Thursday, May 28, 2009

Every Freaking Year

I think that's what EFY should stand for.
I heard that from a guy doing BYU's version of stand-up comedy, and it's so true. Thousands upon thousands of teenagers wandering around campus flirting incessantly with each other, clapping and doing the cheer at random times, everyone so annoyingly chipper. . . maybe I'm just jaded from my experience working for the Registration department.

I learned something new yesterday. When police are interrogate you, they can make up evidence against you so that you will confess to committing a crime. The only stipulation is that the police can't promise a more lenient or more stringent punishment if you confess once hearing the "fake" evidence, and the police can't threaten you physically.
This seems really, really disturbing to me. There was a murder case of a 12 year-old girl and the police thought that the 14 year-old brother did it. They interrogated him for 11 hours and he eventually confessed to killing his sister when later they found the actual murderer on the streets with the girl's blood on him. Why did the boy confess to killing the girl? The police told him that they found her blood and a knife in his room (which the police just made up) and when the boy said that he can't remember killing her the police told him that it is a possibility that he could have blacked out after murdering her. After that, the only possible solution to the situation that the boy could see is that he was the murderer and confessed to the crime.
The police weren't necessarily bad police officers. They genuinely thought that the boy did it. They even taped the whole interrogation; if they were doing something shady they wouldn't have taped it. There was no sign of a broken lock or window, which led the police to believe that the murderer lived in the house. I don't know, the whole thing seems pretty crazy. The boy was released once they found the actual killer.

5 comments:

Katie Lewis said...

There would be no need for a broken lock or window if there was an air conditioner...

ali said...

i happen to like going to EFY a lot and i know you loved going too when you were a strapping young lad!
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT HEY!
(clap clap clapclapclap, clap clap clapclapclap, clapclapclap, clapclapcalp, E - F - Y!!!!!!!!!!

Kathy Haynie said...

Is there some disturbing connection between the chipper youth at EFY and the quasi-shady police interrogations? I may have an upsetting dream tonight.

Lisa Lou said...

woah. depression city. I need some EFY-ers in my life now.

Unknown said...

I agree with the EFT statement...and did you hear about the other story on Oprah? Because I did. She had a whole show about crazy things like that...yikes. It just reaffirms my decision to not get into law and try to fix the corrections department (which is ironic anyway) because where would you even start?

Good thoughts, Bry Bry....good thoughts.