So mamma can influence the jury with her tears.
At breakfast this morning, the TV was on in the restaurant turned to HLN. I was watching some of the testimony and the camera kept going back to the parents of TM. Both of them sitting there chewing gum, listening to the 911 call. No tears, no face struggling not to crack and tears begin to fall. Just two people sitting there listening to a call about a body on the ground, possibly dead. Their son as we know now.
Parents? Hard to call them that. I could almost see the dollar signs on their foreheads. One couldn’t/wouldn’t control him and the other apparently didn’t give a sh** until he was dead. Then he was the loved son, taken from them by the evil “white” man. But lots of money just might soothe that loss.