Sometimes the Little Guy Wins

Not that you were asking but do you (gentle reader) know why I got into law?

First and foremost, it was to help the little guy.  

More to the point, to help those who didn't know how to help themselves.  

Overly opressive landlords, power hungry employers, school bullies, tyrant police officer - I just wanted to help alieve the pain aflicted by others on people who couldn't didn't know where else to turn - and I did a pretty good job of it until I couldn't and then I found other ways to help.

Like writing a blog about law and legal stuff to help people know where to go to get more information on their problems.

So, it weighs heavy on my mind when I read stories about people being oppressed.  Note that's "oppressed,"  not entitled.  There are a whole lot of people out in public land that think they deserve retribution simply because they breathe oxygen.

Jerry Hartfield is not one of those entitled ones.

See, back in 1976, Eunice Lowe - a white woman - was found murdered and sexually assaulted at a bus station where she had worked in Bay City, near Houston.  Hartfield, a black man from Kansas, was quickly arrested because his fingerprints were on a Dr. Pepper bottle found at the station.  

You know, I'll bet other people's fingerprints were found at the crime scene but were they arrested?!  Bunch of hicks, they were.

Anyway, and shortly after his arrest, Hartfield confessed to the crime.  That's "confessed" as in coerced.  Also how in blazes can a black man with an IQ in the 50's or 60's be said to be able to understand how to confess to anything?  Regardless and consequently, Hartfield was convicted by a jury of his "peers" and was sentenced to death.

On Sept. 17, 1980, the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals ordered him retried because prosecutors had improperly dismissed a juror over her reservations about the death penalty.  However, instead of holding a new trial, prosecutors tried (for three years) to convert Hartfield’s death penalty to a life sentence. 

Uh huh.

They failed in that endeavor so, in 1983, the Texas appeals court again ordered a new trial - which never happened. 

In 2006, with the help of a fellow inmate Hartfield filed a writ of Habeas Corpus and seeking a speedy trial which the court(s) rejected.

After years of being bounced around, Harfield turned to the federal system in 2009 to clear up many of the obstacles that were impeding his case.  

However, in 2011, a federal judge rejected Hartfield’s claims because, the judge wrote, Hartfield had failed to exhaust his state remedies.

Are you kidding me?  A comedy of errors this was!

In 2013, 30 years after it had ordered Hartfield to get his new trial, the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals acknowledged at last that Hartfield had been improperly imprisoned for all those years. But it, too, refused to order him released or retried.

Oh, the humanity!

Finally, in August 2015, Hartfield FINALLY got his second trial.  The problem was that two key witnesses who had testified against Hartfield in 1977 had died, so their original testimony was read into the record annnnd, Hartfield's attorney could not be cross-examined.

Other problems that affected this second trial was that none of the physical evidence — the pickaxe that was allegedly used in the murder, a car allegedly used by Hartfield, or DNA from the victim — was still around and jurors could not hear mitigating evidence from Hartfield’s family since most of them had also died. 

Of course none of that mattered because the jury convicted Hartfield again for murder.  However, this time, Hartfield's attorneys were on the ball and appealed this decision for violating Hartfield's right to a speedy trial under the 6th Amendment (note: he had been already incarcerated for the better part of 30 years!).

The Texas appeals court agreed and after 35 years, Jerry Hartfield was released.

But all's well that ends well, right?!

Yeah, no.  All the legal wrangling, all the judicial missteps, all the dinking around with a person's life only goes to show how messed up this legal system of ours is.  

I mean, Jerry Hartfield not only splipped throught the proverbial cracks of the legal system - he was royally screwed out of a third of his life! 

I suspect that if there's a silver lining to all this, it's that Jerry got his day in court and the system finally worked in his favor.  Thirty-five (35) years late but at least the court system finally got its act together.

Good on that.