You’re sitting in your comfortable chair watching late night TV. On the screen is a preview of the next film. The cast of characters are as follows: Five throw-away kids, a hungry-for-a-conviction prosecutor, and a slew of decorated police officers that are going to convict the guilty parties, then solve the case before you have to use the bathroom. Oh yeah, and lets not forget the rapist hiding in plain sight.
To keep you tuned in, the alleged hero of the movie is the same guy whose mantra of rape, burn, and pillage was utilized as if he was a Viking in training. His crimes were gruesome, his last act as a free person was to brutally rape and kill a pregnant woman before walking away as nonchalantly as if he’d only called an errant phone number by mistake.
Which brings us to our “Zap Tale,” one I am sure will be read with mixed emotions and controversy to boot. I guess this is the upside of spending the rest of my life in prison, being politically incorrect is the least of my problems. I sat in my true man cave, and like many of you have watched “The Central Park Five.” Even after enduring my own injustices and being witness to far more, I have to say I was appalled. It really was a movie in the making far before anyone thought about making one.
The police elicited five different confessions – which meshed as easily as salad dressing and water – all under the pretense that once the kids confessed, they would be able to go home with mommy. The cops were so nice to the one kid who seemed to be slightly retarded, (he turned out to be deaf) they gave him a soda when they started the tape.