Monday, July 27, 2015
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Tonight, before the entertainment hangout, I recorded a few thoughts about what's going on with M3. It's been a few months since the last time I recorded an editor's note and I want to continue improving the quality and quantity of content we publish on our platforms. A lot of what does that is soliciting feedback from our audience and from our online communities to get a better understanding of what interests them most. These notes can be a part of that process. Feel free to inbox me on Facebook or to send me an e-mail with your questions or comments.
Tuesday, July 07, 2015
I rarely, if ever, feel guilty for the scum I put in prison. Maybe having prosecuted three hundred or more criminals has made me cynical, having heard every possible, yet implausible, defense. But I felt sorry for Ronald Williams. He was going to die Friday and I had good reason to believe there was nothing I could do about it. That was until Terri decided to recant her statement.
Two days ago, she arrived like a college girl wandering the dormitory, barefoot, wearing nothing but a very long T-shirt that grabbed her knees when she sat. She was at home in this place, the interview room at the county jail. Her hair, a mass of copper brown, a shinny new penny, loosely pulled behind her ears. Along her arms, her skin was tattooed with flowers and small daggers drawn in deep blue ink. Others, on her legs, right up to her mid-thigh, were harder for a polite person to look at. She pulled a cigarette, lit and dragged it, then began to talk.