We heard from the guy who had taken an oral swab of the defendant's mouth. (Which apparently is just like they show it on CSI, except better lit.)
We heard from the policeman who (I think) spoke to the victim at the hospital, and who definitely showed her the photo spread.
I think that's most or all of the witnesses we heard from the first day. The prosecution rested, and we were sent home.
The next morning, we walked in, and the defense rested without putting any witnesses on the stand. The defense lawyer had cross-examined several of the prosecution's witnesses. He pointed out the fact that the apartment was dark, since it was 3AM and the lights were off. He gave the DNA technician some hell about the widely publicized problems the Houston crime lab had in the recent past. He pointed out that of the six pictures in the photo spread, the defendant's was the darkest in terms of background.
We were pretty damn surprised that they rested without putting on a case, at least I was. At that point, we were read the charges, and the attorneys made their arguments.
The defense said that identification rested on a questionable photo spread, and an eyewitness account from a year and a half ago (when the crime occurred). The apartment was dark, things happened quickly. As for DNA, the lab had had plenty of problems before, where cases had to be overturned and tests had to be outsourced.
The prosecution said that if we believed the victim, there was no question that the defendant was guilty.
We went out into the jury room. It took about ten minutes for us to agree he was guilty. This was midmorning Thursday, and we moved on to the punishment phase.
Sheeit. So the woman who was (allegedly) raped had to do this all through interpreters too? What a horrific mess.
Yeah. The interpreter was in the room, speaking into a mike, and the defendant had headphones on. When Spanish-speaking witnesses were on the stand, the translator stood next to them, and the headphones came off. He was very good. That's got to be a difficult job.
Boo hoo. I forgot to bring my leftover Indian food for lunch. Now, Hungry and Lazy are in a fight to the death. I don't want to go get something, but my stomach is screaming.
Also, they put cilantro on my garlic basil naan with NO WARNING.
I'm going to grab some fries (my gorge rose just typing that and I had difficulty swallowing the water for my pills) under the theory that if I can't eat them, I can't eat anything and might as well crawl under a rock and wither away.
Yeah. Exactly.
Though I do wish someone would bring me naan.
Maybe Hungry can kill Lazy and cannibalize....ok, that just sounds weird.
mmmmm, cilantro. I had cilantrolicious salsa today at lunch.
Also, they put cilantro on my garlic basil naan with NO WARNING.
Even as a cilantro fan, that seems wrong.
See, apparently he’s not. He just looked that way on the show. Or else DB is also not as tall as I’d been assuming.
I can personally vouch for DB being about an inch taller than me—I’m 5’ 11.5”. And unlike certain other persons in this picture who shall remain nameless, he wasn’t wearing cowboy boots with heels like those the members of KISS wear onstage.
Looks like just about everyone's cleared out for the day from my department, and it's only 3:30! I think I'll see if I can leave about 5:00 or so (90 minutes early); I wouldn't, normally, but the files I need to work with are on the server that's currently going through some serious hardware problems, and has been all afternoon. I could work on some other stuff, but I don't wanna.
