Charlie Wilkes
Illuminator
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Spoken with true religious conviction.
What I find preposterous is the level of certainty. If AK's appeal is successful, the so-called "guilters" would, I believe, concede that she was innocent. If it goes the other way, you guys will just not give up.
I hardly think the guilters will concede anything, ever.
If you look at the case as reported in December 2007, it seemed quite strong - they had a murder weapon, they had bleach receipts dated the morning after the murder, they had a partial confession, they had CCTV footage of Amanda entering the premises around the time of the murder. Raffaele's bloody shoe prints were found at the crime scene. The book Amanda claimed to have been reading at Raffaele's apartment on the night of the murder was actually found at the cottage where the murder took place. The clothes Amanda was seen wearing on the day of the murder were missing. It sounded like an open-and-shut case.
But, in the intervening period, a great deal has changed. The murder weapon doesn't fit the wounds on the victim's neck. The bleach receipts don't exist. The "confession" was typed up by someone besides Amanda, in Italian, and no recording or transcript exists to prove what was said. The shoe prints turned out to be Rudy's, not Raffaele's. The CCTV footage could be anyone. The book turned out to be right where Amanda said it was. And the clothing turned out to be right where she said as well - strewn across her bed, eventually hauled in and tested for blood with negative results.
In short, the case has fallen apart. All that remains are a few remnants of highly contested evidence. But I don't see any corresponding adjustment in the opinion of those who think Amanda is guilty. In fact, the tone of their commentary has grown steadily more hostile and uncompromising, and it is aimed not only at Amanda, but at her entire family. Here's something I saw a few days ago:
I sometimes feel like strangling Edda and Curt and Chris Mellas and the whole rotten lot of them. It´s not that I have a desire to kill them or even hurt them; it´s just that I have this inexplicable urge to wring their necks.
What I´m trying to say is that -- ah, yes, that´s it -- I wish they could somehow or other turn into rubber chickens, and then I could strangle them one at a time while their limp rubbery bodies flap back and forth. And I would bounce them against the wall, the ceiling and the floor. I would smack these rubber chickens upside the head and also not forget to give a good walloping to their bottoms. Yes, I would do all this and more. And then when I started to tire, I would let my cat have a go at them.
Oh, the delight.
Oh, the pleasure it would bring.
Do you really think these are the words of someone who will acquiesce to being wrong if Amanda wins her appeal?