Saturday, June 8, 2024

Amanda Knox: Wrongfully convicted of slander. False confession case and much more. Her quest to be cleared: The powerful statement she delivered to the court of Appeals in Florence - before being unjustly convicted of slander: "A lot of people think that the worst night of my life was on December 4th, 2009, when I was convicted of a murder I didn’t commit and sentenced to 26 years in prison. But it wasn’t. The worst night of my life was on November 5, 2007. That was the might that police questioned her for hours overnight, in a language she barely knew, without an official translator of lawyer…"On November 5th, the police questioned me for hours overnight, in a language I barely knew, without an official translator or lawyer. They refused to accept my answer that I was with Raffaele at his apartment and I didn’t know who killed Meredith. They asked me the same questions over and over again, calling into question everything I said……... When I tried to explain that I hadn’t met Patrick, they refused to believe me. Over and over again, they called me a liar. But I was not lying, and I was utterly terrified. When a police officer told me that my boyfriend Raffaele claimed I was not with him on the night of the murder, and that there was physical proof of my presence at the crime scene connecting me to the crime, neither of which was true, I was utterly destabilized. I couldn’t understand why the police, who I had been raised to trust and obey, were treating me this way."


amandaknox (@Amanda Knox) posted: Yesterday, the Court of Appeals in Florence upheld my conviction for slander after I gave some emotional testimony. I came to Italy to show I wasn't afraid, to look the judge and jury in the eyes, and to hear the verdict from their own lips.


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PASSAGE OF THE  DAY: "Recognizing my distress yet willingness to cooperate, the police told me I must have witnessed something so horrible that my mind blocked it out. And they threatened me with thirty years in prison if I didn’t recall every detail. So I tried to remember what I couldn’t remember. When I couldn’t immediately recover these supposedly lost memories, one of the officers slapped me on the back of the head and shouted, “Remember! Remember!”    Eventually, I pieced together an incoherent jumble of memories from many different days–and the police typed up a statement and had me sign it. I had been bullied into submission and was too exhausted and confused to resist. The interrogation was a violation of my human rights."

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PASSAGE TWO OF THE DAY: " This document is evidence that a scared 20-year-old girl was lied to and abused by the police until she was psychologically destabilized enough to not trust her own memories. It is evidence of a girl in a moment of existential crisis, who was outnumbered and outwitted, but who nevertheless was trying to do the right thing."

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STATEMENT: Delivered  by Amanda Knox (in Italian) to the Court of Appeals in Florence, on June 5, 2024.

GIST: "A lot of people think that the worst night of my life was on December 4th, 2009, when I was convicted of a murder I didn’t commit and sentenced to 26 years in prison. But it wasn’t. The worst night of my life was on November 5, 2007. 

Just days earlier, I had come home to discover the cottage in which I lived transformed into a gruesome crime scene, and my friend and roommate, Meredith, transformed into a victim of horrific violence. I was utterly shocked, but instead of running home to the safety of my family, I stayed in Perugia to assist the police in their investigation. I was in shock, exhausted, homeless, and thousands of miles away from my family. I had never been so unanchored and vulnerable in my life. 

On November 5th, the police questioned me for hours overnight, in a language I barely knew, without an official translator or lawyer. They refused to accept my answer that  I was with Raffaele at his apartment and I didn’t know who killed Meredith. They asked me the same questions over and over again, calling into question everything I said. Then the police discovered a text message I had sent to Patrick on November 1st, saying, “Ci vediamo piu tardi.” This was my poor attempt at translating the English expression “see you later” into Italian. In English, "see you later" means “goodbye,” but the police mistakenly concluded that I had made an appointment to see Patrick the night of the murder, and therefore, that I was lying about my whereabouts and somehow involved with the crime. They insisted that I had met with Patrick and demanded to know what we had done. When I tried to explain that I hadn’t met Patrick, they refused to believe me. Over and over again, they called me a liar. But I was not lying, and I was utterly terrified. When a police officer told me that my boyfriend Raffaele claimed I was not with him on the night of the murder, and that there was physical proof of my presence at the crime scene connecting me to the crime, neither of which was true, I was utterly destabilized. I couldn’t understand why the police, who I had been raised to trust and obey, were treating me this way.

Recognizing my distress yet willingness to cooperate, the police told me I must have witnessed something so horrible that my mind blocked it out. And they threatened me with thirty years in prison if I didn’t recall every detail. So I tried to remember what I couldn’t remember. When I couldn’t immediately recover these supposedly lost memories, one of the officers slapped me on the back of the head and shouted, “Remember! Remember!”   

Eventually, I pieced together an incoherent jumble of memories from many different days–and the police typed up a statement and had me sign it. I had been bullied into submission and was too exhausted and confused to resist. The interrogation was a violation of my human rights.

Finally left to myself, I scrambled to try to reassemble my sanity. Even though I was still in a daze, my supposedly recovered memories did not seem accurate, and I realized that I could not stand in front of a jury and testify to the statements I had signed. I tried to bring this to the police’s attention, but they were too busy rushing to arrest an innocent man so they could announce to the television cameras, “Case closed.” “You’ll remember the truth with time,” was all they said. So, I asked for a piece of paper and wrote the document that is in question today. 

This document was addressed to my interrogators, and though I was terrified that they would again become angry with me, yell at me and hit me, my primary goal was to recant the earlier statements.

I wanted the police to know that I was doing my best to collaborate. I was not lying. On the contrary, I was desperately trying to understand if those confused images that the police pushed me to evoke could be true.And until I knew which of my memories was true, I would not testify against Patrick. I could not be the witness against Patrick that the police wanted me to be. I didn’t know who killed Meredith. There was no way for me to know. 

Patrick was not just my boss; he was my friend. I would never knowing accuse an innocent person, much less a friend, of a grave crime. Patrick gave me the opportunity to practice Italian by serving customers in his pub. He looked out for me. The day before our arrests, he consoled me for the terrible loss of my friend. I feel terrible that I was not strong enough to resist the pressure from the police, and that he suffered as a result. At the first moment of reprieve from that pressure, I wrote this document to recant the statements I had signed under duress, and to remove any suspicion from Patrick. 

This document is evidence that a scared 20-year-old girl was lied to and abused by the police until she was psychologically destabilized enough to not trust her own memories. It is evidence of a girl in a moment of existential crisis, who was outnumbered and outwitted, but who nevertheless was trying to do the right thing.

This is why I humbly ask the court to find me not guilty."

The entire statement can be read at:


SEE BREAKDOWN OF  SOME OF THE ON-GOING INTERNATIONAL CASES (OUTSIDE OF THE CONTINENTAL USA) THAT I AM FOLLOWING ON THIS BLOG,  AT THE LINK BELOW:  HL:


https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/120008354894645705/4704913685758792985


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FINAL WORD:  (Applicable to all of our wrongful conviction cases):  "Whenever there is a wrongful conviction, it exposes errors in our criminal legal system, and we hope that this case — and lessons from it — can prevent future injustices."

Lawyer Radha Natarajan:

Executive Director: New England Innocence Project;


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FINAL, FINAL WORD: "Since its inception, the Innocence Project has pushed the criminal legal system to confront and correct the laws and policies that cause and contribute to wrongful convictions.   They never shied away from the hard cases — the ones involving eyewitness identifications, confessions, and bite marks. Instead, in the course of presenting scientific evidence of innocence, they've exposed the unreliability of evidence that was, for centuries, deemed untouchable." So true!

Christina Swarns: Executive Director: The Innocence Project;

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YET ANOTHER FINAL WORD:


David Hammond, one of Broadwater's attorneys who sought his exoneration, told the Syracuse Post-Standard, "Sprinkle some junk science onto a faulty identification, and it's the perfect recipe for a wrongful conviction.



https://deadline.com/2021/11/alice-sebold-lucky-rape-conviction-overturned-anthony-broadwater-12348801


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