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Doreen McGettigan
September 2010
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Doreen McGettigan
September 2010
Matt’s closing argument was emotional to say the least. He asked the jury to use common sense. He reminded them of the testimony of neighbor after neighbor stating David was lying on the ground begging for his life as he was being beaten with a hammer and kicked in the head. He reminded the jurors David’s skull was nearly split in half. He slammed a photo of David down on the defense table in front of Galione and Reeves and said, “This was not self defense, It was murder”. Everyone in the courtroom jumped. Matt asked the jury to consider third degree murder and explained to them that was a willful and malicious act, not necessarily pre-meditated. A third degree murder conviction carries a 20-40 year sentence. I wanted first degree murder. I believed they set out to kill someone that night. I believe David was tortured, mercilessly. God bless Matt his closing argument was right to the point. He did not drag it out ridiculously. He made no excuses. It was over. Now it was up to the jury. Justice for David and his family was up to these twelve, brave strangers. I wished I could hear them deliberate. I had to trust them. I had no choice. The judge gave the jury long, drawn out instructions and the jury left the courtroom. We would wait. My son’s wife was having contractions. I hoped my new grand baby would hold off until the jury made their decision. I was anxious to meet this new life. It was the only thing getting me through this nightmare. It was like the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. David would have been so happy for my son. He should be here. I did want someone to pay. Your damn right I wanted them all to pay. I wanted them to pay with their lives. Not that I wanted them to die, I would not want their families to suffer the way we have, I just wanted them in jail for a long time. A very, very, long time behind bars suffering and haunted by David’s voice begging for his life. I never wanted them to know the joy of a new child. The waiting was agonizing. I walked the halls of the courthouse. I stared out the window. I talked with my kids. Galione’s family was glaring at us. For the life of me, I could not understand why they hated us. Where was their empathy? Where was their shame? I had once felt sorry for them. I thought they were good people and did not deserve to be going through any of this. Now I just did not get why they were so cruel. Their son was a murderer and that was a fact they needed to face. The jury had not made a decision. They asked the judge if they could be excused for the night. I remembered from watching television shows the longer the jury takes the worse the news is for the prosecution. It was so hard to watch Galione and Reeves walk out of that courthouse. They were both free on bail. The thought of them at home with their families made me crazy. I could only hope tomorrow would be the day. The day we would witness the two of them led off to prison in shackles.

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