This was another theme I was able to use, with devastating effect, on what had seemed, to the prosecution, a quite good case....
I don't recall whether it came out of the holster in the arson case, but there was ample evidence in that case to have unsheathed it.
I represented a lot of black folk who knew the score. They knew they were fucked. They had prior records. They had been offered so called good deals, rather than go to trial.
They had taken them, once or twice, or more; thinking that was better than going out against the likes of Hanging Harry Coe, something like that.
Maybe they had a point, a half ass chicken shit defense, or more likely a plea so called bargain, at the last minute, shit like that.
With me, they somehow learned, call it through the grape vine, that they had a maybe better than 50 50 chance to win. Some of them took it.
I represented a lot of black folk who knew the score. They knew they were fucked. They had prior records. They had been offered so called good deals, rather than go to trial.
They had taken them, once or twice, or more; thinking that was better than going out against the likes of Hanging Harry Coe, something like that.
Maybe they had a point, a half ass chicken shit defense, or more likely a plea so called bargain, at the last minute, shit like that.
With me, they somehow learned, call it through the grape vine, that they had a maybe better than 50 50 chance to win. Some of them took it.
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