The Creator of all commands through His creation and the power of His word, “Do not fear; for I am with you, do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and Help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” (Isaiah 41:10) Pg. 6
The Night They Killed My Husband 10:10 pm, December 5, 1995. I held the phone, crying and begging my husband not to hang up. Not to leave me, not to say goodbye. Around 8pm, the Governor said that he would not intervene to save my husband’s life. When we heard this, Bob said, “Honey, short of God coming down on a white charger, I’m going home tonight.” He started telling me where he wanted me to scatter his ashes, what to do with his belongings, who to give messages to. I didn’t want to hear any of this!! So calm, loving, concerned about me. He told me he could not stand the thought of me growing old alone, please don’t make him a martyr or an idol. And he sat there on the phone, asking God to give me someone to share my life with as I grew older. I screamed and cried for him to stop. Robert Earl O’Neal II, my husband of three weeks. I had not been allowed to be in the same room with him or touch him since our wedding—Nov. 17. Everyday we sat visiting with him in a cage, handcuffed, talking on crackling phones, separated by sheets of glass. I never was able to hold his hand again, or pray sitting together, hug him, nothing from Nov. 17 to the very day he died. Sitting in the holding cell the last two days of his life, we talked, prayed, sang hymns, shared. With me behind a big red line sitting in a chair taped to the floor. Bob was in a cage, a cell where the light is never turned off. It burns over your head 24 hours a day. A guard watches and records all movements. Along with a camera on the wall. Bob was sitting on the floor and the man watching him allowed me to also sit on the floor behind the red line. He told me he would get me a blanket or something to put under me. Coming back a few moments later, he said he wasn’t allowed to. There is a big round clock next to the cage that seems to demand your attention. The hours click by like seconds. Time to go, a guard escorts me out. All we could do was take one last look at each other. I had this overwhelming hurting desire to reach over and try to touch him, if it was just his fingertip. But out I was taken, to pass by the bleachers and chairs, set up to watch the murder of my husband that night at 12:01 am.
Entering the prison that night at 10:30 pm with friends Larry & Penny Rice, to be searched and frisked, then taken into a waiting area until the time came, I looked at these people. The spit and polish Potosi E-team as they proudly wear on their hats. Earlier they had been scurrying around like ants at a picnic. They had the nerve to ask me if I wanted a cup of coffee. They had no problem looking me straight in the eyes. An older man and a woman sat at a table watching us as we waited. The man would look away when I would look him in the eye. “There is still hope for this man,” I thought to myself. We had to empty our pockets and put all belongings in a metal box that was locked and taken away. We would be given our things back when it was over. I have a heart problem and had four nitro tabs with me. I didn’t know if watching my husband be strapped to a table and killed would give me a heart attack. When they saw my nitro, the man at the table called Bowersox, the warden. Bowersox told him to take the pills away from me. I asked, “What if I need the?”-- I was informed that if I did, I could tell them and they would be brought. If I needed them, I wouldn’t have time to tell them! It was time, they announced, so we walked, every step bringing me closer to seeing my darling husband killed. It is sad when we lose a loved one no matter how, but to see and know the exact time and watch as they perform the ritual, I cannot explain. Bob had requested that we pray in the spirit the entire time until he was announced dead. He also told me not to cry, that we had to glorify God all the way. That people could only see Jesus in us both. I thought it was impossible, but when the time came, the Holy Spirit took over. They make a big production of the legal murders that they perform there. Loudspeakers announcing the countdown to open the curtains. At that time all the curtains open together. The phone rang at 12:00; we waited. We prayed. At 12:15, when the curtains opened, there was my husband laying there on the table, strapped down and covered with a sheet. He smiled and said, “I love you” and started Continued on pg. 9 Pg. 7
Voices of Hope From Behind Prison Walls Johnnie was a fellow inmate who seemed to struggle with life’s challenges. He was serving a life sentence and had been incarcerated for 25 years. Johnnie was 40 years old and had serious doubts about God and committing to any religion. For him, putting his faith in Christ meant he would have to follow rules and live a certain way in the eyes of others, I had to admit to him, “When you take up the cross, just know, it’s a hard road. But keep your trust in God, even if you are scared. One day, after having served 25 years, Johnnie was preparing for a parole hearing. He expressed serious doubts about a positive outcome. So, he asked, “Antwann, what do you think I should do or say at the hearing?” Instead of telling him to pray, I prayed with him. I led the prayer, and it went something like this... Heavenly Father, we first and foremost want to give you thanks for everything. We want to bring before you this prayer and petition for Johnnie. God only you know the hearts of those who would be judging him. So, we ask for your mercy and grace to see through their eyes, hear with your ears, speak with their tongue and soften their hearts. In Christ Jesus name-Amen. Johnnie thanked me and carried on with his usual activities. A week or so later I heard that Johnnie went to the hole (administrative segregation-a wing in the prison with cells for inmates who broke the institutions conduct code and were deemed necessary to be temporarily removed from general population.) Instead of scolding him. I said “Noone is perfect, we all make mistakes. So how did the parole hearing go?” He stated, “I got my answer in the mail a week later, so I knew they denied me so there was no point in reading it.” “You don’t know what it said, and you gave up,” I responded. After he got settled in, I asked him if I could please at least read the response. When I opened that envelope and read the letter a tear fell from my eye. Johnnie’s reaction
to this was, “I told you they don’t care about us.” I looked Johnnie straight in the eyes and said, “No there’s power in prayer. You go home in five months.” Johnnie snatched the letter from my hands in disbelief. For the first time I honestly witnessed a SENSE of HOPE in Johnnie. What I realized in that moment was how we have so little faith in prayer. The power of prayer helps us gain comfort in the things unseen, God and his infinite wisdom are far beyond our finite comprehension. Just like Johnnie, there t will come a time when you’re faced with a situation or uncertainty. Trust in Matthew 11:28, when God spoke through Jesus and Isaiah 61:1 said, “Come to me...and I will give you rest.” At some point every head shall bow. 1 Thes- The Spirit of the salonians 5:17 says, “Pray without ceasing,” Sovereign Lord is on me, bebecause THERE’S POWER IN PRAYER! cause the Lord ---Antwann Johnson has anointed me to proclaim Discover the stories and cases of good news to those behind prison walls by going the poor. He has to the Cry Justice Websitee at www. sent me to bind nlecstl.org then scroll down to the up the brokenbottom and click on Cry Justice Now. hearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners. (NIV)
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The Night They Killed My Husband continued from pg 7 praying. The loudspeaker was announcing STAGE 1... two or more stages to go. But as we were praying, Bob, I believe, was taken by God, not the killing machine. He was praying and it seemed like his spirit just left him. You could almost see it rise. My husband had given his life to the Lord two years before. In such a short time as a Christian, he ran far and fast with the Lord. I always called him my modern-day Paul. And so, he proved to be, right down to his last breath. He knew what was meant by Amazing Grace; it wasn’t just a song to him. He knew of God’s mercy, love, forgiveness, and grace. Forgive them, he told me—and pray for them. I know that Bob is in Heaven with the Lord; he is Home. And each day I pray that God will give me the forgiveness and love, that my precious Bob possessed. A thousand years is like a day to God, time means nothing... I love you Bob---and I’ll see you in just a minute....... By Lynn O’Neal
Capital Punishment • Does not deter crime • Is disciminatory and Arbitrary • Assures the execution of innocent people • Has no place in civilized society
THE INMATE’S WIFE SILENTLY EACH DAY I WAIT FOR I AM THE WIFE OF AN INMATE. FAMILY AND FRIENDS DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY I STAND BEHIND THIS MAN. HE DID WRONG, THERE IS NO DOUBT THAT’S WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT. MY CHILDREN AND I HAVE BEEN ABUSED BY SOCIETY, WE HAVE BEEN ACCUSED. FROM OUR HOME WE HAD TO FLEE WHEN HE GAVE A GUILTY PLEA. NOW, BEHIND MY PRISON WALLS I AWAIT PROBATIONS CALL. ON THE DAY HE COMES TO ME I WILL KNOW WE WILL BOTH BE FREE. UNTIL THE DAY HE HOLDS MY HAND I’LL DO TIME BESIDE MY MAN. FOR I’M THE WIFE OF AN INMATE AND SILENTLY EACH DAY I WAIT. BY WANDA STEVENS
Psalm 142:7 “Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.” (NIV) Pg. 9
He Took the Rap He took the rap. He paid the price. He was executed for you and me. Jesus Christ, the world’s greatest revolutionary, stood up to the system of injustice, although innocent, He died in order that we may be set free from the slavery of sin and death. He paid the price in full as certified by His physical resurrection from the dead. Yes, Jesus was too revolutionary for the grave and now because He is risen, we can also rise up and overcome every problem to be “more than conquerors through Jesus Christ who strengthens us.” If you want more information and a free Bible Study course, just write: Larry Rice c/o New Life Evangelistic Center PO Box 473 St. Louis, MO 63166
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Eye Witness
Words cannot adequately describe what it is like to watch three healthy, able-bodied men be put to death before your very eyes. Robert Sidebottom, Robert O’Neal, and Jeff Sloan all asked me to be witness as the State killed them by lethal injection. As Robert Sidebottom was dying, he held his Bible and then leaned over and looked at us and slowly closed his eyes and died. Across from us in the other witness booth were members of the media and individuals from the Attorney General’s office. Some were moving from side to side, others were stretching their necks, not wanting to miss a single stroke. It looked like a regular circus for these casual observers. When Robert O’Neal was killed, he asked my wife Penny and myself to be with his wife Lynn as she witnessed his death. Two hours earlier he told me over the phone that he wanted to leave his inmate account of around $100 to New Life Evangelistic Center. Weeks after his death, the State sent a check for less than $13. Robert was particularly upset when he was told the State was not only going to kill him but was shipping his body to Columbia to cut it up in an autopsy. As Robert died, he way praying along with his wife Lynn. The State had refused to allow Lynn to take her nitro pills for her sever heart condition into the witness chamber. After the killing was completed and Penny and I were helping Lynn out of the car to the motel room, she collapsed. Penny stayed with her for some time afterwords. Even though she requested it, neither the State nor the Continued on pg. 12
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Reflections of a Mother by Beverly Sidebottom whose son Robert was executed by lethal injection.
As I sit here tonight, pondering what to write on the subject of what really is a mother, the execution of my son Robert brings a lot of questions to my mind. I had a very good relationship with my son, Robert. I think back to when he was a baby and all the joy that he brought into my life, nursing him through all of his illnesses, through the times when he would fall and get hurt and how he would feel secure in my arms. The times when we would go for walks to the park up the street from where we lived. He had the sweetest little smile. Robert used to love it when I read to him. He would sight read and tell me exactly what was in the pages of his little books. I saw Robert grow up so fast. I remember all the little things he did for me like cleaning the house for me when I was working. He even baked a cake once for his great grandmother. I remember how she looked so surprised. all the days of my life I will never forget the times we would go fishing—all the time we would play badminton together in our back yard. I remember the time that he had warts on his knees and he wanted to go to the doctor and have them removed. I told him to wait just a little longer, and to pray again for God to heal them. One day he came in and said, “Mom, look! All the warts are completely gone!” I believe that my son had a lot of faith in Jesus Christ. As a mother I can say that I am proud of the man that my son turned out to be. I had taught him to respect those who were older than him. And was so pleased when the guards at Potosi Correctional Center said they appreciated all the respect he showed them. No matter what anyone thought, I knew my son. I knew that he had grown up
to be the man I always knew he would. Since his death at the hands of the state, even though they had no physical evidence linking him to the crime, I have talked to so many death row inmates who have told me how much he loved to talk about Jesus, He will always live in my heart and he will always be a part of me. And I am looking forward to seeing him again in our home in Heaven with Jesus.
Eyewitness continued from pg. 10 morticians returned her husband’s wedding ring to her. As the State killed Jeff Sloan, he looked over at all of us and mouthed “I love you.” Then he coughed twice and died. As I sat there looking at his dead body. I envisioned the coroner trying the tag to his toe and checking on the death certificate “homicide” after he wrote the word “legal” over it. Now I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about my three friends whom the State has murdered. The crucifixion of Christ has never been so real to me. His words uttered from the cross “Father forgive them for they know not what they are doing” are so true today. Days before Robert Sidebottom died, I asked him if he could say anything straight to the Governor and the Attorney General, what would it be. Robert’s response was “I would just tell them I forgive them.” All my life I thought I knew how to die. But it was Robert Sidebottom, Robert O’Neal and Jeff Sloan who showed me how to die in the peace and assurance of eternal life through the saving grace of Jesus Christ. My prayer is that I may now live to fight, in their memory, the ongoing murders by the State which has become so acceptable by so many who call themselves Christians. “Father forgive them for they know not what they are doing.” ---By Larry Rice
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Bitter or Better? by Mark Glenn
I was only 17 years old when I was beaten, battered and bruised by a racist Saint Louis City police officer. While I thought I had survived the worst of this abusive incident, the worst was yet to come. The original jaywalking ticket was transformed to: Resisting arrest, Disturbing the Peace and interfering with an Officer. I resisted arrest when I saw the officer reach for his gun: I ran. Definitely, peace was disturbed when the officer smashed my head thru a plate glass window and I yelled: “Somebody Help Me!” The only interference I gave this officer were in my efforts in saving my life. The only real law that was broken was my jaywalking. All the other charges were lies to cover up his abuse. I was angry and bitter about this injustice! I wanted revenge against the racist officer! It just wasn’t fair! I could have remained bitter and went down the path of being a hateful person, possibly becoming a career criminal. But it was thru the Gospel of Jesus Christ, given to me thru Larry and Penny Rice a year earlier which moved me from being bitter to better! I trusted Our Lord Jesus to work this bad incident for my good and for His glory! DO YOU TRUST HIM? WILL YOU SURRENDER YOUR BITTERNESS TO HELP HIM MAKE YOU BETTER?
The Prosecution Complex
has become the law of the land. More victims of justice are being created. Juries seem to think that prosecutors are always right. They are not as particular as they should be where prosecutors must prove their case. With the prevalence of a prosecution complex the defendants must prove their innocence. The prosecution complex causes those who should be working for justice to instead respond to community pressure rather than focusing on the facts. Another factor contributing to the creation of victims of
justice--defense lawyers, by nature, have a difficult time representing innocent clients. They don’t usually go looking everywhere for new information because they don’t want to turn up anything damaging that can be used against their clients. Instead, they frequently concentrate on attacking the prosecution’s evidence. The reason being, the state has the burden to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant is guilty of the crime that he is being charged with. But with the prosecution complex, prosecutors begin to lose their ability to recognize that the defendant is entitled to go free when the evidence isn’t there to prove them guilty. Prosecutors begin to assume the de-
fendant is guilty and the lack of evidence is just another ‘technicality.’ As a result, innocent people aree imprisoned. Prosecutors then feel that they can do almost anything they want to do without fear of public criticism. In fact, the only time they seem to be criticized is when they take action to preserve human rights and then it is perceived as ‘being lenient.’ It is time we took a stand and remember the words of Dr. Marin Luther King, “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” ---Larry Rice
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