Reminds me of this lib writer who gives an account of being robbed at gunpoint and being reluctant to be the only witness to attempt to prosecute the young perps.
What Happens After You Get Robbed in Broad Daylight in Montrose
MEAGAN FLYNN | SEPTEMBER 20, 2016 | 6:00AM
https://www.houstonpress.com/news/what-happens-after-you-get-robbed-in-broad-daylight-in-montrose-8784434
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... I thought to myself, “What a beautiful day to be lost on a walk,” and it was just then that a red Jeep drove past me.
I saw it stop and park alongside the street just ahead of me, thinking nothing of it except wondering how much it cost — I had been car shopping lately. As I passed the Jeep, I heard a door open. And before I could even finish the thought “how strange,” a man — a boy, rather — grabbed me from behind and put his hand over my mouth.
I tried to scream and it came out muffled. I looked up, and a baby-faced guy was pointing a gun at my face, its barrel staring me in the eye. He said, “Give us your purse,” and I let it go. He saw I had a phone, and the man-boy holding me from behind pried it out of my hand.
They took off and hopped in the car, speeding away...
...Once unafraid to traipse around the New York City subway system alone at 2 a.m., I still find myself unable to walk even ten feet without looking over my shoulder, whether in daytime or at night, whether alone or surrounded by people. I catch myself jumping whenever someone walks too close to me, or dangles his keys behind me on a sidewalk, or even yells too loudly behind me in a bar. I assume every car parked with its lights on along the curb is dangerous, and I cross the street to avoid it.
Prosecutors started contacting me in early September, wondering how I was feeling, needing me to write a victim-impact statement, asking me whether I preferred the two juveniles be certified to stand trial as adults for the aggravated robbery charges. I said I did not prefer it, hoping they would outgrow their rather reckless and violent moneymaking scheme soon and would perhaps consider getting jobs at restaurants or grocery stores or something normal like that.
Soon, however, prosecutors informed me that charges against two of the robbers — including the 19-year-old, who faces five to 99 years or life — might be dropped altogether, because I could not ID them. There had been some confusion: Despite my insistence to the police that I saw only one of their faces, for some reason, one officer wrote that I had positively identified all of them. Prosecutors later discovered another report that accurately reflected what I said, and they started to develop a few doubts about convicting two of the robbers without my being certain of their identities — something I could appreciate as a criminal justice reporter all too familiar with faulty eyewitness ID. Yet, again for some odd reason, charges were not filed in the cases of the four other people robbed that day, apparently leaving the fate of the cases on my shoulders alone.
I let it serve as a reminder that, despite my positive experience with the police — an experience I understand has not been the same for all other people — there are still an untold number of kinks in the criminal justice system left to be smoothed out. It has been strange to be on the other side of the table, as a journalist used to writing so often about crimes against strangers — then suddenly finding my own name listed in the court records I so routinely read for others: the accused did then and there INTENTIONALLY AND KNOWINGLY PLACE MEAGAN FLYNN IN FEAR OF IMMINENT BODILY INJURY AND DEATH. The sentence about startled me out of my office chair.
I remain convinced, whether or not it is true, that the fear is only temporary, that it will turn into merely a story suitable for dinner parties about some crazy thing that happened to me once. ...
“It has been strange to me to be on the other side of the table, as a journalist so often used to writing about crimes against strangers — then suddenly finding my own name listed in the court records I so routinely read for others: the accused did then and there INTENTIONALLY AND KNOWINGLY PLACE MEGHAN FLYNN IN FEAR OF IMMINENT BODILY INJURY AND DEATH. The sentence about startled me out of my office chair.”
Think about that. This flake is very distressed that her name is on a criminal complaint for violence perpetrated against her lest she be perceived as ‘RACISS’.
And yet she presumes to ‘report’ to the rest of us ?!
And somebody will get killed by these “kids” because he wouldn’t help put them in jail where they belong.
The future victim’s blood is on his hands but not hers conscience since she has none.
Next time I hope she get’s it (you figure out what I mean).