( continues...) seriously just look at Mr. Floyd like he was crazy, start to stand up to object, and the judge, who had his head tilted back and his eyes closed, would say "SUSTAINED" before she even fully stood up, much less said anything). Mr. Floyd seemed to think he was in some kind of circus. Or possibly a movie. He kept trying CRAZYASS tactics to make the story of Paul seem ridiculous.
For example, Mr. Floyd kept coming back to the idea that Paul, Lamiek, Kevin, and Paul's cellie Garvey were all in the cell together, according to Paul. Kept trying to prove there was NO WAY the four men could've all fit there at once! Which, please.
Then Mr Floyd tried to somehow show that Paul being a career snitch meant he was making it up. And that (gasp!) Paul was a ho-mo-SEX-ual! AND has...well, Mr. Floyd wants to be circumspect, he says--Paul is VERY SICK, isn't he? (HIV he doesn't mention, but it's clear. And then Paul's medical records are put in evidence anyway). AND he's on (gasp) PROZAC! So couldn't he just be...DELUSIONAL?!? AND, Kevin is a Muslim. In fact, he may have been functioning as the imam in the cellblock. Calling for prayer (Kevin wore a kufi every day to the trial, pointedly). Preaching to Paul about homosexuality. Didn't Paul HIT ON HIM, and get TURNED DOWN, and get mad and make this up?? PLUS, hadn't Kevin lived in Southeast his whole life? While Lamiek had lived in Northeast? Doesn't that mean they couldn't have known each other before jail? (The prosecution pointed out that Kevin did have a *car*...but them being friends before wasn't really the point, and yet Mr. Floyd kept jumping on the whole geography thing) And isn't it true that Fatima doesn't actually have a cousin named Angela??!?! (The prosecution and defense stipulated that no, Fatima does not have a cousin named Angela. But that didn't mean the conversation didn't take place, it could've just meant Kevin was wrong). Etc. Etc. And on, and on.
And so on, and so forth. Lamiek's lawyer barely even tried. He was a tiny old white man, who didn't say much, didn't ask much, and didn't present any witnesses. Of course, Mr. Floyd presented witnesses that included a woman who came in, said she'd known Kevin from the time he was 2, until he was 12, but couldn't remember his name, and couldn't say that she'd known him, y'know, recently. Um, whatever.
Closing arguments from Mr. Floyd included references to his "good friend" Johnny Cochran, and a long complicated analogy about not being able to make chicken salad out of "chicken poop".
So FINALLY, Tuesday morning, we get to start deliberating. And we all pretty much agree that guilty or not, we want to suggest that Kevin needs a new fucking lawyer. And we talk. And talk. And talk. And have an initial vote. Lamiek, we go 6-6 on. Kevin, it's 10 Not Guilty, 2 Guilty.
So we talk more. And more. And more. We come back on Wednesday. We talk some more.
Wednesday at 12:20, we tell the judge we are deadlocked. He tells us to go get lunch and come back at 2pm. We're pissed. 2pm rolls around, we wait. 2:30 he finally calls us in, and tells us to keep deliberating. We're more annoyed. We go back. Voices are raised.
And basically it comes to that most of us only vaguely trust Paul, as he's incredibly sketchy, but he did come up with good info. And Lamiek did have motive, and he sure as hell had done that kinda shit before. Did he want to KILL her, or just some how get her off the jury? Doesn't matter. Either way, obstruction. And between all the stuff, ELEVEN of us finally agreed that Lamiek was guilty. But one woman would not be swayed.
As for Kevin, there was a lot of evidence from his phone calls that he was a big braggart, who liked to joke around (one of the calls to the lawyer, he's talking to the office staff, and asks if one woman had her baby yet. When told "yes", he's all "Sweet, does it look like me?"). But there was a lot of racial politics discussed, about him telling his son not to trust the police, saying people who work (continued...)