It simply boggles the mind:
Also distressing, he said, were violations of the “Brady rule” requiring that exculpatory information be handed over to the defense. Three days before trial, the Red Springs police sought to test a beer can found at the scene for fingerprints of Mr. Artis and L. P. Sinclair, listing both as suspects. The can had two fingerprints, one from the victim, another from neither Mr. McCollum nor Mr. Brown. But mysteriously, tests for the other two men never were performed.
None of that was shared with defense lawyers, Johnson Britt said. Nor was the information that Mr. Sinclair, the informer who said Mr. McCollum had admitted killing the girl, had previously said he did not know anything about the murder, and a lie-detector test indicated he was telling the truth.
I was going to say, "Make sure and read the whole thing," but getting this angry is not healthy. And I don't care how old this asshole is, he deserves to spend a few years in jail himself:
“Well, let’s say, if I was a bully, he is a pussy. How about that?” the elder Mr. Britt said. “I think Johnson Britt has been hanging around too much with the wine and cheese crowd.”
Of last week’s ruling, which was spurred by a North Carolina Innocence Inquiry Commission investigation and supported by the younger Mr. Britt, he added: “I thought the D.A. just threw up his hands and capitulated, and the judge didn’t have any choice but to do what he did. No question about it, absolutely they are guilty.”
Nor is he swayed by the argument that the defendants — with I.Q.’s in the 60s and 50s — were too impaired to appreciate the confessions written by investigators that they signed.
“When we tried those cases, every time they would bring in shrinks to talk about how retarded they were,” he said. “It went on and on and on, blah-blah-blah.”
I know. Just take a deep breath, let it out, and stare at a Monet print for a few minutes.