MONDAY, MARCH 3, 2008
When the Truth Comes Out
While waiting for Supreme Court ruling, I thought about fixing some old problems that I had totally left behind. Such as the position of Patrick, since he was exonerated.
His case has been instructive for us. It shows, for instance, how a PM can influence a GIP.
Indeed, Dr. Mignini reported that the message Amanda sent to Patrick was ".... See you later." He forgot to include the last sentence of the sms, which was "Good night." Obviously, that "Good night" changes the meaning of the "see you later" completely.
The GIP did not verify directly, so a second element apparently against Patrick was packaged. At least until the lawyers got ahold of that evidence and the truth came out.
So we shouldn't be worried when we are accused. If we are innocent, we have to know that even if the PM and the police play in their usual way, and even if a GIP trusts them blindly, in the end the truth will emerge.
I waited for a long time before going to see to Patrick. I wanted to talk to him long after the stressful days had passed. In my head, it was my way of celebrating his innocence and clarifying some remaining elements. Something I already knew but that I wanted to hear directly from him. But even four months later, even after normal life has resumed, it wasn't easy. I've found a very different person from the one I new before and the one who appears publicly.
He agreed to be interviewed for this website, but after just a few words he got madder and madder for --I believe-- no reason. After five minutes he was yelling at the top of his voice and hitting the table over and over with all his strength.
He must be very anxious because of the questions journalists still ask him, and he probably reacted to me the way he cannot react with perfect strangers.
By the way, taking out all the insults (from one side) and all the apologies (from the other side) I can try to isolate a few things he told me in the rage of that totally out-of-control conversation.
"I have a Vodafone SIM. It doesn't "work" in the bar and I always leave it here, you see, just here. It's the only place where it "works" a little bit. That evening my cellphone was here. I don't know how it could have hooked the cell of via S.Antonio. Now that you ask me, I have to remember to ask my lawyers because it's really a mystery for me.
"It's not true what the Sunday Mirror reported about what I said about the police, I already explained that on Matrix.
"Sunday Mirror ... Mail on Sunday, I don't know... What you read in the newspapers is always fake. If they reported my own words they reported them wrongly. Unless you play me a tape. With Gente it happened the same about what a journalist wrote. We had to tell Gente to change what the journalist had reported that I had said and they didn't have a record. They had to apologize.
"The police did not treat me badly. They just did their job. And the police are the police. They're not supposed to be kind or sweet--otherwise, what kind of police are they?
"Amanda accused me because it's normal in the States accusing a "negro". If you take all the "negros" who are in jail in the States... out of 20, 19 are inside unjustly. They just put the blame on them. And Amanda did the same... The way she learned.
"They couldn't have come to ask for my suggestions after having made the trouble, because we weren't friends.
Yes, she was working for me but that doesn't mean we were friends. You remember, for instance, those girls we were meeting in the past? Those were friends. And they weren't working with us. But Amanda absolutely wasn't. It's normal. Rarely people who work together are friends. This is not a joke. I have a son, even if they had asked me a suggestion, even when everything was already done, I would have immediately called the police because I have a wife and a son, I understand what that means losing a son. It's not a joke. It's not like... "What should I do, I broke the bathroom or the kitchen". She really ruined my life.
"There's not a price for what I'm going through. No, it's not over. People still point at me as a murderer. Still now, yes, and they will always do it. Why don't you ask my wife what she's going through. Yes, still now. The little bit of money is nothing for me. I've always been rich by family. People take a mortgage to buy a house, I paid in cash. Why don't you go to check? And I've taken this place as a "business lease". I pay rent here. And it has even been closed for a long time.You should ask me if I've really taken those money.
"Of course it's not true that I sold the re-opening of the bar! And who should I have sold it to? Not even to S.M., what do you know of S.M? I just didn't want the journalists inside that evening! Because I just wanted to stay quiet, without journalists. Out of respect for Meredith.
"How can you ask me if I've really taken this money after the fifteen years that you know me? I had to pay the lawyers, you know this? And the bar was closed!"
A technical explanation of his sim hooking the cell of via S.Antonio is kindly provided to me by his lawyer. Patrick and Amanda exchanged their sms while he was at the bar and she in Corso Garibaldi. In the middle there's via S.Antonio, and that's why it appeared that Patrick's cellphone was in via S.Antonio instead of the bar.
The lawyer uses the occasion to remind me that even the presumed change of cellphone never occurred, whatever importance it may have had. If you ask, just to know, why Patrick admitted it, even the lawyer gets mad...
Things that are not that difficult to explain, it seems. No reason to overreact. But... It's up to your personal taste.
I've already apologized to Patrick if my questions were so uncomfortable, so terrible. But it was just in order to have his answers. The answer, that's what counts. If someone reports the wrong answer, that's when you have to get mad.
By the way, I had always defined Patrick as the mildest and most innocuous person in Perugia. Especially when everyone thought he was the murderer. Now, of course, I've changed my mind. I've seen a different Patrick, and I hope that while talking to me he didn't break his hand. Or his table. It's in these critical moments that you really come to know how someone truly is. And this time I found a person who is innocent, yes, but not nice to talk to. And a "heavy" atmosphere, a sad pub where you don't have fun anymore.
Better leave him alone for the next couple of years and, especially, never tell him "See you later".
FRANK SFARZO AT 8:31 PM