Sorry I've been gone a while. I've been having a crisis in faith, so to speak, and for various reasons I can't talk about it. Interestingly, while my problem is not law enforcement related, it does have to deal with my relationship with the system of law in a way which is similar in kind (though not in intensity) to the account related starting here. Although it is a VERY depressing account of systemic abuse by both the police and the prosecutor, I strongly reccommend that you read it if you have a strong enough stomach to deal with:
It is time to name names, as they say. The man who actually physically raped Sephora Davis at knife point on December 8, 2003 is named Eric Harder. He was, and perhaps is, a police informant. As far as I know he still lives in Mount Morris, New York. About six weeks later he and a then Mount Morris police officer named Dana Carson, who remains a police officer in Geneseo, New York, conspired to fabricate evidence and commit perjury to implicate Sephora in an armed robbery and “kidnapping” that took place in the hours after Harder had raped her. Other police officers were involved, though I can’t identify them specifically based on particular evidence. Strong circumstantial evidence indicates that the Livingston County District Attorney, Tom Moran, knew about and participated in this conspiracy from the beginning, perhaps even orchestrating it. In any case it is 100% certain that Moran at the very least became aware that the criminal charges against Sephora Davis were based on perjury and fabrication but continued prosecuting her anyway.
That post and the ones that follow, painstakingly track the evidence and the attorney's discovery of it. The description of his feelings while discovering it, mirror the feelings I've had in my own personal wranglings with my relationship to the law and the law's relationship to us.
It isn't pretty. But this is the kind of thing that we absolutely have to face. And deal with.