I was watching a show about a murder the other night and was reminded of something from my past. In the show a hairdresser was murdered but a witness saw the killer. She discribed the vehicle the killer drove, gave an accurate physical discription and a composite drawing was madethat looked as good as a photgraph of the real killer.
Not long after the murder a newly arrested amn was talking to other prisioners about the murdered woman and how much he liked her. He had no alibi for the night she was killed, drove a similar vehicle, and fit the composite exactlt and was picked out of a photo line-up. If that has been the only evidence presented at a trial he would have been convicted. Trouble was he wasn't guilty.
The guilty man turned out to be a 17 year old high school student who also drove a similar vehicle, was about the same size as the first suspect, and also matched the composite drawing to a T. His DNA was a match.
Many years ago I worked in the Post Office in San Miquel, Philippines and someone stole some Postal Momey Orders and the investagators interviewed me. I really thought one of the workers named Leslie Ball was the guilty party. He was a drug abuser, looked weird, acted strange, and often stayed late or re-entered the post office after hours and knew how the money order system worked.
It turned out not to be him but a highly honored employee that was guilty. I learned not to judge anyone untill sufficient evidence was given to prove guilt bufore convicting someone.
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