I got home today from my visit with my son, daughter-in-law, and grand daughter. I pulled in about 3PM and did a quick tidy up of the house and dropped on the couch. When Tim got home, we ordered a pizza.
The evening news had just begun when it was interrupted by a news break. There was a verdict in the Derek Chauvin case.
In my heart, I felt the decision was going to be the right decision. The evidence and the testimony seemed pretty cut and dried to me. It just seemed auspicious that the decision had been reached in fairly short order.
George Clooney said it best. 'If Derek Chauvin is so sure that drugs killed George Floyd, he should volunteer to go down on the floor and let someone kneel on his neck for 9 minutes and 29 seconds to see if he can survive it.' Sounds fair enough to me.
Tim came in with the pizza and stopped to stare at the television. I told him what was going on. He sat down and we waited for the verdict right along with the rest of America. Finally it came.
We watched Derek Chauvin's eyes above his mask as the verdicts were read. His own neck was on the line today, and his stare was no different than that day when George Floyd's neck was on the line.
Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.
I cried. I know that I was not the only person in the world who did. Tim watched closely as he ate his pizza and he said, "Good!" (He's a man of few words.)
I don't think Chauvin will receive the 75 year maximum sentence that everyone is talking about, but with a minimum sentence of 12.5 years for each of the murder charges and 4 for the manslaughter charge, we can be assured that he will not get a slap on the wrist.
Say what you will, have whatever opinions you want, but I will remind you of one thing: Derek Chauvin was convicted in large part by the testimony of other police officers who testified for the prosecution. They thought his actions were inappropriate.
So did I.