neighborhoods...
I grew up in a neighborhood.
I knew who was datin' who, knew when a gnarly fight went down, which store sold booze to the underage boyz, which bro had da kine buds, who sold LSD, shrooms, and coke. We knew when V13 was fighting Culver City or Santa Monica, gunshots, sirens and helicopters were late night noises. Sometimes people die.
If a neighborhood experiences a tragically brutal, bloody, out of the ordinary murder, such as what happened when Miss Meredith Kercher was stabbed to her death, everyone should have known of it immediately. This wasn't a drug deal gone wrong murder, nor a domestic family dispute, nor a car crash victim.
It was a very brutal, cold blooded murder.
People gather, people talk, asking themselves questions such as "what were you doing last night when it happened, did you see anything, did you hear anything?"
People take precautions, some people, fearfull, even leave town.
A guy who lives on the streets for a decade is a local fixture in his neighborhood.
The residents know he's a bum, however eccentric or harmless.
He knows what goes down in his neighborhood.
He made certain "friends" in higher places who know of his chosen "lifestyle".
He knows what he has to do, the right thing to do, for he has experience, having testified in an earlier murder trail.
The day that Miss Meredith Kercher is found stabbed to her death, the neighborhood is crawling with cops and media.
People are talking, consoling themselves, showing concern for their neighbor and loved ones.
The homeless bum, he who has "friends",
does not approach the police, nor any media present to tell them anything of what he saw the night before starting at 9:27pm.,
even though there might be a financial incentive from the media to do so by telling his story and it might also help his "friends" catch a cold blooded, brutal killer of a young foreign student in a town that derives much income from foreign students.
The homeless bum did not see nor hear anything.
The person who brutally stabbed Miss meredith Kercher to her death was sly, he concealed his identity outside the apartment well.
Raffaelel Solecito and Amanda Knox where not hanging around outside for hours, not even mere minutes on that cold night.
Meredith Kercher did not scream out in a blood curdling voice as she was stabbed to her death.
Antonio Curatolo knows this, for he is a fixture of the neighborhood, and knows everything, even the correct time.
He also knows the witness game, as I surely do too, yet he never came forward to help the police.
He is, I believe, simply a puppet whose strings are pulled by very powerfull "friends", a pawn in a very old chess match...
But I wonder of something though,
did Antonio Curatolo even approach the police that day to ask what had happened?
That would be something, to see a video clip or a photo with him in the background, talkin' with a cop...
Peace,
RWVBWL
PS-I have just read that recent visitor to Perugia, Italy paid Mr. Antonio Curatolo $$$ to take his photograph.
I wonder how much he was paid to tesify against Raffaele Sollecito and Amanda Knox?
Hmmm...
I'm still waiting on where anyone proposes the alleged contamination occurred. Not from shoebox, not from disposable *tweezers*, pipettes, gloves, cuvettes etc
