Before she died, Holly promised me “I’ll haunt you if I can.” But I never imagined that she would move in and that this would be the result. I’ve been up this morning since 3:30 am and my wait for news from Memphis seems longer than it otherwise might.
I just received an e-mail from Matt, who is also an early-riser, and he is on pins and needles waiting for the news. I know that others in time zones all over the world are waiting, too. Roberta, who lives in England, just posted a comment on yesterday’s blog post. “It’s turned noon here in England and waiting to know the outcome.”
A couple nice things happened yesterday that are making today’s wait a little easier to handle.
The first is that I received a call yesterday afternoon from a woman in New England in response to yesterday’s appeal for contributions. She wanted to tell me she was putting a $5,000 check in today’s mail for James Prindle’s defense.
“I wish it could be the whole ten thousand you need,” she said. She told me she was sending us her family’s vacation money. (She is the second person to have told me this. Our friend Rainer in Germany did the same thing for James.)
Knowing that people are willing to make personal sacrifices like this reminds me that I am not waiting alone. It makes the wait a lot more bearable.
The second nice thing that happened yesterday is that a music CD arrived that I had tried to order from Europe a long time ago, but never received. Now it is here and the house is filled with the lovely voice of Carminho, a rising star from Portugal who is one of the new standard bearers of Fado (Portuguese pronunciation: ‘faðu, meaning “destiny” or “fate”), a music genre which is characterized by mournful tunes and lyrics, often about the sea or the life of the poor, and infused with a sentiment of resignation, fatefulness and melancholia (loosely captured by the Portuguese word “saudade“, or “longing”).
The funny thing is, this music cheers me—probably because I don’t understand Portuguese.
Anyway, I’m listening to Carminho and working at my desk as I wait for news. I will keep adding to this post throughout the day as new information is learned, just like I did yesterday. So you may wish to check back from time to time.
(If you only read yesterday’s post once, you may wish to take a second look. There were late night developments.)
8:00 am – Stephen has just called from the courthouse. He says nothing is happening there yet. No one but him is around. He told me he looked for some papers to bring to court, and they are missing. Someone has apparently gone through his motel room and taken them. Mosquitoes.
11:35 am – In an extremely short hearing, the judge granted a 7-day continuance while James is being evaluated by TDOC. Sentencing is rescheduled to July 18th.
This is very good news. It gives us an additional week to continue developing information about the real perpetrator and to identify and engage new defense counsel.
I am being torn in several directions at once by ringing phones, etc., and will write more a little later. We can all breathe a little easier and dispel any sense of gloom we have been feeling.
This development reminds me yet again that James’ fate is in God’s merciful hands.
It is nearly 11:00 pm and I have not kept my promise to write more.
There has been another contact with our informant, and the true picture of the crime is coming into focus for us. The vileness of the evil done to James and the other kids involved is almost beyond comprehension. James is only a patsy. All of the people involved in the assault of Neily Shea Sanders are becoming known to us, as well as the connections between them.
We are sharing this information with a large enough network of our people so that these dark secrets, once only known within a criminal web, are secrets no longer. They are being shared with the FBI. They will be revealed to you soon. Please be patient.
This is exhausting. I have been going nonstop all day. I must get some sleep. I am, after all, an early riser.
Groove of the Day