Done by the end of A lunchtime- I think I shocked Sun a little. I loved the humor, high spirits and tender moments that Jennifer's voice brought to the table in what was really a pretty sad story, overall. I especially liked the way she described the sonogram when she and her husband learned that she was going to have triplets, when she says, "At this point, I did not want them to do any more scanning. I mean, how many could be in there?"
As I said in the last post, Ron's faith and continued hope and efforts made for a very inspiring story. He was frustrated and tired of fighting, and the whole world seemed against him, especially when an all-white jury was selected to try a black man, something that I'm pretty sure wouldn't be allowed to happen now. I'm surprised that it did happen even then, in 1987. If it was the 50's or 60's, even early 70's, I would have understood a little more how that could occur. And yet, even when his trial was clearly biased towards the raped young white girls accusing him, he kept trying, fighting his way through the legal system to try to make sure that Bobby Poole was identified as the real rapist.
Despite her being the 'villain' of the tale, I found myself really sympathizing with Jennifer. She was not trying to send Ron to jail out of spite, or cruelty; she really, truly believed that this was the guy who had attacked her, especially after the memory expert explained that a series of mistakes by the police showing her the photos and lineup caused Bobby Poole's face in her memory to be replaced with Ronald Cotton's.
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