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Resemblances Are Often ‘Suspect’…

Timothy James McVeigh (April 23, 1968 – June 11, 2001) was a Persian Gulf War veteran and an American terrorist who detonated a truck bomb in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995. Commonly referred to as the Oklahoma City bombing, the attack killed 168 people and injured over 600. According to the United States Government, it was the deadliest act of terrorism within the United States prior to the 9/11 attacks, and remains the most significant act of domestic terrorism in United States history.From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

No words properly describe this egregious act. It’s a tragedy that infuriated an entire nation. Did they find the right perpetrator/s? I believe so. I also believe if you ask anyone in the US you’d get the same answer. The reason we can be sure is because what led to the arrest and eventual convictions was not reliant solely on a single piece of evidence. The investigation went much further and produced tangible proof verifying guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. Imagine this happening for every case.

After the Oklahoma City bombing, an artistic sketch of the bomber appeared on the news. It was shocking to me because of who I thought it looked like. Although there was certainty that the image did not depict this person, it was unsettling. It caused me to consider the implications had this person been in Oklahoma City at that time. Having only delved into the world of wrongful convictions in the past six years, this question haunts me to this day. I do believe the significance of that crime prompted the authorities to make sure they had the right offender but I am all too aware that this is not always the case. Does this mean that getting it right only some of the time is acceptable? Of course not.

I have lost count of how many times I hear people say, “If someone one is arrested, there must be overwhelming evidence to prove they were either involved in the crime or they know something.” I used to believe that too. But I’m more cautious these days. I’ve learned that what causes suspicion can be irrelevant, like innocently walking down the wrong street at the wrong time or wearing the wrong kind of clothing.

Fortunately, through the help of the Innocence Project, DNA testing and other factors, we are seeing less mistakes and a clearer picture of past practices that are flawed. A lack of adequate resources to conduct proper investigations, pressure to make an arrest from both the media and communities, and worst of all, the idea that it is better to convict an innocent person than risk sending a criminal back on the streets has caused a devastating rush to judgement in too many cases. According to the National Registry of Exonerations 33% of the current 1,606 exonerations were caused by mistaken eyewitness identification. In many of those cases this single bit of evidence stood alone as sufficient enough to convict even when other factors surfaced that suggested otherwise.

A good example of what I’m talking about is the story of my friend Jennifer Thompson; a woman who was raped in her apartment in 1984. Jennifer was 100% sure that she had correctly identified her attacker. She was inches from his face during the attack and she had the presence of mind to thoroughly study it. Later, she confidently picked Ronald Cotton out of a series of photos as well as in a physical lineup. She convinced the authorities that he was her attacker. Cotton was the only suspect and his conviction was based solely on Jennifer’s testimony. Later, it turned out not to be him when he was eliminated through DNA testing, which actually pointed to another prison inmate. Unfortunately the wrong man spent eleven years in prison while the guilty man went on to become a serial rapist. He was eventually caught and just happened to be incarcerated in the same prison as Cotton. Not the tidy ending we take comfort in but one that happens more often than we think.

If you look at these photos, you can clearly understand how the mix-up occurred. On the left is Bobby Poole, the actual perpetrator and on the right is Ronald Cotton, the man Jennifer identified. Along with the DNA testing that confirmed Cotton’s innocence, Poole eventually admitted to committing the rape.

Mugshots of Billy Poole and Ronald Cotton

Photo courtesy of www.today.com 

Here are some basic facts about how lineups are typically conducted and how they are changing. The excerpts are taken from the National Institute of Justice, in an article; Making Eyewitness Identification More Reliable by Beth Schuster:

“The most common procedure is the simultaneous lineup in which witnesses use “relative judgement,” meaning they compare lineup photos to each other, rather than to their memory of the offender. This is a problem when the perpetrator is not present in the lineup because often the witness will choose the lineup member who most closely resembles the perpetrator.”

“Sequential lineups, in which witnesses must make a decision about each photograph or member before moving on to the next, prompts them to use “absolute judgement.” In other words, witnesses compare each photograph or person only to their memory of what the offender looked like.”  

As the body of research into simultaneous versus sequential methods continues to grow, some researchers working in the lab discovered that the double-blind sequential method—in which the administrator does not know the identity of the suspect—produced fewer false identifications than the traditional simultaneous method.”

At the time of the bombing in Oklahoma City, my son Jared was in the military. He was a US Marine stationed at Camp Pendleton in San Diego, CA and preparing for a six-month deployment to Okinawa, Japan. When I saw the drawing on TV it looked so much like Jared. In fact when they finally arrested and charged McVeigh and showed his face on the news, I felt the sketch didn’t look like McVeigh at all.

While working on this blog piece, I consulted Jared and sent the sketch to him. He had never seen it before and was stunned at the resemblance to a photo that was taken of him while in the service. He added that it also looked like most of the guys he served with. I shared my concerns about how our life could have been altered had he been in the area of the bombing and possibly charged. He reassured me by saying, “But it didn’t happen.” He is right. It did not. But what percentage of innocents in our current prison population can take comfort in that fact?

I cannot imagine ever feeling comfortable about making a correct identification if asked to do so. This example confirms my concern. I believe that if I was a witness in Oklahoma back then and had to pick one of the photos below to match the sketch, I might have chosen the photo on the left.  What do you think?

                                 Jared                                              Sketch of bomber                                      Timothy McVeigh

 

Riding the Freedom Train…

What promises to be an historic evidentiary hearing starts in four days on Wednesday July 8th, 2015 at the Brown County Courthouse in Green Bay, Wisconsin. I’m reposting this blog as a reminder of the noble efforts involved in bringing it thus far. On this U.S. Independence Day may we see its meaning come to fruition in a slightly different context…

Also at the end of this posting are two recent news stories from the Green Bay area that aired in the past week in anticipation of this hearing.

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All aboard! Hop on to the freedom train! We’re on a roll! Motions to request an evidentiary hearing for one of our men have been filed. Time for the wheels of justice to start spinning in regard to the two decades old Green Bay, Wisconsin wrongful conviction case.

Thinking back to what seems like eons ago, my mind conjures images of sitting in my family room with my investigative expert friend and colleague, Johnny Johnson. Often we’d chastise ourselves over some failed plan of attack or the fact that we had absolutely nothing in the works to help bring justice to these men. Now, after many downed cups of green tea, legal actions have refueled our enthusiasm. We used to say, “What the hell are we going to do now?” or “Who in Heaven’s name are we going to approach?” Now our thoughts have evolved into, “Wow, can you believe how far this has come?” or “What’s on the docket for today?” We will never forget how we arrived at this juncture. We came on board at a time when all hope was gone. We didn’t know how this adventure would play out. We only knew that together we were going to make something positive happen for these men and their families.

Our determination will never bring back the time lost to these victims or lessen the devastation that has followed. But what has transpired in a relatively short period of time is viewed as a miracle. When I commended our lead attorney, Steve Kaplan on a job well done in a recent email, his response was one of reflection. He stated, “Nothing happens without the efforts and commitment of everyone.” Johnny and I do our best to illustrate that wisdom on this path to truth and justice. 

The latest advocates to join us are Ted Haller, an in-depth news reporter/attorney, and his conscientious and thoughtful cameraman, Josh Grenier. Both have provided a public platform that will carry this story far and wide. They invested an enormous amount of time and energy into their amazing news story which aired on April 26, 2015 on KMSP-TV in the Twin Cities. 

We also just learned that an evidentiary hearing has been granted for Keith Kutska. His three-day hearing is scheduled to start on July 8, 2015 in Brown County (Green Bay, Wisconsin). Steve Kaplan will be there to act as Keith’s lead legal counsel and you can be sure a whole trainload of us will be there to support him. I cannot tell you how many times we’ve hoped for this day. The law firm will finally be able to share the evidence that supports the innocence of these men. For Keith Kutska, Rey Moore, Mike Hirn, Mike Johnson, Dale Basten and finally Mike Piaskowski (exonerated 2001), having the truth revealed about what really happened in this egregious case is long overdue. People can say or feel however they want about this controversial case but for the rest of us, nothing can ever compare to the satisfaction we’ve received in knowing we had a hand in the overall series of events. The wealth of emotions felt in our hearts as freedom moves forward is indescribable.

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‘Hope’ acrylic painting by artist/writer, Jared Manninen. Painted for and given to exoneree Mike Piaskowski in 2010 

Fox 11 Green Bay

Green Bay Press-Gazette

The men are hopeful but anxious. My letters to them reiterate the idea that we cannot have come this far only to fail now. My husband Mike and I will be attending the hearing. The plan is to take notes and summarize the entire proceedings via my blog.

Stay tuned…

Life Lines…

A few years ago, Mike and I completed the requirements to visit some of the five Wisconsin men in prison. But we didn’t follow through with the visits just yet. This was noticed by my friend, Kathleen, while reading an article about my mission. During that time Kathleen’s son was in prison on a drug charge and she understood how important it was to her son that she go to visit him. I ran into Kathleen after she had read the article and she asked me, “Why have you not gone to visit these men? It means so much to have that outside contact.” It sparked shame within.

First of all, it was not a quick process to get onto a prisoner’s visitor list. This involved contacting the men, having them request the necessary forms, and then mailing them to me. When I had first received them, I filled them out and sent them to the appropriate address. The men then received confirmation that we were approved for a visit.

But having our names on their list took away from the possibility of obtaining other prospective visitors. An inmate can only have 10-12 people on their list at any given time. We simply dismissed the fact that this process had inconvenienced and disappointed them. We should have been more thoughtful about the intent.

I considered what Kathleen had said and I broached the subject once again with my husband, Mike. I was grateful for his concern over me going alone to a prison, and his thoughtfulness toward my feelings when he agreed to go with me on these visits. I initiated the process once again. We decided to start with one visit and see how it went. We made it through the approval process again and received confirmation to visit Keith Kutska. Now it was time to follow through.

Celebrating his sixty-fourth birthday this year, Keith has spent approximately one third of his life in prison. Through Keith’s revealing letters over a four-year span, we felt we knew him well and we both looked forward to meeting him. Saturday, February 21, 2015 was the big day. We we both felt anxious about going to the prison after reading the endless restrictions regarding dress code and the dos and don’ts listed on the instruction sheets that came with the visitor forms. Who wouldn’t be? We decided to use the two and a half hour drive time wisely, to mentally prepare for the experience. We decided we’d make it a positive one.

We entered a small building and were greeted by a guard who was helpful with explaining the procedure. We soon felt at ease and even exchanged light banter with him. We put our belongings into a small locker and returned to the receiving area. We then passed through the metal detector. We understood these ones were highly sensitive and had heard stories of people who’d been denied admission after failing to pass through the detector without setting off the obnoxious buzzer. You had three chances before being denied access. We were successful and breezed through on the first try! The guard even commended us. We were in!

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As we walked to the next building where the prisoners were housed, I don’t remember feeling especially frightened or worried even when hearing the loud clanging of the doors as they unlocked and re-locked behind us. We slowly navigated our way to the visitors lounge and upon arrival, I marveled at how normal everything and everyone looked. Each table was occupied by one prisoner in drab green garb and the family members and/or friends that had joined them. According to the instruction sheet, as many as 12 individuals could visit during one session. Although restrictions about touching were clearly stated on the instruction sheets, children were sitting on the laps of the inmates and we saw lots of hand holding. The atmosphere was as normal as any gathering place on the outside, and we were pleasantly surprised at the relaxed feeling in the room.

I stepped up to the desk where a guard was sitting. “You’re at table number seven,” he said to us. Mike and I sat, observing our surroundings. After ten minutes, Keith entered a far door. We recognized him at once. We immediately waved to him. He waved back and motioned to us that he had to show his badge to the guard at the desk. When he approached us, we shook hands and embraced. As we sat, Keith’s face beamed. But he didn’t try to hide an overwhelming bout of emotion that followed. Tears formed as he spoke about a February eleventh visit with Steve Kaplan, his new attorney. Steve had visited Keith on the same day as I had attended an exoneration hearing for Mario Victoria Vasquez in Green Bay. During their visit, Keith and Steve had lightheartedly discussed concern over my bold presence at the Courthouse, given my public role in the Monfils case. But Keith was deeply touched by my support for Mario. I hoped Keith could see he was not alone on this sentimental journey and that we shared the emotions he felt. There was much to gain from this friendship. Knowing Keith gave us valuable insight into the perseverance of the human spirit. I felt that ours was and is a bond strong enough to transcend time.

As expected, Keith was not shy and our conversation never waned for two hours; the amount of time allotted for weekend visits. In that time, we covered everything from current activities in the Monfils case, Mario’s exoneration, politics, human behavior, the stars, my latest writings, more human behavior, and the future. Both Mike and Keith had many common interests. At one point, I sat silent as they solved every problem imaginable between them. Once in a while I was able to insert a thought or two into the conversation. I even managed to divert their attention long enough to have photos taken! I chided Keith for not smiling in this photo but he laughed and said, “I’m a prisoner, I’m not supposed to smile.”

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Mike and Joan Treppa with Keith Kutska. (Photo courtesy of Jackson Correctional Institution)     

The guard stopped by to inform us we had five minutes left. It was then when Keith said things that will always stay with me. As tears fell he said,”Between the span of time in 2010, when the Wisconsin Innocence Project had failed to secure a new trial for Reynold Moore and the onset of legal representation by Steve Kaplan in 2013, your letters had kept me alive.” My heart sank. I was speechless. Keith continued and reminded us that the letter in my birthday card to him two years ago had contained the announcement about the law firm getting involved and that he would once again have legal representation. It was just then that I remember comparing Keith to a big cuddly teddy bear; one that is typically a source of great comfort. However, this one was in great need of solace. How desperate I was to provide that for him. But according to his admission, it became apparent that I already had.

Keith’s emotional demeanor was and is a glaring expression of what these travesties of injustices can do to the toughest of souls. Witnessing the wasted years behind bars for a crime that never happened left me feeling angry and more determined than ever to see this mission through. Kathleen was correct in her assertion. Throughout this entire journey, it never ceased to amaze me the importance of reaching out to others and how little effort it actually takes to provide a simple but much needed connection or life line, no matter the situation. Any act can seem insignificant to us but can hold great value to its recipient/s, more so than one could ever imagine.

Here’s a ninety-minute interview on blog talk radio from Feb 25, 2015.