dragonoflife | (no subject)

Thanks to those of you who posted kind words. I'm glad to have people who still know I'm not the sort of person who randomly beats up women for no reason, despite the fact that apparently I will soon be that person in the eyes of the law and the nation at large.

I managed to get my stuff back today, somehow, though it wasn't easy. I also confirmed my address. Now I just have to deal with the two big things: finding a lawyer, and paying for one.

Don't know how I'm going to manage those. My mother used to be a legal secretary, so she's looking in to things for me. It's really heartbreaking, though. I don't know how I can do it. I just don't.

I *hurt*. I hurt like hell. From the handcuffs, to the leg restraints, to walking all over DC, I really hurt, and I feel sick. I'm only at work today because I had to come to DC anyway to deal with all this. Emotionally, I am a thick candy shell of calm and acceptance over a chewy caramel center of bleak despair and nigh-madness.

I wonder if some of you are still expecting this to be an April Fool's joke. Don't I wish.

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OMG this is horrible. and insane.
Sending out "drop the charges" vibes. (I'm leaving out the "you horrible bitch" part, I think the universe doesn't like it.)

I'll be perfectly happy to send the "you horrible bitch" bit instead, then. Maybe she'll fall down some stairs and break a leg, and try to get gravity arrested for it. It's depressing to think there actually are self-righteous neurotic jerkasses like that walking around pretending to be normal.

Late in reply, cause I don't generally read LJ at night, but hope it works out somehow.

The only two ways it can work out, unfortunately, are, "financially crippled and guilty" or "financially crippled and not guilty." I prefer the latter, of course, but...

The charges can't be dropped. They're filed by the judicial system. I have no choice but to see this through to the end.

Don't they have to provide a state-appointed attorney if you can't afford one?

By their criteria I can afford one. They look only at the gross income. I suppose the theory is that I can technically afford one, presuming I default on all debts and obligations and go hungry for a while.

I suggest that after this is over you sue her.

That assumes I can proven innocent, can afford to, and can find adequate grounds for a lawsuit in return.

Remember that there are still three people who have convinced themselves that I shoved her (and I have studied groupthink; they will believe they saw something they didn't), and lied by omission by refusing to relate her assault on me. Against that sort of "evidence" proving myself innocent or establishing reasonable doubt will be very difficult.

It looked like there were several procedural problems with how the officer dealt with the situation that could be grounds for dismissal (though I am not a lawyer).

As near as I can tell, nothing that happened was actually grounds for dismissal. It may provide some basis for challenging the testimony given by the witnesses at best.

I wasn't expecting it to be an April Fool's joke. It was too "serious" to joke about. But, damn, I was hoping!

You know, when I am enjoying a good beating-the-shit-assault of someone? I always call the cops on myself :)

Because that's the logical thing to do! "Hay thar, Mister Po-leece officer. I was just here in the middle of a busy place and people smashing the snot out of this poor innocent girl and thought, 'HAY! I SHOULD TOTALLY CALL THE COPS ON MYSELF.'

No one is mentioning the fact that you're the one who called the cops. Why would you do that if you were guilty? To me, logical thought = guilty part would not incriminate themselves.

But, I have a bad habit of expecting everyone else to follow simple logic and common sense. Probably my bad.

The best part is knowing that after years of women fighting for women to be treated and considered equal in the world, this woman goes ahead and hides behind the assumed "women are the weaker sex, and thus, unable to be violent or mean," to get away with being an abusive fuck face. Good job lady, who ever you are.