He’s a punk; an assassin for the mob in Philadelphia and he feels no remorse over the numerous murders he’s committed. In an interview with 60 Minutes a reporter asked the chunky, arrogant thug staring into the camera if he realized the serious nature of his crimes and he simply shook his head. He explained away his sins by insisting it was simply part of his job. He lives in a big house with a pool. He has a wife and two children. He hasn’t truly been held accountable for his actions by the law. This assassin cannot be reformed because in his soul he doesn’t feel he’s wrong. Still, the mobster admits what he is even if it isn’t much, even if he’s not sorry. The thug in the interview doesn’t pretend to be a victim. Because he admits his vile behavior without a shudder I hold him in higher regard than those who falsely accused my brother of a crime he didn’t commit and go on as though they’ve done nothing. The following entries are but two of three documents on record in which my brother’s accuser admits she lied. The courts claim it’s not uncommon for someone to accuse another of a crime and then retract their statement. The accused doesn’t stand a chance against such logic. I want to believe that a liar never fully gains a victory over their victims. That a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked. The person who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on. There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.