First (clear) thoughts on the verdict

 

It’s almost two days since the words “Not guilty on all counts,” came ringing in my ears. It’s taken that long for me to be able to allow my anger and sadness to recede and stop messing with my brain — for me to even think a sentence that does not begin with the word “Pigs . . .”

The night before the Bell trial, I set my alarm to the “radio” setting. I listened, every 22 minutes getting the same story until the anticipated and dreaded 9am hour, when coverage went live as the judge was set to give his ruling (the Bell trial went straight to the bench, rather than a jury). I wanted to hear it, when it happened, to give myself the maximum amount of time to be ready for the day.