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Post by housesparrow on Jul 14, 2012 13:29:38 GMT
I suppose it depends what you mean by "seriously". Jurors are coloured by prejudice - well, we all are. A woman once told me she served on a jury that became deadlocked over the guilt of a man accused of hitting his girlfriend. Some of the jury wanted to acquit him on grounds equivalent of "I don't blame him for it, she sounds like my son's wife."
At the end it was she and one other holding out for guilty; he suddenly remembered he was due to play in a badminton match that evening, and changed his plea.
That aside, won't there be a problem with someone giving evidence if she has sat in the gallery throughout?
(They don't sound a very nice family to me)
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Post by ladylinda on Jul 14, 2012 20:49:29 GMT
Life is almost always a case of compromise and moral issues are usually not simple with obvious answers.
This is half the trouble with politics; too many sheeple expect the politicos to be able to wave a magic wand and make all the problems of the world disappear and too many politicians are stupid enough to play to that prejudice.
The result is that come the election the voters are unhappy because they never get what they want and the politicians are unhappy because nobody loves or trusts them!
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Post by jean on Jul 29, 2012 9:29:02 GMT
I suppose it depends what you mean by "seriously". Jurors are coloured by prejudice - well, we all are. I don't think seriousness and prejudice are mutually exclusive - unfortunately perhaps. We went to hear the prosecution's closing speech last Thursday, and then on Friday to hear what line the defence would take. He spent a lot of time at the beginning of his speech warning us against prejudice - the prejudice, he suggested, that might lead us to conclude that this man had murdered his daughter because we thought that was the sort of thing Asian people did. He then rather undermined this argument by suggesting to us that Shafilea, the last time she disappeared, had just run away with a man - because she was 'that sort of girl'! Sheer prejudice, Housey. Tsk! |
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Post by aubrey on Jul 29, 2012 10:17:20 GMT
I should imagine that most families wouldn't seem nice if their "Family Secrets" (the ones that are referred to as That time in Morecombe, or That time when Sarah snuck out the window and had to be brought back by a police car or That time at The Crooked Billet) were all that was known about them.
(These are all real ones, by the way. Though it might not have been the Cooked Billet.)
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Post by riotgrrl on Jul 29, 2012 11:21:36 GMT
Aubrey, I'm not convinced that 'that time at the Crooked Billet (or Cooked Billet . . I have no idea what it is anyway' is really comparable to murdering your daughter and putting her body in a suitcase.
(Is this the suitcase case or is it another honour killing?)
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Post by jean on Jul 29, 2012 13:33:47 GMT
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Post by jean on Jul 29, 2012 13:50:03 GMT
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Post by housesparrow on Jul 29, 2012 17:34:19 GMT
Hmm. I admit to my prejudice; they don't sound a nice family at all - well, rhe mum dad and burgling daughter don't.
But I'm still glad I'm not a juror in the case.
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Post by jean on Jul 29, 2012 18:21:28 GMT
Hmm. I admit to my prejudice; they don't sound a nice family at all - well, rhe mum dad and burgling daughter don't. Well, if you knew that your parents had murdered your sister, you might well feel they had forfeited the right not to be burgled. |
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Post by housesparrow on Jul 29, 2012 19:54:32 GMT
Ah - I hadn't appreciated that she had burgled her parents' house!
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Post by jean on Jul 30, 2012 8:45:09 GMT
It's doubtful whether there'd have been a trial at all if she hadn't been caught in that embarrassing position and decided to tell the truth about the murder - or alternatively (according to the defence) made up the story to deflect attention from her own crime.
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Post by housesparrow on Jul 30, 2012 8:50:03 GMT
Sorry, you did mention that the burglary was at the parents house, upthread. I'm losing the plot already.
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Post by aubrey on Jul 30, 2012 18:20:07 GMT
Aubrey, I'm not convinced that 'that time at the Crooked Billet (or Cooked Billet . . I have no idea what it is anyway' is really comparable to murdering your daughter and putting her body in a suitcase. (Is this the suitcase case or is it another honour killing?) I thought Everso meant besides the alleged murder. I just meant that any family could be made to look bad, if only the bad or shameful things in their past (even short of murder) are mentioned. (The Crooked Billet is a pub. A crooked billet is a crooked branch off a tree, and originally a very cheap pub sign.) |
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Post by housesparrow on Jul 30, 2012 18:57:28 GMT
So is Andrew Edis your BIL? The trial has gone awfully quiet. Anything happening? |
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Post by jean on Jul 30, 2012 21:03:27 GMT
So is Andrew Edis your BIL? Yes. The mother's defence barrister should have begun his closing speech today. I thought of going but OH didn't want to - of course I could have gone by myself, but if I'd waited until 9.30 to travel free I'd have missed quite a lot, and I didn't think it was worth the £8 or more it would have cost me to go earlier! They think the judge will take about two days to sum up. It may be over by the weekend. |
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Post by housesparrow on Jul 31, 2012 6:36:40 GMT
Has the defence tried to explain the fact that Mevish wrote letters which corroborate the other sister's story? How similar were the accounts?
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Post by jean on Aug 1, 2012 11:30:21 GMT
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Post by housesparrow on Aug 1, 2012 16:08:33 GMT
So did the brother give evidence in the end?
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Post by jean on Aug 1, 2012 18:51:09 GMT
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Post by housesparrow on Aug 2, 2012 10:26:37 GMT
The brother was lucky not to have been charged too...though maybe he was quite young at the time?
Fascinating account of the arranged marriage talks. I wonder if the girls would have any say in it all. I knew a Muslim woman at college who expected her parents to find her a suitable husband but said she would have the final say. Woe betide them if they got it wrong - she was very, very confident. I have memories of me driving round London with her navigating and yelling "go now!" at junctions. My goodness but I needed a stiff drink after that.
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