True Justice for Meredith Kercher

[Ali]

10.10.2011

Millionenforderung Opferfamilie will Amanda Knox verklagen

Der Fall Amanda Knox geht in die nächste Runde: Die Angehörigen der ermordeten Studentin Meredith Kercher planen, die Freigesprochene auf acht Millionen Pfund zu verklagen. Sie halten die 24-Jährige auch nach dem Urteil für die Mörderin.



Hamburg - Sie ist frei - aber der Fall Meredith Kercher wird Amanda Knox noch lange verfolgen. Die Eltern der ermordeten Studentin planen offenbar, Knox auf acht Millionen Pfund zu verklagen.

Kerchers Familie sei bestürzt über die Pläne von Knox, nach ihrem Freispruch mit der Vermarktung ihres Schicksals viel Geld verdienen zu wollen. Das berichtet das britische Boulevardblatt "The Sun".

Knox und ihr Ex-Freund Raffaele Sollecito waren während ihres ersten Prozesses neben den Haftstrafen dazu verurteilt worden, den Kerchers acht Millionen Pfund zu zahlen. Als die beiden freigesprochen wurden, war auch die Millionenzahlung hinfällig.

An dieser Summe halten die Kerchers nun aber offenbar fest. Ihr Anwalt bereite eine Klage vor, berichtet "The Sun". Die Familie sei der Meinung, in den Aussagen von Knox und Sollecito vor Gericht seien zu viele Unstimmigkeiten. "Wenn der Anwalt die Tat nicht beweisen können sollte, müsste er zwei andere Verdächtige finden, da an der Tat nachweislich mehrere Menschen beteiligt waren", sagte Kerchers Schwester Stephanie.

Knox und ihr italienischer Ex-Freund Raffaele Sollecito waren zu Wochenbeginn aus der Haft entlassen worden, nachdem sie im Berufungsprozess in der italienischen Stadt Perugia von dem Verdacht freigesprochen worden waren, für den gewaltsamen Tod der britischen Austauschstudentin Meredith Kercher im November 2007 verantwortlich zu sein.

Das Gericht erster Instanz hatte es im Jahr 2009 als erwiesen angesehen, dass Knox und Sollecito die Britin unter Einfluss von Drogen und Alkohol getötet hatten, während ein ebenfalls berauschter Bekannter die Arme des Opfers festhielt. Dieser war nach einem Teilgeständnis zu 16 Jahren Haft verurteilt worden. Knox war zu 26 Jahren Haft verurteilt worden.

Kercher war im November 2007 mit durchschnittener Kehle und von Messerstichen übersät in ihrer und Knox' gemeinsamer Wohnung in Perugia gefunden worden. Nach Auffassung der ersten Instanz hatten Knox und Sollecito sie bei Sexspielen getötet.

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[Ali]

Amanda Knox: Präsident des Schwurgerichts will neue Ermittlungen
7. Oktober 2011, 10:04

Mörder von Meredith Kercher seien noch frei

Rom - Nach dem Freispruch der US-Studentin Amanda Knox und ihres Ex-Freundes Raffaele Sollecito vom Vorwurf des Mordes an der britischen Austauschstudentin Meredith Kercher hat sich der Präsident des Schwurgerichts von Perugia, Claudio Pratillo Hellmann, für neue Ermittlungen im Fall ausgesprochen. Ermittlungen seien notwendig, weil die Mörder von Meredith Kercher noch frei seien, sagte der Richter in einem TV-Interview.

Für den Mord wurde der Ivorer Rudy Guede zu 16 Jahren Haft verurteilt. Laut den Ermittlern wurde Meredith mit zwei verschiedenen Messern getötet. Die Fahnder gehen davon aus, dass der 25-jährige Guede, der in der Strafanstalt der mittelitalienischen Stadt Viterbo seine Strafe absitzt, beim Tod der britischen Studentin nicht allein war.

Antrag auf Wiederaufnahme

Nach dem Freispruch von Knox und Sollecito am Montag will Guede einen Antrag auf Wiederaufnahme des Prozesses stellen. "Wenn die beiden unschuldig sind, bin ich es auch. Ich möchte wissen, warum ich als einziger für diesen Fall zahlen muss", sagte Guede laut italienischen Medien. Der Freispruch von Knox und Sollecito habe ihn zutiefst erschüttert. "Nicht einmal, als ich selber verurteilt worden bin, habe ich mich so schlecht gefühlt", so Guede.

Sollecito, der in seinen Heimatort Bisceglie zurückgekehrt ist, weigerte sich bisher, die Journalisten zu treffen. "Er ist stark mitgenommen", berichteten die Angehörigen. Im Gefängnis habe sich der 27-Jährige der Religion genähert. "Lange habe ich mich gefragt, warum gerade mir all das geschehen ist. Dann habe ich aber aufgehört, mir diese Frage zu stellen. Ich bin sicher, dass dieses Opfer einen Sinn haben wird", wurde Sollecito von Angehörigen zitiert. (APA)

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[Ali]

Case area: In memory
Monday, May 21, 2012
My Review Of John Kercher’s Great Book “Meredith”
Posted by Jeffski1




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On “Meredith” by John Kercher in the Daily Mail.

My daughter Meredith, aged 21, was murdered on November 1, 2007 in her bedroom in Perugia, Italy, where she was studying at the city’s University For Foreigners.

In the days that followed, one of her housemates, an American girl named Amanda Knox, a young Italian man named Raffaele Sollecito, and Rudy Guede, a Perugia resident originally from the Ivory Coast, were arrested on suspicion of her murder.

While Guede remains imprisoned for taking my daughter’s life, last October Knox and Sollecito had their convictions quashed on appeal.

My family and I now find ourselves in a limbo that, I suspect, might never end, wondering exactly what happened in those last moments of Meredith’s life, and how convictions that seemed to offer all the terrible answers two years ago have been so emphatically overturned.

With Knox and Sollecito now free, we find that we are still waiting for justice for our daughter and sister, and have to face up to the possibility that we might never have a satisfactory picture of what unfolded in Perugia on that terrible November night.

Despite everything that has happened since, it still seems as though nobody knows anything about the real Meredith.

The media’s glare throughout the trial and appeal process has been fixed almost entirely on Amanda Knox. Books have been written about her and there has even been a television film focusing on her. It has seemed as if Meredith has been all but forgotten.

In writing this book, I hope to go some way towards redressing the balance, for Meredith was a beautiful, intelligent and caring girl whom everyone loved, and her story deserves to be told.

My hope is that I can share with the world something of the wonderful girl who was our daughter and sister. I hope our telling the world about the enchanting, generous, kind person that Meredith was can help those whose lives she touched.

I also hope this book might help to keep Meredith’s case in the spotlight, and, in some small way, to keep alive the hope that we might yet know the truth about her death.

November 1, 2007, and I am in my local bank in Croydon, South London, when Meredith telephones from Perugia. It is 2.15pm, an unusual time for Meredith to call as we usually speak in the evenings.

But today she does not have to go to university, where she is studying European politics and Italian, as it is a public holiday in Italy.

The call is costing her money, so we don’t have a chance to say much.

I tell her I’ll call her when I get home, but she is going out for dinner with some English friends, so instead we arrange to speak tomorrow.

The next day comes and I find myself at home when Meredith’s mother, Arline, rings. It is 5pm and she has seen on the news that a female British student has been found murdered in Perugia.

I have been divorced from Arline for ten years, and she is living in Old Coulsdon, Surrey. I am worried, but I tell myself that there are many British students studying in Perugia.

Immediately, I call Meredith but all I hear is an automated message. For the next half-an-hour I try her number at least a dozen times, but every time the call goes through to the message.

Then suddenly, after what feels like an age of trying, her mobile starts to ring. I feel some relief and, for the first time, I am confident that my daughter is fine.

Yet, the phone rings on and on, and still there is no answer.

I have to get some information, so I call the foreign desk of a national newspaper. Having worked as a freelance journalist for Fleet Street newspapers and national magazines, it seems the logical thing to do. A man tells me that they have only sketchy details, but if I call back in an hour they might know more.

When I do, I am told by one of the foreign desk editors that Italian police have found the British girl’s mobile phone, and that they have been in touch with people in London.

Again, my hopes rise because this must mean that, whoever this unfortunate girl is, her family and the British police must have been notified.

I have not yet contacted our other children – Meredith’s older sister Stephanie, and brothers Lyle and John – because I do not want to worry them unduly.

For the next 30 minutes I sit by the phone, trying not to feel so apprehensive. Then the phone rings.

The call is from a young woman on the newspaper’s foreign desk. Hesitantly, she tells me they have a name for the victim. Though I ask for it, she is reluctant to tell me. She seems nervous herself and I have to persuade her to release the name. I shall never forget her words.

‘The name going round Italy,’ she says, ‘is Meredith.’

I drop the phone. I do not believe it. There has to be a mistake. I refuse to let the facts sink in.

I repeat it over and over to myself: ‘Not beautiful Meredith . . . Not beautiful Meredith . . .’

Numb with shock, I cannot even cry.

I arrive at Arline’s house within an hour. Stephanie, John and Lyle are there already. By now Arline has spoken to the Foreign Office. Officials have confirmed the worst. The dead girl is Meredith.

Everyone is crying. At 9pm, my daughter’s picture is on the news. I stare at it, registering its familiarity but unable to react.

It is as though my feelings have been folded up and removed from me, leaving my mind free to have pointlessly logical thoughts. I can’t say how I passed the night, except I don’t think I slept.

Nothing can prepare you for what it is like to have to travel to a foreign country to identify the body of your daughter. Meredith had told me how beautiful Perugia was.

Now, a little more than two months since she had first moved to the city, we were approaching it for the first time, and she was never coming home.

We met the Italian police at a roundabout, and they gave us an escort to the morgue. They did not speak English but consulate staff acted as our translators.

As we climbed up the steep roads, however, our talk petered out and we all felt the incongruity of the beautiful scenery and our purpose for being there.

There was a large number of officials inside the morgue, including the Chief of Police and the head of the homicide squad. Many of them were close to tears.

It was time to see my daughter. But I could not face going in. The brutal reality of having to see what had been done to Meredith had not really hit home. A small man from the mortuary approached Arline and Stephanie and, leaving me behind, they went through the doors. I could go no further.

For me, it would have put a full stop to my memories. I had seen her only a couple of weeks before when she had flown back to London to buy some winter clothes.

We had met for a coffee at a small Italian restaurant in Croydon, a place where we met often.

We would talk about books and music; the Italian film she had been to see to improve her language; the occasional dance she had been to with her new English friends and the wonderful pizzas she was eating.

On this occasion, Meredith was almost an hour late (this wasn’t unusual).

When she arrived, she talked eagerly about Perugia.

She said she was trying to buy a duvet for her bed, but nobody seemed to know where she could find one. I remember her saying she was determined to track one down. That this should be the duvet beneath which her body would be found is something that will always haunt me.

She had been laughing and was happy. It was the last time I had seen her and I wanted that to be the memory that I held in my mind for ever.

In the morgue, standing over her body, Arline had said: ‘Your father’s come all this way out here to see you, but doesn’t feel he can.’

Then she had smiled, for the last time, at our daughter.

‘But,’ she had whispered, ‘you know what your father’s like . . . 


Caption: Water babies: Meredith, left, aged ten, and her older sister Stephanie enjoying a day at the beach

The news that Amanda Knox was being held for the murder sent shockwaves through our family.

Arline could not comprehend that Meredith’s own housemate might have been involved in this terrible crime.

‘Amanda? Amanda?’ she kept repeating, in a state of utter disbelief.

We knew Meredith had not got on with Knox. Meredith had expressed irritation to us and to her friends in Perugia at Knox’s personal habits, because she frequently failed to flush the lavatory and Meredith had concerns over how Knox would ‘bring strange men back to the house’, but the idea that this irritation could lead to murder seemed preposterous.

We knew so little of the American girl and absolutely nothing of her boyfriend, Raffaele Sollecito, whom Meredith had never mentioned.

The alibis of Knox and Sollecito kept changing.

At first, Knox claimed to have been at Sollecito’s flat all evening on the night of the murder.

Then Sollecito claimed that she had left his place at about 9pm and had not returned until 1am, during which time he had been on the internet.

Knox then changed her story to say that she had been at the cottage at the time that Meredith was killed.

It was during these first days of questioning that Knox claimed that Diya ‘Patrick’ Lumumba, the owner of a local bar called Le Chic, was the murderer.

Lumumba, of Congolese origin, had been living legally in Italy since 1988, running the bar where Knox had a part-time job.

Back in England, this was the first big piece of news we had heard. Pictures of Lumumba were shown on television, but I spoke to Arline on the telephone and neither of us could believe that we were looking at the killer.

Two weeks later, the chief prosecutor, Giuliano Mignini, asked for Lumumba’s release, saying: ‘There are no longer any serious indications linking him to the crime.’

Lumumba was later quoted as saying: ‘I think that Amanda wanted to derail the investigation…

‘Amanda hated Meredith because people loved her more than Amanda. She was insanely jealous that Meredith was taking over her position as Queen Bee.’

Things became even more distressing. Although we knew Meredith had been killed by a knife wound to her throat, we had not realised it had been preceded by a sexual assault.

The post-mortem had revealed bruising on her lips and gums consistent with her face being crushed on the ground to hold her still. How could anyone do this to her, we asked ourselves? Why had she been singled out for this kind of treatment?

We tried to get our bearings by finding out more about Amanda Knox. I read that she was aged 20 and had been born in Seattle, the daughter of a retail executive and a primary-school teacher.

After only a few years, her parents divorced and Amanda went to Seattle Preparatory School, described as a strict Jesuit institution. Later, she attended Washington University.

Raffaele Sollecito remained a somewhat quiet, bespectacled figure. At the time of his arrest, he was aged 23. The son of a prominent urologist from Giovinazzo in southern Italy, he had led a privileged life. He described himself on a social networking site as being ‘sweet, but sometimes absolutely crazy’.

Sollecito appeared in pictures posted on the internet wielding a meat cleaver. It emerged that he was passionate about collecting knives.

After the murder, police searched his flat and discovered a collection of Japanese manga comics, some of which depicted acts of extreme violence.

One which attracted particular attention was concerned with the killing of female vampires at Halloween. It was not lost on police that Meredith had been dressed as a vampire to celebrate Halloween only one night before she was murdered.

Police later went on to say that the scene they discovered at the cottage was reminiscent of the scenes depicted in Sollecito’s comics.

A short while before Patrick Lumumba was released, the investigation took another decisive turn.

The police identified a bloodied fingerprint on Meredith’s pillow that belonged to one Rudy Hermann Guede, an immigrant from the Ivory Coast who had already been arrested for petty theft and drug dealing.

DNA taken from his toothbrush matched DNA found on and inside Meredith’s body.

This seemed to tie Guede to the scene of Meredith’s murder. Witnesses had already described a man of African origin fleeing the cottage on the night of the murder, later to be seen washing clothes in a launderette.

Guede had arrived in Italy from the Ivory Coast in 1992, aged five, with his father. When Guede was 15 his father had returned to Africa.

Extradited from Germany where he had been lying low, Guede was now concerned that Knox and Sollecito might attempt to pin the blame solely on him, so his defence team requested that he be tried on his own by a single presiding judge.

This ‘fast-track trial’ would take place during pre-trial hearings.

The request was granted. Armed with 10,000 pages of documentation, the judge, Paulo Micheli, heard evidence from forensics experts regarding the various DNA findings, Sollecito’s DNA having been discovered on Meredith’s bra clasp, and a bloodied footprint having been revealed as belonging to the young Italian man.

There was also the presentation of evidence that Knox’s bloodied footprints had been found in the cottage’s hallway and bathroom; that her DNA had been found in blood mixed with Meredith’s in the bathroom; and that her DNA had been shown to be on a knife handle, with Meredith’s on the blade – a knife that police had found at Sollecito’s apartment and which, the prosecution claimed, had been removed from the scene of the crime.

Judge Micheli also heard Knox’s and Sollecito’s defence teams attempting to refute much of the evidence, specifically the DNA evidence, which they blamed on contamination and poor forensics procedures.

This was to be a major contention in this pre-trial, the main trial and, later, the first appeal.

Regrettably, a key piece of evidence – the bra clasp – was not retrieved from the crime scene until 47 days after the murder because it had been hidden from view.

On October 28, 2008, Arline, Stephanie, Lyle and I returned to Perugia to hear the verdict on Guede.

After a nerve-racking wait, we were called to the court at 9pm. Photographers jostled at the entrance and we were guided in, individually, by police escorts.

I felt almost light-headed with lack of sleep; looking at Arline, Stephanie and Lyle, I saw the same strain on their faces. There was a tense silence.

Amanda Knox sat with her lawyers, as did Raffaele Sollecito and Rudy Guede with theirs. They had been brought in under armed guard. Judge Micheli entered and everyone rose to their feet.

The chief of homicide, Monica Napoleoni, stood at my side, ready to convey the verdict.

As the judge began his statement, Ms Napoleoni looked at me, squeezing my hand, then concentrated on what the judge was saying. It was in Italian, so we had no idea what was being said.

The judge had been deliberating for 12 hours about his decision. This was the moment.

Suddenly, Ms Napoleoni turned to look at me and squeezed my hand again, nodding emphatically.

Rudy Guede had been found guilty of complicity in Meredith’s murder and sentenced to 30 years in prison. Knox and Sollecito had been indicted on charges of murder and sexual violence and would stand trial.

I did not know what to feel. It was certainly not relief because I knew that this was only the beginning.

After this, we would have to go through the main trial. I can only say that we were not elated – but we were satisfied that justice was progressing in the right direction.

It was not a moment any of us could relish. In our hearts, all we wanted to know was what had happened to Meredith and why she had to be taken so cruelly away.

As her sister Stephanie said at Meredith’s memorial service: ‘Anyone who was fortunate enough to have known her would testify that she was one of the most caring people you could ever meet.

‘Nothing was too much for her. She was a loyal daughter, sister and friend.’

It is not only our family and her friends who have lost her. So has the world.

I Will Always Love You, she sang in her haunting voice

During those days following Meredith’s death, I would immerse myself in photographs and lose myself in memories of her jokes, her wicked one-liners and her laughter.

Then recently while cleaning my home, I came across a shoebox containing roll after roll of undeveloped film. They have since been developed and I have seen that wonderful smile once again. In one picture I particularly love, Meredith is opening her Christmas presents by the fireplace.

On Christmas Eve I would pull some ash into the fireplace and draw small footprints to show that Father Christmas’s boots had landed there.

Meredith was due on December 25, 1985. But, as was to be the pattern of her life, she was late, and it was on December 28 that Arline was taken to Guy’s Hospital in London.

I set out in the car with John, Lyle and Stephanie to drive the 18 miles to the hospital. The weather was freezing and after about ten minutes, there was a rattling sound coming from under the car bonnet. I discovered the water in the radiator had turned to ice. We abandoned the car and dashed to the nearest station, Purley, to continue our journey by train.

I like to think that it was because of the season she was born in that Meredith loved winter, especially when it snowed and she could get out her plastic sledge.

In October 1987, when Meredith was nearly two, a 120mph hurricane came through Old Coulsdon. Arline and I huddled on the upstairs landing with the four children. That night, an 80ft tree slammed across the back of the house, a long branch smashing through the girls’ bedroom window. It was a fortunate escape.

Meredith liked going to the coast and we visited Brighton regularly. Sometimes we had a picnic on the beach. Then there were the Lanes, a maze of narrow streets filled with cafes, bistros and antiques shops. She was fascinated by this place and I often picture her there.

In 1997, Arline and I agreed to divorce, and I moved into a flat in Croydon.

During that first week of living apart, I came home to find Meredith had left a message on my answering machine, singing Whitney Houston’s I Will Always Love You.

Her voice was beautiful and haunting, and I think I cried on hearing it. I kept it there, playing it several times every day until the telephone service provider deleted it.

Meredith would come for dinner every Friday after school. I would cook and then we would watch videos of the hit comedy series Friends.

She also loved clothes, so one day I took her to Selfridges in Oxford Street. I thought she might like to spend half an hour there. How stupid of me! I should have taken a packed lunch. A more fruitful shopping spree was when Meredith, then 14, Stephanie and I travelled on Eurostar to Lille.

We had a wonderful lunch and then the girls discovered some clothes shops. I had to visit a cash machine a couple of times to pay for all their purchases.

Some memories, however, brought me back to Meredith’s final night. I could not help thinking of the hours Meredith had spent practising karate, and how she must have fought back on the night she was murdered.

Against one person, we were all certain, Meredith could have held her own.

Did stress cause my stroke?

During the summer of 2009, I suffered a stroke. I’d had bouts of dizziness, which my doctor thought might be attributable to an ear condition, but then in July, I was hit with the stroke.

I was in hospital for several days and had double vision for weeks afterwards.

I will never know whether the stress of Meredith’s death and the subsequent trial affected my health, but it made me question how many more times I could make the trip to Perugia, and how much more of the chaos I was able to bear.

How the Foreign Office let us down

We were surprised at the lack of financial help available from the British Government as we dealt with the aftermath of Meredith’s death.

We had received tremendous support from the British Consulate in Florence, which arranged translation facilities and made transport arrangements, but despite our pleas, we did not receive any financial support from the Foreign Office.

A number of MPs campaigned on our behalf for some contribution towards our flights, but their efforts were to no avail.

Indeed, it seemed this was a policy decision, one that did not affect just us, but anybody who had suffered an ordeal such as ours. This lack of help was despite the fact that we were obliged to provide testimonies in court.

Nor could we expect any help from the Italian government. Before Meredith was murdered, EU states had said they would sign an agreement to compensate the families of foreign nationals who were victims of a violent crime committed in their country.

However, of all the states, Italy failed to sign the agreement in time.

Financially we were alone and it made the business of attending the trial, and seeking justice for Meredith, all the more problematic.

[Livia]

Ali hat geschrieben
Antrag auf Wiederaufnahme

Nach dem Freispruch von Knox und Sollecito am Montag will Guede einen Antrag auf Wiederaufnahme des Prozesses stellen. "Wenn die beiden unschuldig sind, bin ich es auch. Ich möchte wissen, warum ich als einziger für diesen Fall zahlen muss", sagte Guede laut italienischen Medien. Der Freispruch von Knox und Sollecito habe ihn zutiefst erschüttert. "Nicht einmal, als ich selber verurteilt worden bin, habe ich mich so schlecht gefühlt", so Guede.

Sollecito, der in seinen Heimatort Bisceglie zurückgekehrt ist, weigerte sich bisher, die Journalisten zu treffen. "Er ist stark mitgenommen", berichteten die Angehörigen. Im Gefängnis habe sich der 27-Jährige der Religion genähert. "Lange habe ich mich gefragt, warum gerade mir all das geschehen ist. Dann habe ich aber aufgehört, mir diese Frage zu stellen. Ich bin sicher, dass dieses Opfer einen Sinn haben wird", wurde Sollecito von Angehörigen zitiert. (AP

Dass dieser Prozess neu aufgerollt wird, finde ich für sehr wichtig. Dass nur der Afrikaner verurteilt wurde, lässt mich vermuten, dass er nicht das nötige Geld zur Verfügung hatte, um sich auch Freizukaufen wie die beiden anderen. Ob jemals die Wahrheit ans Licht kommt, bezweifle ich jedoch sehr.

[Ali]

Dass dieser Prozess neu aufgerollt wird, finde ich für sehr wichtig. Dass nur der Afrikaner verurteilt wurde, lässt mich vermuten, dass er nicht das nötige Geld zur Verfügung hatte, um sich auch Freizukaufen wie die beiden anderen. Ob jemals die Wahrheit ans Licht kommt, bezweifle ich jedoch sehr.

Das sehe ich genauso wie du, Livia!

Es wurden 2 Messer benutzt.....das lässt auf mindestens 2 Täter schließen.
Ich habe heute einen Artikel in der Brigitte gelesen.

47 Messerstiche und die Kehle durchgeschnitten.

Meredith Kercher konnte Karate. Ihr Vater meinte gegen einen Einzeltäter hätte sie sich wehren können.
Ich denke, dass alle 3 schuldig sind.
2 müssen sie zumindest festgehalten haben.

Ich denke, dass das ERSTE URTEIL das RICHTIGE URTEIL war.

Der Schwarze musste wieder als Einziger dran glauben. Denn einen Täter, der zur Leiche passt, brauchten sie ja.

Ich hoffe doch, dass die Wahrheit noch rauskommt.
Ein absolutes Unding, dass man nachher Amanda Knox mit ihrer geheuchelten Show noch zum Medienstar machte.
Ich war ebenfalls ENTSETZT über diesen Freispruch.

[Livia]

Ali hat geschrieben
Ich hoffe doch, dass die Wahrheit noch rauskommt.
Ein absolutes Unding, dass man nachher Amanda Knox mit ihrer geheuchelten Show noch zum Medienstar machte.
Ich war ebenfalls ENTSETZT über diesen Freispruch.

Auch ich war entsetzt, hatte ich doch den ganzen Prozess damals intensiv verfolgt. Die Knox hatte einen Aufseher des sexuellen Uebergriffs beschuldigt, bald danach kam sie frei. Auch das war ein abgekartes Spiel zwischen Anwalt und der Knox. Auch ich denke dass alle drei schuldig sind.

Mordfall Kercher Familie Sollecito verspricht Unterstützung

10.10.2011, 12:29

Raffaele Sollecito, der stille Arztsohn aus Süditalien, spielte im Justizdrama um den Tod der Britin Meredith Kercher stets nur eine Nebenrolle. Jetzt geht seine Familie in die Offensive: Man wolle die Hinterbliebenen Kerchers bei der Aufklärung des Falls unterstützen. Die plant indes offenbar eine Zivilklage - gegen Amanda Knox.

Während seine Ex-Freundin Amanda Knox in Seattle von Jubelrufen und Dutzenden Kameras begrüßt wurde, war Raffaele Sollecito nach dem spektakulären Freispruch im Mordfall Kercher zunächst lautlos verschwunden. Sollecito, der - so das erste Urteil - die britische Studentin Meredith Kercher angeblich gemeinsam mit Knox ermordet haben soll, durfte ebenfalls nach Hause zurückkehren. Zuhause, das ist für Sollecito Bisceglie, ein kleiner Ort an der südlichen Adriaküste.

Süditalien und die Mafia lässt grüssen.

http://www.sueddeutsche.de/panorama/mor ... -1.1158250

[Ali]

Interessanter link, danke Livia!

Hab ihn gleich auf FB geposted.

[Livia]

Interessanter link, danke Livia!

Hab ihn gleich auf FB geposted.

Gern geschehen.

[Livia]

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Prozess gegen "Engel mit den Eisaugen" wird neu aufgerollt

Der Mordprozess gegen die US-Amerikanerin Amanda Knox wird neu aufgerollt. Das höchste italienische Gericht hat den Freispruch für die 25-Jährige - die auch "Engel mit den Eisaugen" genannt wird - sowie ihren Ex-Freund Raffaele Sollecito aufgehoben.

Knox ist seit ihrem Freispruch im Herbst 2011 wieder in den USA. Offen ist, ob sie zu einem neuen Prozess in Italien erscheint. Der neue Prozess soll nicht wieder in Perugia, sondern in Florenz stattfinden, entschied das Kassationsgericht.

Knox und dem Italiener Sollecito wird vorgeworfen, die britische Austauschstudentin Meredith Kercher 2007 im umbrischen Perugia bei ausufernden Sexspielen getötet zu haben. Nach einer ersten Verurteilung waren sie in zweiter Instanz in einem Indizienprozess freigesprochen worden. Dagegen hatten die Familie des Opfers und die Staatsanwaltschaft Berufung eingelegt.

Knox reagierte bestürzt auf die Nachricht, dass ein neuer Prozess vor dem Schwurgericht in Florenz beginnen werde. "Man glaubt mir immer noch nicht", sagte sie im Gespräch mit ihren Rechtsanwälten.

Mittäter im Gefängnis

In Haft sitzt der Ivorer Rudy Guede - jedoch wegen Mittäterschaft und nicht wegen Mordes. Er wurde zu 16 Jahren Haft verurteilt, die vom Kassationsgericht bestätigt worden waren.

Bestätigt hat das oberste Gericht zudem die Verurteilung von Knox zu einer dreijährigen Haftstrafe wegen Verleumdung des Barmannes Patrick Lumumba. Sie hatte ihn zunächst der Tat bezichtigt. Diese Strafe ist definitiv, Knox hat sie aber bereits in U-Haft abgesessen.
(sda)

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[Livia]

Italienisches Gericht: Freispruch von Amanda Knox war falsch

Der Freispruch im spektakulären Mordprozess gegen die US-Studentin Amanda Knox ist nach Ansicht des höchsten italienischen Gerichts unlogisch gewesen.

Mit diesen Worten begründete der Oberste Kassationsgerichtshof in Rom die Wiedereröffnung des Verfahrens gegen den «Engel mit den Eisaugen» und ihren Ex-Freund Raffaele Sollecito. In einem am Dienstag veröffentlichten 74-seitigen Bericht erklärten die Richter, es habe im Berufungsverfahren «mehrere Beispiele für Unzulänglichkeiten, Widersprüche und klare Logikmängel» gegeben.

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