In the Hartford Courant published April 30, a reporter interviewed Richard Lapointe. Twenty years ago, he was convicted of murdering his wife’s grandmother. At the time, he signed three confessions all the while telling police that he loved his grandmother-in-law.
He confessed to killing her. It looks bad.
He has an IQ of 80. He does not remember admitting to murder. In the article, he is quoted as saying he never confessed; he is not a stupid man. He would never do that. He just remembers that the police kept talking and he could not go home.
He signed one confession saying he strangled his grandmother-in-law with his bare hands. A medical examiner testified that she was strangled with pressure from a blunt object. Lapointe signed a second confession indicating that he stabbed his 88-year-old grandmother in law in the family room, while evidence suggests that the stabbing occurred in the bedroom. In the third confession, Lapointe said that his grandmother in law was wearing a pink housecoat. No such article of clothing was ever found. Hmmmm…… (Aren’t you thinking it too? Whoever wrote the confessions does not seem to have read the evidence very well. Of course, that is easy to write now.) Worse, DNA in a pubic hair found at the scene does not match Lapointe’s DNA. The author obviously wants Lapointe’s conviction overturned. After reading the article, I am obviously hoping for the same thing.
Despite all he has been through, (being wrongfully convicted, losing his wife, losing a relationship with his son) he is not bitter. He is not angry with police over three signed confessions. “They were just dong their jobs.” Can you imagine that? He is a saint. I have fantasies about strangling people who get in the 12 items or less lane with a full cart of groceries. He can forgive years of incarceration and not even understand being angry.
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