Phantom Justice

Young Boone's Koo

Description

Stirring memoir combines prison diaries.

This book provides a unique glimpse into what justice of Indiana was like, and describes harrowing experience with Indiana Justice and Judicial Systems.

Sujets

• Criminals
• Biography
• Outlaws
• Autobiography

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 21 février 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456609238
• Langue: English

Extrait

Phantom Justice
 
Koo vs. State of Indiana
 
 
by
Young S. Koo
 


Copyright 2012 Young Koo,
All rights reserved.
 
 
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-0923-8
 
 
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Preface
This is a stirring story of my prison life at the CIC (Correctional Industrial Center), Pendleton, Indiana, where I have served time while appealing against the judgment of the Lake County Superior Court.
First off, how the State convicted me leaves a shameful blemish in the history of Indiana and the criminal trial of America, because the State never investigated, interrogated, contacted, or identified me as a defendant. There was nothing but foul and contaminated justices animated by a ghost, and so I have named this book, Phantom Justice .
Despite the circumstances of the case, I received a twenty-year sentence, and thus I appealed this unproven conviction before the Appellate Court, but the court denied my appeal, in order perhaps to cover up how Lake County had convicted me over the 5 th, 6 th, and 14 th amendments of the U.S. Constitution.
Prior to the trial, I had gone to Korea to see my mother, and she surprisingly warned me of the evil character of justice in America, asking me not to return to America. But I refused her wish and came back to America, expecting to face true justice.
She was right, however, and, because of phantom justice, an extraordinary transformation of my life began to take place in Indiana, not as a metamorphosis but as a synchronous mutation into a condemned person, and led to my being dumped into the Department of Corrections (DOC).
The mixtures of laws and odors were what justice was all about in Indiana. Amazingly, the Indiana court systems seemed as though full of foul odors due to decomposed and phantom justices so that no one dared to touch and correct their malfeasances.
Through this book, people can now find how the fungus-infected justice and judicial systems of Indiana could have been easily disseminated into the American Bars. The name of justice is around the corner all the time, but true and sound justice is not available to law-abiding people.
You have to read the book about the trial, Evil Justice , in order to understand and discover how and why the state destroyed my rights, and you will find out how evil justice created phantom justice.
People know and believe the U.S. Constitution protects us from unreasonable arrest, ensures the protection of due process and provides a fair trial.
After all is said and done, I pray people can learn and digest these stories sincerely, and then repair the phantom justice of Indiana and help all concerned to correct the wicked judicial performances in compassionate and truthful ways in God’s country.
 
1
Sentence
On August 26, 1992, the temporary judge Edward Page sentenced me to twenty years in prison to satisfy himself, and on October 15, I was moved to the RDC (Reception and Diagnostic Center) from the Lake County Jail.
Because the fairness of the laws was abandoned, the integrity of the court disappeared and an evil brand of justice reigned under the auspices of the court, so a painful three-week ghost trial commenced. But at the end of the trial I was convicted and the condemnation of my life began, without my receiving a true and solid foundation of fair defense against the charges in this democratic country, America.
When the allegation was made that I raped a patient, no one came and investigated the allegation and collected the necessary evidence in accordance with criminal procedure, yet two years later the charges were published. During the trial, the court allowed the sham deputy prosecutor, Phillip Benson, to present fabricated and uncontested physical evidence.
From the beginning, because phantom justice overpowered reason at the time of the trial, there was no fairness of the law to speak of, but predominantly discriminatory trial patterns were dictated. So eventually I had to surrender my rights to devils.
 
ORDER
08-26-92. For committing the offense of rape, a Class B felony, the defendant is remanded to the custody of the department of correction for classification and confinement in an appropriate facility for a term of twenty years , the maximum sentence .
SO ORDERED: T. EDWARD PAGE, Judge Pro Tempore
*Pursuant to the Indiana Rules of Trial Procedure, Trial Rule 63(A).
 
In the Hammond Times :
August 27, 1992
Koo sentenced to 20 years
Crown Point — Dr. Young Soo Koo was sentenced to the maximum 20-years term for rape conviction in July.
 
August 28, 1992
Koo’s lawyers plan quick appeal
CROWN POINT — Appellate lawyers for a Schererville doctor convicted of raping a patient during an office visit say they will waste no time in trying to get the conviction overturned.
Joseph Van Bokkelen, who will represent Dr. Young Soo Koo in his appeal, said during this week’s sentencing hearing that he wants a new trial and “a clear shot” at an acquittal. Van Bokkelen said his appeal will question the correctness of two rulings by Lake Superior Court Magistrate T. Edward Page. The first was Page’s ruling that the trial defense lawyer, John Breclaw, was improperly excluding women from the jury. During jury selection, lawyers from either side are allowed 10 challenges to potential jurors without cause, and an unlimited number if they can show a reason a person should be excluded.
Page ruled Breclaw was using some of his 10 no-causal, or peremptory, challenges to exclude female jurors. Breclaw denied this and said he challenged the woman cited as an example by Page not because of her gender but because she was a registered nurse. Recent U.S. Supreme Court rulings say that peremptory challenges, although supposedly for any cause, cannot be used to exclude jurors because of race. When Breclaw said Page’s ruling did not follow the Supreme Court test, Page admitted he was taking the high court ruling and putting a new twist on it, although he said he felt his interpretation will be upheld.
The second challenge will be to Page’s ruling that allowed two women to testify at Koo’s trial that they had been raped by Koo in his office. It was unfair to ask Koo to respond to allegations for which he had never been criminally charged, Breclaw said.
Evidence of uncharged crimes is admissible in Indiana under narrow rule that says such crimes must be so unique as to leave little doubt they were committed by the defendant. These so-called “finger-print” or “signature” crimes are normally used in cases of serial crimes.
Breclaw argued to Page, and Van Bokkelen said he will argue to the appeals court, that if the allegations were too weak to charge Koo, they were too weak to be used as evidence of another crime.
Judges have discretion whether to allow “signature” crimes into evidence and judges presented with the same set of circumstances can disagree about whether such a “signature” exists. Should the appeals court rule in favor of Koo, Van Bokkelen would not have to defend against the uncharged allegations.
 
2
Beginning of the Condemned Life
October 15
Transfer to RDC from Lake County Jail, Indiana
Early in the morning, at around 4 a.m., one correctional officer knocked on my cell and ordered me to get ready to go to the RDC. Meantime, I had learned a little about the RDC from other jail inmates.
They told me that RDC stands for the Reception and Diagnostic Center for bad boys. It sounded good to me when I heard the name. It seemed to me that the state wanted to take good care of all prisoners committed for their crimes, charges or sentences. I believed the state would make a diagnosis for their crimes individually for the state’s records and discover the etiologies of each crime for future uses. Then, the state would initiate constructive recommendations for each crime. I was somewhat excited.
I had nothing to pack. The officer handcuffed and took me down to the jail booking area where I was initially taken following the trial three months ago. It was already familiar in my sight, and then I realized I had become one of the senseless prisoners of Indiana after all.
In there, they ordered me to change into civilian clothes — those I had worn when I enlisted in — so I did, and then I was dropped into a separated cell next to the booking office and uncuffed.
Soon six other prospective prisoners were brought down. So the cell was warmed with prisoners, and it seemed not a bad place for them, by the way they were talking with each other. Of course, I was an atypical extra, but most of all they did not pay any attention to me. I was left alone in the corner.
They were acting and talking like experts of all things criminal, and they chanted while clapping their hands as they told about the charges and were recounting their thrilling adventures of crimes outside. They made high-fives and touched palms as though winners, and then laughed and smiled. I watched them talk but could not understand what they were really talking about. I tried not to look at them and just kept to myself.
Once their moods were up, they were predicting their destinations and their respective characters openly as if they were already assigned to them.
There were four whites, two blacks, and me, a special, being none of the above. Soon, they served breakfast: one bowl of cereal and a quart of juice with milk. Past 6 a.m., the booking place began to get busy and the police officers were bringing new “merchandise” in their cars and sold them to this county jail “free of charge.”
At around 7 a.m., the transportation officer put handcuffs and shackled us because bad boys might