He lied. At
my trial the detective who arrested me lied on the witness stand. It's called
perjury punishable with up to five years in prison. The detective who arrested
me at Sky Harbor International airport Perjured himself in order to secure a
conviction against me. Even though I was the defendant in the case I was
stunned at what the detective testified to.
There were
two detectives at the airport. Only one showed up for the trail. Why is this?
Why didn't my lawyer put both on the witness stand?
He lied
because of me? This goes to show you how low his moral threshold was. Break the
law to enforce the law. It's hypocrisy.
Please
keep in mind I was guilty. I had weed in my luggage. But there are rules. Laws.
If the cops don't uphold the laws, what good are they?
When I heard
the lies It was obvious they were trying to hide something. When the prosecutor
does not want the truth or facts muddying up his , her or their case, then you
know somethings wrong.
The courts
exist for facts. They are seeking the truth.
The end does not justify the means
I was
arrested at Sky Harbor International Airport. I believe it was early afternoon.
Could have been late morning. I checked my luggage at the ticket counter up front.
With my boarding pass in hand I headed to the gate. It was a convenient
coincidence to find my boarding gate next to one of the airport bars.
I need a
drink. I was so nervous. Still after all these years I was nervous. On the
outside I was calm and happy. All was right with me and the world. On the
inside, my guts were in knots. My heart was racing like the engine at the Indy
500. Living in this duality comes at a price. You don’t realize the price until
you are standing there with the bill in your hand. ---
It’s too
late.
You own it.
I grabbed a
vodka rocks and headed to the giant window in front of the plane I would soon
board. I stood there watching and looking attentively for my suitcases as the
baggage handlers loaded suitcase after suitcase. Bingo. There they are. Whew.
One of the luggage guys loads my marijuana filled suitcases into the cargo
hold.
Whew. Wow.
Okay. Good. Good. Good.
That’s over.
That’s the rough part. They would have busted me by now if they were going to
bust me at all. I can relax. Such a relief. I do relax. I can let my guard down
now, at least for the flight. I will begin to feel the panic again as soon as
the wheels touch the ground at chicago’s O'Hara international airport.
“My name is chip knight and I’m a
genius with more guts than brains. I can do anything”
I turned
around in my bar stool to see who was tapping on my shoulder while in my
euphoria.
It was a
cop.
Yes.
I am not
kidding.
All I could
see was the badge. All I could feel was the beginning of the depth of my
stupidity. I could see it and I could feel it. It had no end. There was no
bottom. I was in free fall into the depths of Hell. With the ground rushing up
at me I froze in time, right there. With that hellish feeling. I had to look
away. All I could see coming was a ghastly and wretched sight.
Instantly I
have a new declaration:
My name is chip knight, I am the
stupidest man on the planet.
It’s horrifying
how fast things can change.
I was
arrested and put in handcuffs. The police officers took my boarding ticket with
attached luggage reciepts. The cops inlisted the help of a baggage handler to
go into the plane's carho hold and retrieve my luggage.
Accourding
to the cops my luggage never made it to the plane. According to the cops, I was
arrested at the ticket counter.
The baggage
handler is the person that can testify as to what really happened on that day.
My appeal was based on finding that luggage handler. That man could free with
me his testimony.
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