Posted on 01/20/2007 12:19:26 PM PST by jmc1969
He saved my life, daughter says Judge accepts jury's call for 10-year term
A tearful Jadah Walker said yesterday her father, Kim Walker, will always be her hero after a jury found him guilty of second-degree murder in the shooting death of her drug-dealer boyfriend.
The verdict, which the defence plans to appeal, comes with a mandatory sentence of life imprisonment.
But Justice Jennifer Pritchard made Walker eligible for parole in a decade, the minimum time allowed, as recommended by the eight-woman, four-man jury.
James Hayward, 24, bled to death from five gunshot wounds on March 17, 2003, after Walker shot him in front of Jadah and four other witnesses.
During the nine-day trial, the defence portrayed Walker as a despairing father trying to rescue his then-16-year-old daughter from a life-threatening drug addiction.
After he was taken into custody yesterday, for the first time since being released on bail shortly after the shooting, a distraught Jadah Walker, now 20, said her father had saved her life.
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That was meant to be tongue in cheek.
Had that been my daughter I probably would have done the same thing. Only in FL I could have told police he came into our home, threatened the both of us in a rage and I shot him in self defense because I felt mine and my daughters lives were in jeopardy. That's the law and dead men tell no tales.
No matter what you think is justified on that, in the manner of frontier justice, you're going to jail if you try it. I'll guarantee that. It's only if your life is directly threatened (and you better have some good witnesses...).
Regards,
Star Traveler
If I had a nickel for every time I heard this...
Defence lawyer Morris Bodnar told reporters he would file an appeal as soon as he can, with one basis being that Pritchard did not allow Walker to claim self-defence. He also claimed she erred by instructing the jury that acquittal was not an option.
Acquittal was not an option?!?!? What kind of kangaroo court was this?
I, for one, will dispense when necessary, frontier justice to protect the lives of my children and/or grandchildren. And yes, I am prepared to suffer the consequences for my actions.
You said -- "That was meant to be tongue in cheek."
Okay, but at the same time, look at the other post that I just did, where I was getting ready to shoot an honest-to-goodness drug dealer -- but nothing ever came of it. I wasn't threatened and the problem went away.
In that instance, if I had been attacked, there would probably be one dead drug dealer.
Regards,
Star Traveler
You said -- "I, for one, will dispense when necessary, frontier justice to protect the lives of my children and/or grandchildren. And yes, I am prepared to suffer the consequences for my actions."
In that, I understand what you're saying. You're saying that the price of being convicted and in jail is worth the price for saving the daughter. Okay -- that's a personal decision and if one wants to make it that way -- it is, certainly, their decision.
I was making the point that this kind of thing *would* end up with the dad being in jail -- for sure. As long as one is prepared to pay the price, then that's their decision.
Regards,
Star Traveler
Third world nation justice.... that is what you get when you vote despots to leadership positions.
You asked -- "When were you elected judge. The poster was saying it tonge-in-check so to speak, and if he was on a jury in the good old USA he could have legally made the same decision."
Have you failed to consider that at some point in time, I may very well be the judge on that kind of matter -- along with 11 other citizens? And in that case, I would have to weigh those things very carefully.
Regards,
Star Traveler
Fortunately there were reasonable people on that jury that saw it a different way.
"He saved my life," daughter says.
Yeah, and she contributed to ruining her father's life.
There are a few hints that this wasn't in the U.S.
I dont need witnesses. All I need to do is drag the body to the inside of the house, smash the window on the front door, place a drop gun or knife in the hand of the corpse, and tell the cops: "I feared for my life".
Yeah. You try that. And when they find the blood trail leading from outside, through your front door to the body, be prepared to spend the rest of your life in prison. Cops know what a contrived crime scene looks like.
I don't think the courts, both in Canada and here, understand what justice is anymore. They're too involved in protecting the rights of the criminals, not the victims. This leaves no alternative.
You said -- I dont need witnesses. All I need to do is drag the body to the inside of the house, smash the window on the front door, place a drop gun or knife in the hand of the corpse, and tell the cops: "I feared for my life".
Get a clue... life doesn't come that easy. It's great for a novel, but it doesn't work out in real life. I have been in real life situations where I have been ready to pull out the weapon and shoot and I'll guarantee you I was expecting someone to walk from out around a corner and go for me.
I dealt with the problem by *advertising* the fact that I was ready for a shootout and they better be just as ready...
I'm not going to drag a body 10 miles away and say, "Oh, officer, it happened right here..."
Yeah, sure...
Regards,
Star Traveler
You said -- "This leaves no alternative."
Could very well be. I would try alternatives, first -- of course...
Regards,
Star Traveler
Maybe this incident will teach her to behave from now on. Daddy doesnt like boyfriend. Daddy shoots boyfriend. Dont like Daddys methods? Then move out when you're 18.
10 Simple Rules for Dating My Daughter
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early"
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool.
Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight.
Places where there is darkness.
Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness.
Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat.
Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay.
Hockey games are okay.
Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car-there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
Hey! Did you say it was snowing in Texas? I'm in Dallas right now and we got a little the other day. I'm been wanting to get back up to Tulsa, but there's still a lot of ice around there. So, I'll wait a little bit longer.
Regards,
Star Traveler
wow, do you have alot to learn.
Oh yeah? Worked everytime I've tried it ;-)
I'm not going to drag a body 10 miles away and say, "Oh, officer, it happened right here..."
Who says you have to drag a body that distance? Ever hear of a car trunk? Do you see the Mafia dragging bodies for miles out openly in the street?
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