I agree that grilling her would have the adverse effect. The defense DID point out about his height and no hair. Pros rehabbed her on cross. She did say he had no coat, only shirt and jeans on. They also made it quite clear that he was not picked out of a line-up of photos. The second jury must not have had a problem with that. I am well aware of mistakenly identified people. It's a reach to apply this to JY. He went off on her and she REMEMBERED! Man, I'm thinking he never dreamed this would happen. But it did. And he is sentenced for life. MOO.
I do not think that the defense did a good job in educating the jury on how easily a false identification can be made, The way Gracie's identification was elicited is a classic case.
As for you comment that Gracie remembered him because he went off on her is something that history provides ample rebuttal witnesses. Take the case of a woman who was raped in 1984. She memorized every detail of his face, determined to find him and bring him to justice. Yet she fingered the wrong man. There are many more similar stories. Once a witness has something settled in their mind they can and do become supremely confident that they are remembering things as they really happened, but so many are proven wrong time and again. We do not know how many others have been wrong but the exonerating evidence has never been found.
The woman was mortified that she had fingered the wrong man.
" In 1984 I was a 22-year-old college student with a grade point average of 4.0, and I really wanted to do something with my life. One night someone broke into my apartment, put a knife to my throat and raped me.
During my ordeal, some of my determination took an urgent new direction. I studied every single detail on the rapist's face. I looked at his hairline; I looked for scars, for tattoos, for anything that would help me identify him. When and if I survived the attack, I was going to make sure that he was put in prison and he was going to rot.
When I went to the police department later that day, I worked on a composite sketch to the very best of my ability. I looked through hundreds of noses and eyes and eyebrows and hairlines and nostrils and lips. Several days later, looking at a series of police photos, I identified my attacker. I knew this was the man. I was completely confident. I was sure.
I picked the same man in a lineup. Again, I was sure. I knew it. I had picked the right guy, and he was going to go to jail. If there was the possibility of a death sentence, I wanted him to die. I wanted to flip the switch.
When the case went to trial in 1986, I stood up on the stand, put my hand on the Bible and swore to tell the truth. Based on my testimony, Ronald Junior Cotton was sentenced to prison for life. It was the happiest day of my life because I could begin to put it all behind me.
In 1987, the case was retried because an appellate court had overturned Ronald Cotton's conviction. During a pretrial hearing, I learned that another man had supposedly claimed to be my attacker and was bragging about it in the same prison wing where Ronald Cotton was being held. This man, Bobby Poole, was brought into court, and I was asked, "Ms. Thompson, have you ever seen this man?" I answered: "I have never seen him in my life. I have no idea who
he is."
Ronald Cotton was sentenced again to two life sentences. Ronald Cotton was never going to see light; he was never going to get out; he was never going to hurt another woman; he was never going to rape another woman.
In 1995, 11 years after I had first identified Ronald Cotton, I was asked to provide a blood sample so that DNA tests could be run on evidence from the rape. I agreed because I knew that Ronald Cotton had raped me and DNA was
only going to confirm that. The test would allow me to move on once and for all.
I will never forget the day I learned about the DNA results. I was standing in my kitchen when the detective and the district attorney visited. They were good and decent people who were trying to do their jobs -- as I had done mine, as anyone would try to do the right thing. They told me: "Ronald Cotton didn't rape you. It was Bobby Poole."
Read "I was Certain But I was Wrong" at
http://www.truthinjustice.org/positive_id.htm .
I hope that this will give some of you pause to think and rethink.
Glenn