The one jury I sat on was a Prostitution and Pandering, case. The woman accused was an older black woman, bruises all over her face, a beating which resulted with the loss of one eye. You should have heard the testimony from certain Police Officers. You should have heard the questions asked by both lawyers and the judge. And when the jury was alone in the back room, you should have heard what my fellow jury members said about the case, and about the woman accused. Not nice things, I assure you.
The fact she was wearing high heels at 2pm in the afternoon, must have come up at least a dozen times.
I don't know what world you live in, but the more attention you keep forcing into the public eye, the harder she will be the one looked at. (And you know why.)
We live in a world where drinking and wearing makeup (makeup?) are criticized under a microscope by supposedly sophisticated, open minded people.
And without meeting her, having a conversation with her, I'm not going to presume she's smart, innocent, or helpless.
I'm a woman.
I know what women are capable of.
And,
After reading alllllllll your spews over this whole thing,
I,
A woman,
Find you mister,
Utterly disgusting.
How dare you act like you're some savior. A hero after the fact.
Thank you public forum.
Don't worry, you and I will never meet.
Ever.
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