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I am a native North Carolinian, an editor by trade with a lifelong interest in the criminal justice system. The Triangle area (Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill) is one of the most liberal areas of the country, which is one reason I just moved back here from my hometown of Greensboro. (I graduated from UNC years ago and loved the area then.) With the highest per capita percentage of PhDs of any region in the U.S., world-renowned scientific research facilities and some of the finest universities in the world, the Triangle represents the New South, not the old. It is a patch of Blue in a sea of Red.
Michael Peterson's trial is one I followed from Day One. I attended the trial several times, and accumulated two ring binders full of factual information about the case with the intent to write a book. I wrote to Michael Peterson himself after he went to prison requesting an interview, and received a response in two days. While the tone is friendly on the surface, his narcissism and sociopathic personality shine through. It is all about him; any mention of Kathleen or Elisabeth Ratliff is an afterthought.
The State called approximately 70 witnesses over 54 days' time. Duane Deaver, blood spatter expert with the State Bureau of Investigation with over 20 years' experience, was on the stand for 7 1/2 of those days. I believe only five or six five of the State's witnesses appear in the documentary.
It was the medical evidence that convicted Michael Peterson. For those spectators who knew where to sit in the courtroom, the Maha Productions TV monitor was in plain sight on the fourth row from the back of the courtroom. On it, one could see every exhibit presented to the jury—these were items not shown on Court TV. The day the autopsy photos were introduced into evidence by Medical Examiner Dr. Deborah Radisch, gasps rippled through the room. Once she showed the photos of the shaved and battered heads of Mrs. Peterson and Mrs. Ratliff side by side, no sane person could rationally conclude these injuries were sustained accidentally.
By contrast, the defense spent 2 1/2 days presenting its case. It brought forth no character witnesses. In fact, the only witness in the entire trial who spoke to Peterson's character was a male prositute, brought forth by the State. None of Peterson's family members, nor any of the respected and influential members of the community who spoke out on his behalf in the immediate aftermath of Kathleen's death, ever defended their friend in court, where it really mattered.
Regardless of where this trial was held, the outcome would have been the same. Excluding everything else testified to on the stand, it was the medical evidence and financial disaster looming before the Michael Peterson—if something were not done but quick—that convicted him. Michael Peterson was the consummate poseur—his life (and I'm not even including his sexual orientation) was built upon lies, deceit and treachery. He puffs on his pipe and claims he is a writer, yet he had not published a word for which he was paid since 1999. He had no personal income at all for the three years' prior to Kathleen's death. He did not EVER adopt Elisabeth Ratliff's daughters; they were worth more to him as wards with the pensions and other benefits they received from their natural parents' deaths. He was not wounded in battle in Vietnam; he did not receive two Purple Hearts, as he claimed for many, many years. When this lie was uncovered his 1999 mayoral campaign in Durham was finished. In communities across America, citizens believe that honorable service to our country is one of the noblest of achievements. Intentonal distortion of a war record for personal gain is not something people anywhere take lightly, and it doies leave one's character and veracity in other matters open to scrutiny.
Peterson's newspaper columns were not homophobic; they were largely diatribes against Durham's city government. Peterson faniced himself an advocate of the poor, of minorities and those in the shadows of life. He saw himself as an agent of change, yet he presented no platform for eradicating the corruption and incompetence he perceived as rampant in City Hall and the DPD in either of his failed campaigns for public office. (Prior to his mayoral campaign he had run once for City Council.)
Portraying oneself and accomplishments to the world in a way that departs from reality is no crime; nor does it make one a murderer. But Michael Peterson remains the only individual with a motive, the means and the opportunity to kill Kathleen Peterson.
Michael Peterson's brother Bill, who is a lawyer in Reno, NV, paid for his brother's defense. Michael Peterson could not find a prayer in a Bible, much less a dime to defend himself against a burglary charge.
The jury deliberated for a week. Had they come back in 90 minutes with an acquittal, as O.J. Simpson's jury did, then yes, I suppose we could feel that our faith in the American justice system was misplaced. But these jurors cast aside the Ratliff testimony and homosexuality and concentrated solely on the medical and financial evidence. They slept on their decision, and were prepared to vote again if one or more of the jurors had had a change of heart.
Tripping on stairs generally causes one to fall forward. Falls down stairs produce broken necks, broken bones, sprains, contusions and bruising. Apart from minor bruising on the wrists and arms—and one bruise on the upper arm was obviously made by a strong hand circling her bicep—none were present to any degree in Kathleen Peterson's autopsy. Falls down wooden stairs do not leave the back of one's head peeled open as if an orange, with 5" long V-shaped evulsions in the skin exposing the skull. Falls down wooden stairs do not produce broken thyroid cartilage in the throat. This injury is generally associated with strangulation or hitting the steering wheel in a car accident.
Given the lack of balance and information given in The Staircase, it is very easy to understand the befuddlement over the verdict that has been rampant on the internet this week.
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