Where to begin?
Finally, I have permission from my lawyers to write in my blog again. Here's my question.
What do you do when:
a) You're falsely accused by a whistleblower, who is followed like dogs in heat by the government's agents;
b) You're misrepresented in court by that same government, whose powers and finances are huge;
c) You're convicted by a jury of your "peers," but the convictions and exonerations of 210 charges are not internally consistent, revealing general confusion about the case itself;
d) The judge, who is very smart and likable and has done his best to sort out the information he's dispensed (hundreds of bankers' boxes of data; zip drives of more data, too much to assimilate) also gets it wrong;
e) People who know nothing about you or the case, and have never even met you, make the decision that you're guilty and treat you on social media and anywhere else they find an audience like roadkill?
What do I do?
I file appeals of the verdict and the sentences. More paperwork.
And I take the long view. Every day the sun comes up. When it's wet the milkweed, sunflowers, citrus trees and pagoda plants are content, so I am, too.
The unassailable fact of death for every one of us at the end of the line makes this path of mine nothing but a path. I accept this path. I even look forward to the next bend in the road.
Finally, I have permission from my lawyers to write in my blog again. Here's my question.
What do you do when:
a) You're falsely accused by a whistleblower, who is followed like dogs in heat by the government's agents;
b) You're misrepresented in court by that same government, whose powers and finances are huge;
c) You're convicted by a jury of your "peers," but the convictions and exonerations of 210 charges are not internally consistent, revealing general confusion about the case itself;
d) The judge, who is very smart and likable and has done his best to sort out the information he's dispensed (hundreds of bankers' boxes of data; zip drives of more data, too much to assimilate) also gets it wrong;
e) People who know nothing about you or the case, and have never even met you, make the decision that you're guilty and treat you on social media and anywhere else they find an audience like roadkill?
What do I do?
I file appeals of the verdict and the sentences. More paperwork.
And I take the long view. Every day the sun comes up. When it's wet the milkweed, sunflowers, citrus trees and pagoda plants are content, so I am, too.
The unassailable fact of death for every one of us at the end of the line makes this path of mine nothing but a path. I accept this path. I even look forward to the next bend in the road.
Last night I ran through my mind all that you have been subjected to and Kipling's poem "If" came to my mind. Despite all you have endured and all your losses, you are still you. Dr. Colasante, You are amazing.
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