Anthony Reminisces About The Early Days Of Incarceration
I was, a fourteen year old kid in jail facing a murder charge without a lawyer. My parents scrounged up money and consulted with attorneys, while the state appointed a Public Defender (PD) to represent me named Lynn Ruess. Ms. Ruess had recently graduated law school. She was probably twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, blond and (I must say), pretty, so I thought back then as a young caged man-child filled with restrained testosterone. Ms. Ruess demonstrated a lot of concern for me. She was worried – worried that on her hands was the “life” of a young child. And she didn’t hesitate to tell me just that.
I recall vividly one of the times I visited with Lynn. By the time of the visit, Lynn interviewed witnesses, took crime scene photos, retained an investigator – basically conducted a preliminary investigation into the facts of my case. Shortly after conducting the preliminary investigation she sat down with the prosecutor, Hope Whitehead, who was the Assistant Circuit Attorney of St. Louis city, and was prosecuting the case against me… a plea deal that left Lynn devastated. The best offer we got out of Ms. Whitehead was Life. Understandably, she felt embarrassed to be the bearer of that bad news. Nevertheless, it was her responsibility to inform me of the plea offer whether she liked it or not. That’s how it goes, but as a child, I did not understand that aspect of the law. She was just doing her job [Read more…]