Tuesday, December 24, 2013
No post today
No post this week or next week, guys. Take a minute to hold your friends and family close, and give thanks for everything you've been blessed with.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Dear Family 14
What’s Up Loved Ones,
I feel impelled to start this
letter off by saying: My communication has really sucked!
And I’m sorry, even though you’re
probably sick of my sorrys and just want to hear more from me.
Well, I am working on a
long legal letter that I think will intrigue you. But I won’t wait till that
letter is complete. I’m going to write you, and I’m going to be consistent.
So, again, expect much more
writing from me, and I won’t stop promising that till I fucking fulfill it. Let
me start by talking about the S.O.N.
We had complications with a few samples
getting cleared, but things are finally getting ironed out. Our next giveaway
is on December 14th, give or take a day. I don’t want you guys
worrying about us giving away too many sings. The songs you’re getting for free
will be remixed for the album, so you’ll be getting something a little
different on The S.O.N. Plus we got seventeen songs on the album, AND the free
Screwed and Chopped version, so that’s plenty of content to generate sales. I’ve
heard some of you say, distressingly, that we’re going to end up giving away
the whole album. That’s why I feel so fortunate about the kind of fans we have
because, usually, fans would be thrilled about that. But a lot of you would
rather see us release the entire project so you can purchase the whole thing.
That’s a special and rare love, and it’s why the Dope House remains so powerful
and influential. Because of you, who are our oxygen.
I’ve been thinking the last few
days, and I want to lay out some specific elements of our movement. I’ve spoken
about the movement but never talk about what it is, exactly, or what we can do
to strengthen it. The goal is to help each other live fulfilling and prosperous
lives. When I say this, I mean all nationalities. I understand that the
majority of our fanbase is Mexican American, but I don’t want it to be lost on
anyone that our virtual race is what I call the “Player Race”, which is in
contrast to the “Hater Race”. I said “in contrast” not “in opposition” because
we’re not at war with haters. Our only war, as the Bible says, is with the
unseen evil that lurks among us, but never with man. Humans who are full of
hate, destruction and other dark traits are only suffering from the poisons
that made them. It’s nobody’s fault by what ingredients they were made, and it’s
not our job to judge. You guys heard of the slogan, “Got Milk?” Well, our
slogan should be “Got Love?” because if you do, you’re one of the fortunate who
were made with better ingredients. And the world needs you to use that love to
help the ones who lack it. A person without love is dangerous to himself and
others.
Some people say, “I got love; I
love my family, I love my homeboys, I love my hood.” But anyone can love those
that love them back. When you truly have love, it’s for all of mankind, because
we all come from the same rib bone.
I focus a lot on the problems of
Mexican Americans, but that’s because we’re living the most tragic lives in
American society. If you’ve got five bullet holes, the doctor will tend to each
one according to their severity. Sure, the one that shattered your knee, and
the one that blew off your nose are serious, but the one that hit your main
artery is the most critical. The Mexican American, in his gang-infested
neighborhood, is the most likely to join a gang and subsequently destroy his
life. This is why our nationality has more men in prison cells than college
classes, has the highest percent of prisoners by ratio, has the number one
drop-out rate by ratio and has more race on race violence than any other
nationality. These are real, true, unexaggerated facts. I think one of our
focuses in this movement should be to help innocent kids from falling into gang
life. It’s a cycle that must be stopped, a cycle that should be considered an
epidemic, but apparently our government isn’t concerned enough to even
recognize what it’s doing to millions of lives. So, it’s up to us to save us,
thus the question of the movement speaks loudly: Got love? If you do, let’s
start putting our heads together because the world needs us. Don’t take on the
attitude that you’re better than other people, and it’s their own fault that
they’re fucking up. That’s not true, my friend. Yes, we have freewill, but there’s
a force behind those choices, and that force is created way before we had a
choice of what kind of world we want to be in. Some people may have been given
the revelation of knowing they deserve the best and, somehow, given the love
and intelligence to live by that revelation. Some simply did not see, or maybe
didn’t have the brain capacity to capture that revelation and live by it. The
only people who can help the unfortunate are the non-judgmental fortunate.
Because it doesn’t matter how blessed you are, if you judge people, it will
deplete the love necessary to help them.
That’s what I want to focus on,
and whoever shares that passion with me, I’m so looking forward to
working with you. If you don’t share that passion, it’s okay. I once spoke to
my cousin about this and he said, “Carlos, if it ain’t about my family, or my
close friends, I’d rather stay out of it.”
I was shocked. I thought all
Mexican-Americans wanted to see our people doing better in life, and would be
proactive in that struggle. I said, “You don’t care about all of the beautiful
kids that will one day fill prison cells because of the lives that they were
force-fed?”
He said, “You make it sound like
I’m a bad person.”
The truth is that he’s not a bad
person, he just wants to focus on his own circle. My mom is like that. She
said, “Carlos, everyone has their own bag. God put you, Tudy and Sylvia in my
bag, and then my grandchildren. That’s who I’m here for.”
I can understand that because I
got kids. But I still have this passion to help others, and I hope I can. These
guys in prison with me were all once innocent little kids. Society feels sorry
for them when they’re little, when society hears about how cruel life has been
to them. But as soon as the effects of unfortunate circumstances combine with a
little facial hair, that’s when society goes from “Oh, that poor child” to “Oh,
that piece of shit.”
No, he’s not a piece of shit, he’s
poisoned, and whenever we can lose the judgment and learn to help, that’s when
our chances of not getting a gun shoved in our mouth will improve.
So, again, what can we do as a
collective group, to help? STep one, understand that the job of judging is
impossible for humans. We have no idea what ingredients raised/made people, or
what kind of physiological weaknesses their brains have. Many soldiers come
back from war, suffering from mental disorders, and it’s understandable. There
are, also, millions of babies being raised in another kind of warzone, and they’re
not only experiencing all this darkness, but it’s what’s making them.
We simply don’t know what people
have been through from the day we were born, or what kind of brain they were
given to deal with it all. Not everyone has the same talents and creativity to
overcome unfortunate pasts. Only God can judge, because he’s the only one who
knows. If you judge people you won’t want to keep helping them, so that’s step
number one: Don’t judge. Sorry to keep repeating that but it’s essential in
this movement.
Step two, I think we should
start with ourselves. If we’re going to travel this road, we’ll need one
helluva car. We are the car. We’ve got to stay drug-free, and identify
our personal goals in life. If you’re in school, then your focus is gaining as
much as you can from the teachers and books and knowledge being presented to
you. If you’re working, forget drinking a beer after work, and instead do what
you have to do to elevate your knowledge. You can take small steps at first,
like, reading ten pages a day of a book that educates you in whatever you’re
interested in. Let’s identify our
long-term goals, and set smaller ones where we need to go. We can share all
this stuff on this blog. I don’t want to lose focus of Incandesio’s mission,
which is justice in a case where lies and corruption were used to convict an
innocent man. But we can, also, use this blog to build ourselves. That’s what
my mission was from the first day I picked up a microphone, but somewhere in
all the alcohol, X-pills and pussy, I got lost.
Today, I’d just like to hear
from you. Let me know if you’re down with the movement I’ve spoke of. If so,
let’s talk about getting ourselves on path, first. Let me know your long-term
goal. Is it graduating high school, or college? What do you want to be in life?
On my next letter, we can talk more about the small steps that will get us
closer to our dreams, but today answer these two questions:
1. Do you have the love to be a part of this movement in helping
ourselves and each other?
2. What is your
dream in life? (I can tell you,
now, that if you’re in school, it’s a must that education be a part of
that dream.)
Here’s my long-term
goal: I’d like to be an exceptional author of books. Of course, I’ll always
write songs, and flow them, but books are a whole different world. I’ve written
over 300 pages of an autobiography/memoirs type of book, but I’m still not
finished. I know a lot of you are waiting for that, and I’ll set some
short-term goals to get it done.
I’ve got all kinds of goals,
hopes and drwams and we’ll keep talking about this stuff, and getting a clearer
picture of our mission in this movement. I’m really excited about us sharing
our worlds, and how those worlds can unite to strengthen the Player Race.
The Player Race: Those who
operate with love.
The Hater Race: Those who
operate with hate.
Stay Strong,
Carlos
Here’s a Quick Sixteen I
was fiddling with this morning.
“TO HELP COPE”
I lay
Tracks like railroads, the story is well told
that’s why ya girl blow me as if I was a sailboat
my flow neva fail so, ain’t shit you can tell Los
these other niggas lookin like they wearin they gal clothes
as far as myself goes, I’m tougha than nails, bro
when comp battle me they come up short like an elf toe
I ride on elbows, like, “Damn, he sell snow!”
Like, “Yeah, either that or he be pimpin bout 12 hoes.”
I’m “high” like “Hellos”, when you answer ya cell phones
and if it ain’t El Dro, I just say “Hell no”
him swangin on Melrose, while watchin Chapell shows
my bitch dyed her hair the same color as Elmo’s
I wrote and they felt hope, they meet me and smell G.O.A.T.
the funny thing about it I jus did it to help cope.....
Los
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Dear Family 13
This is a letter written back in July; it got lost, which is why I'm only posting it now.
Family,
I’ve
been getting mail from a beautiful young girl who is going through a lot of
pain. She tells me these bone-chilling stories, and it bothers me that I never
have time to answer her. Her main inquiry is if she should leave her boyfriend.
If she even has to ask that, it shows how deep her problem is. Today, I’m going
to take some time to share a few things with her. It’s going to cost me my
shower time, but she’s worth it. In fact, I’m going to write thirty fans and
not shower for a month! No, but I will show you my letter in hopes that it
could help someone else. Here’s my meager attempt, realizing that one letter
probably won’t change much.
I Love You,
Los
Ms. Beautiful young girl,
I’m not
sure what happened to you growing up, but it’s clear that you went through a
lot of pain. If there really is a guy who is treating you this horrifically,
then let me explain some things to you.
People
who were hurt over and over, especially during childhood, will grow up and
create a world that will give them a similar degree of that hurt. Why? Because
just like crack is addictive, so is pain. And, as odd as it sounds, some people
are content with living in storms. Deep inside, that’s what they’re addicted
to. They may believe that they want happiness, and peace, and everything nice
and sweet, but really they’d be bored to death with that. They were raised in
so much drama, that as they grow up, they need that drama just to feel
fulfilled. The reason you ended up falling in love with an abuser is because he
gives you a similar degree of the pain you grew up in. That’s what happens to
children who experience painful upbringings, they become addicted to whatever
degree of pain they experienced. This is why you accept living in this horror
movie that you’re in. Of course, your man is wrong for treating you that way,
but what I’m talking about is the reasons you chose such a man, the reasons you
found him attractive.
I hope
you can break your addiction to pain, and learn to love things that you’ve
probably never known, things like peace and happiness. It’ll be boring at
first, but soon enough you’ll begin to see the beauty in boring. Beautiful
things come from a life of peace. Or, you can keep loving monsters, keep
letting yourself get stepped on, and live a fucked up life. There’s lots of
women/people who live that way.
You
know, Ms. BYG, I was reading a book about how to write books, and the author
said, “One of the best things a writer can have is a screwed up childhood.” I
agree, because we have so much pain in us that needs to come out. If not, it
will eat us alive. I write songs because I have to, because it helps with my
pain.
Maybe
you can make it to college—you’re still very young—and take some writing
classes. Whether you work sells a million copies, or none at all, at least
it’ll help you detoxify your spirit. Plus, education makes you much more
powerful, and makes life much more colorful. School will save you, concentrate
on it, and work hard.
I’ll
end this by reminding you that you deserve the best, and that’s a fact straight
from God. The thing about it, though, is that only you can give yourself the
best. Only you can make those everyday decisions that will bring you a good
life. Nobody else can make them for you.
Con Amor,
Carlos
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Letter to Jani Jo Wood 2
I thought we’d send another letter
to Jani Jo Wood today; Please feel to copy this one, send your own, or print
out one of the amazing flyers created for the blog. This is someone who routinely argues cases before the court of appeals, a specialist in appellate work. Let her know we're out here, we have faith that this case will eventually be re-examined, and that we need someone with her experience and knowledge to get things started.
Jani Jo Wood
Harris County Public Defender
1201 Franklin St., 13th Floor
Houston, TX 77002
Ma’am,
Quite a bit has happened since my last letter to you; the San Antonio
4, women convicted of raping two young girls, have been released from prison
due to the faulty scientific evidence used to convict them. It is yet to be
seen if they will ever be given a chance to prove their innocence, (which seems
redundant, since their convictions were overturned), but at least they will be
with their families this Christmas season.
Carlos Coy will not; despite the fact that not even wrongly-interpreted
physical evidence was allowed in his trial, he remains imprisoned. When the San
Antonio 4 were released it was because without that physical evidence, nothing
remained against them but words. In Coy’s case, that was all there ever were;
spoken testimony that changed and twisted depending on the needs of the
prosecutors.
I sincerely hope that you will consider looking into this case. You
have gone to bat for the individual liberties of Texas’ citizens many times; I
firmly believe that Coy’s case merits your attention.
Me, my address, etc.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Happy Thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving, ladies and
gentlemen. There are at least 4 families who have a greater-than-average reason
to be thankful this year. The San Antonio 4, imprisoned in 1994, were freed
because the hard evidence against them was discredited.
A prosecution expert testified that
a piece of physical evidence meant something that, we have now learned, it does
not mean. The overarching point of the various news article available seems to
be that, without physical evidence, they should not have been convicted; what
then should be said about Coy’s case? There was a damnable lack of any physical
evidence whatsoever, or any attempt to gather the same; the psychological ‘proofs’
offered had been evident for months before the supposed attack.
If a conviction can be overturned
because the element of scientific evidence is removed, how much more should we
question convictions like Coy’s in which there was never any to begin with? Why
should the case against him be harder to overturn? With misleading
science, there is a concrete barrier to overcome. *This* proved you guilty, and
we now know *this* to be false. There being nothing else against you but words,
we’ll let you out of prison.
In Coy’s case there were nothing
but accusations, and because of that there is no one thing to force the
judicial system to reconsider his outcome. Only more words; more speech, more
knowledge being passed between people.
I am filled with hope every time I see another article or news segment devoted to the San Antonio 4. “It’s the beginning of a new era”, seems to be a common theme; When I first started looking into Coy’s case and the documentation of actual innocence cases, I too thought that it was the beginning of a new era; what I have come to understand is that the struggle to obtain justice for the wrongfully convicted is not new. Let this not be the culmination of that struggle, but just another shining milestone along the path.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Letter to Jani Jo Wood 1
Alright, ladies and gents, I have a few things for you today; first off, Jose Pablo Cabral has created in internet petition requesting
another look at Coy’s case. Y’all know how I feel about internet petitions, but
this one received over 1,500 supporters in one day, so I may have to rethink my
stance.
I have heard that Governor Perry, if you can spark
his interest in a case, may take action. Because of this I’m asking y’all to
take a minute, sign the petition, and see if you can get a friend to do the
same. I’m not going to tell you, “Oh, if we just get x amount of signatures
then SPM will be free!”, but I do believe this could be a tool that will grab the
attention of a political figure who has the power to ensure that justice is done.
Next up, ThePainted Box’s Angela Nino has designed some much better flyers to be sent
to the DA’s office. They are eye-catching, concise, and I really encourage you
to download a couple and send them to the political figure of your choice.
Today I’m writing to Jani Jo Wood, the candidate for the Texas Court of
Criminal Appeals I talked about last week, and I think she could use a little
art in her life, don’t you? Please, print one out & send it in.
For all three, use the link below:
These will download as PDF files, about 3MB each. If there are any problems with the download, please let me know in the comments. Pass them around to anyone that might be interested.
This is the letter I’m sending to Jani Jo Wood; it’s a
synopsis of the case, just a brief overview that will hopefully pique her
interest.
Jani
Jo Wood
Harris
County Public Defender
1201
Franklin St., 13th Floor
Houston,
TX 77002
Ma'am,
I'm writing to you about the case of Carlos Coy, #908426. You may not be familiar with this case, but I hope you will take a little time to learn why I, and many like me, believe that he did not receive a fair trial. We would like very much to obtain a new one for him, so that justice may finally be done. Texas has made some very encouraging strides towards correcting wrongful convictions. I hope that someday Carlos Coy, and his family, will directly benefit from these ground-breaking movements.
In
2001, Carlos Coy was 31 years old, the CEO of his own local company Dope House
Records, and had just signed a deal with Universal Records, which is a national
company; from what I understand, it was a big deal for any rapper, but
especially a Hispanic one (there were very few at the time.)
In
April 2001, Coy submitted to a DNA test and was declared the father of a child
whose mother was 14 years old when she gave birth; Coy was 22 at the time. He did not contest paternity, and as far as I
know has never tried to hide this because, as he himself admits, he believed
she was of age. There was never a
criminal case brought against him for this, just the civil case to procure
child support.
On
Labor Day, Coy’s daughter Carly had a 9 year-old friend sleep over. Sometime
that night, the friend told Coy’s wife Gina that she didn’t feel well, so
Carlos drove her home, and stayed a little while to have menudo with the girl’s
family. At
some point between the 1st and the 7th, a report was filed claiming
that Carlos Coy had touched the girl inappropriately.
September 7th,
the child and her mother went to the police station. The girl was interviewed,
and the mother wrote out a statement. This interview was recorded, but in court
the officer, Heidi Ruiz, claimed that the audio malfunctioned; likewise, she
testified that the mother was distraught, uneducated, unable to write, so that
written statement was discarded.
Three
days later, the child underwent another Interview at Houston’s Child Assessment
Center, and another statement was taken from the mother. At this point, the
accusation changed from being touched to ‘the mouth of Carlos Coy contacting
the sexual organ of the child’. In court, Officer Ruiz insisted that both
interviews were consistent.
Around
September 25, Coy was arrested and charged with aggravated sexual assault of
the 9 year old child, and also of Jill Odom. The latter was never prosecuted. As far as I can find, no attempt was made to
obtain DNA evidence in the 9 year old's case, which may be because the Houston Crime Lab was currently
embroiled in its own scandal and was either shut down or about to be.
After
the trial, Coy’s defense lawyer Chip Lewis suggested that the District Attorney’s office had ‘advertised’ for more victims; I don’t know if he meant
this literally or figuratively, but several more came forward, all of them
claiming to have been molested around the age of 14. No other prepubescent
children accused him.
For
example, in February of 2002, one of these girls claimed that she had sex with
Carlos Coy, who was out on bail. This was used to revoke his bail, although his
lawyers filed documents indicating that, although the girl claimed they had
unprotected sex, she had not passed on her venereal disease, and that she had a
history of trying to extort money from Coy:
Coy’s
trial began in May of 2002. The judge was Mark Kent Ellis, the prosecutors were
Denise Oncken and Lisa Andrews. Coy’s defense lawyers were Chip Lewis and Mark
Ramsey, although I don’t believe Ramsey appeared in court.
I
do not have access to the trial transcript yet, only bits and pieces available
from Coy and a few online documents such as his appeal. The child testified
that she wasn’t sure what had happened, that she couldn’t really remember, and
that it might have been a dream. She made these statements to the prosecutor
and to the defense lawyer. According to the transcripts she was
being seen for tension headaches, sleep disorders, and possible hallucinations
as early as 8 months before the accusations, but her headaches and insomnia
were portrayed by the prosecutors as proof of abuse. She was also taking a
powerful anti-depressant that, at the time, had not been tested in children
under 12.
Coy
was supported by his friends and family throughout the trial, but was
eventually convicted and sentenced to 45 years in prison; there he remains, until the justice system decides to revisit it's past mistakes and provide him with a new trial.
If you've read this far, ma'am, I appreciate it. I am encouraged by your work in appellate justice, by your involvement with the Innocence Project of Texas, and your obvious respect for the rights and liberties of individual citizens. I hope very much that you will consider Coy's case for review, but either way I support your bid for the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Jani Jo Wood
I mentioned awhile
back that there would be several places open on the Texas Court of Criminal
Appeals. One of those running for Place 4 is Jani Jo Wood, a defense lawyer
out of Harris County. I would like very much for you to visit her page, learn a
little about her and understand why, even if she couldn’t get Carlos Coy a new
trial, people like her should be on the TCCA.
She is a board member for the
Innocence Project of Texas. She is certified as a criminal appellate lawyer by
the Texas Board of Legal Specialization; this is significant to me because
appellate work is such a complex and hopeless job that it seems like few do it,
and even fewer are good at it.
She recently went to bat for the
citizens of Houston to keep the courts from shaking them down for ‘court fees’
without an itemized bill. This was on behalf of a prisoner, by the way; someone
who was convicted and yet, contrary to popular wisdom, still maintains his
constitutionally protected liberties. Jani Jo Wood fought and won this case,
leaving Harris County scrambling to make sure that they document their shit in
the future.
On top of all that, she has long
silver hair like a magical fucking unicorn
and, like that rare and elusive mythical beast, Woods has the potential to
purify the roiling cesspit that is the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals. Next
week’s post, assuming there’s no update from SPM, will be a letter to this
candidate outlining our fight and asking her to consider his case.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Letter to Devon Anderson 4
Time for another letter to the DA!
As always, please feel free to copy this one or write your own; apparently the
flyers are no longer downloadable, but I’m in the process of getting that taken
care of. I appreciate your help with this, and I urge you not to give up; we
will be heard.
The Honorable Devon Anderson
1201 Franklin Street, Suite 600
Houston, Texas
77002-1923
Ma’am,
I'm writing today about the case of Carlos Coy, #908426.
In the Houston Chronicle last month
were two heart-wrenching articles, one written by Michael Morton, and one
written by Joyce King, the fiancé of exoneree James Woodard. Woodard,
exonerated by DNA evidence in 2008, died last year.
Like Morton, vital evidence that
could have wrecked the prosecution’s case against him was never received by
defense attorneys, and Woodard lost 27 years of his life because of it. He was
finally released thanks to Dallas DA Craig Watkins willingness to allow the DNA
testing to proceed.
The first article, by Morton,
speaks about measures being taken to examine old arson cases; it mentions the
case of Cameron Todd Willingham, convicted and executed on evidence that the Texas
Science Commission deems seriously problematic.
A case overturned by scientific
evidence is a beautiful thing; we rest assured in the knowledge that we’ve done
the right thing, that the man walking free after decades in prison is ‘lucky’;
the misbehavior that resulted in the loss of income, family, and time is washed
over by the happy accident of preserved evidence.
The legacy of that behavior remains,
though; broken families, stolen years, and the slowly-dawning comprehension
that justice isn’t a foregone conclusion in a court room. As far as we know,
there was no physical evidence in Carlos Coy’s case; only shaky accusations
supported by confused and changeable testimony.
Eventually, this case will be
re-examined; Coy has supporters across Texas, across the nation, and across the
world. We cannot prove his innocence, but neither do we see evidence that the
State proved his guilt. Please, initiate a review of his case. Take a look at
the transcripts, at the records that are unavailable to us, and I believe that
you too will see the need for a new trial.
Me, my address, etc.
Friday, November 1, 2013
Weekend Reading 79
As y'all know I don't have a lot of music on the blog, but every now and then I do find an artist that supports what we're doing and wants to make that known. This an artist called O.C., out of Arlington, Texas.
Click below to hear the new track!
He's with 21st Century Ent, which is run by Rasheed of the Dope House.
His mixtape 'Underestimated' will be dropping soon, and then a new album.
Find him on Soundcloud Here:
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Probability
I’m digging into the mailbag for today’s post; there are a
couple of things that I’ve wanted to go over again and this letter just ties
them all together so neatly.
Hello, I have a question. Did spm testify at his criminal
trial or civil trial? I have read through much of your blog, and I can't seem
to find a mention of it. If he did, is there a transcript of it?
There are transcripts of each trial, but I have not seen them. If you've read through much of the blog, you know this.
I just reread "South Park monster" and it says
he testified after being convicted. Was this during a sentencing phase? Where
can this transcript be found? Maybe you've seen it. I have to be honest, I was
a fan of the music, but I find that I can't bring myself to listen to it
anymore. You know the joke about jail? Everyone's innocent.
The argument you’re making here
is one of probability; very useful when looking at, say, the prison system as a
whole, but absurd when you’re looking at an individual case.
For example: let’s say you fill
a room with 99 dogs, and one child; the probability of the child being a dog is
high, if you just look at the numbers. Saying, “The room is full of dogs” is statistically
likely to be a true statement.
But, judged individually, it’s
ridiculous. The fact that there are 99 dogs in the room has no bearing on the
fact that the child is a child. Proximity to the dogs doesn't make the child
one of them. The probability of the child being a dog cannot be considered factual if you
make even the tiniest effort to investigate.
Now I understand that there are wrongful convictions. I
do. But there is something that strikes me as false when I read a small comment
that spm makes in one of his letters. He says that his calls were suspended
because he " supposedly had marijuana in his system". But he himself
has said in other letters that he recently stopped smoking, even behind bars.
All I or anyone else can ask you
to do, when it comes to determining Coy’s guilt or innocence, is to make a
personal decision. If the thought that he lied about smoking weed three years
ago make you believe he’d lie about molesting a child, then I can’t argue
against that. That’s your decision
based on your observations and feelings, and I respect it. That’s why I do not
argue that he is innocent on this blog. I have no more evidence of his
innocence than I do of his guilt.
I believe he’s innocent, but that’s just one person’s opinion. What I
can argue, and I believe I will eventually be able to prove, is that his trial
was not just; it was not impartial. He was not allowed the presumption of
innocence, as so many men accused of harming children are not.
I'm sorry that
this email has become so long. I really just wanted to ask a question but all
this just poured out. I want you to know that there are Mexican male readers
who try to look objectively and not just yell "free spm!" in the
comments after every post. Thank you for reading this if you did.
I love talking about this case; I have been talking about it for
a long time now, and I will continue to do so because it interests me. I would
never expect anyone to make a decision about Coy’s case based on race. I am not
a Mexican male; I don’t expect TDCJ to just “free SPM.” I want him to have a
new trial governed by the protections set in place to protect individual
liberty. I don’t want that for him because we’re similar in any way, or because of his music or fame; I want it because the encroachment against his liberty
threatens mine.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Reminder
Trey Coy has announced that 'The River' will be released tomorrow; if that's not enough excitement for you, check out this clip of SPM & Baby Bash playing Ping Pong; Thanks to DVD520!
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Letter to Devon Anderson 3
Time for another letter to the DA! This one talks about the case of former judge Elizabeth Coker; if you're interested in reading more about the scandal, go here and here. As always, I really appreciate everyone who shows their support by sending one of these off; you can copy this one, write your own, or even just print out one of the downloadable flyers to your right.
The goal is to get and keep this case in the minds of those who work at the DA's office, and the more letters they get, the more they'll feel the pressure to do something about it.
The Honorable Devon Anderson
1201 Franklin St
Suite 600
Houston, Tx 77002-1923
Ma’am,
I’m writing to you today about the case of
Carlos Coy, #908426.
You
may or may not have been following the story of Judge Elizabeth Coker, out of Polk
county. After a scandal that involved her texting advice to a prosecutor during a
trial, she has resigned from the bench.
No
criminal charges were filed against her, and as far as I can tell there will be
no investigation into her past trials, even though the commission released an
agreement stating that, “...Coker allegedly showed bias in favor of certain
attorneys and a prejudice against others in her rulings and appointments. It
also states there were allegations she met with jurors while they were
deliberating in trials.”
I cannot imagine the difficulties a judge faces
every day when trying to adopt a truly impartial view of the events presented
to them in the courtroom; obviously, sometimes they are unable to do so, and
I suspect that this may have been an issue in Coy’s trial. Some of the decisions
of the judge in his trial are inexplicable; for example, when he allowed
witnesses to change their testimony depending on whether they were in the
presence of the jury or not; concealing evidence of the witness’ dishonesty or
forgetfulness that may have allowed the jury to better judge the weight of what
they said.
We know these things happen, through malice or
carelessness or even misguided good intentions. Please, initiate a review of
Coy’s case; take a look at the behavior of the officers of the court and
consider whether justice was allowed to prevail.
Me, my address, etc etc etc.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Ernie Lopez 2
You may remember the case of ErnieLopez, who was convicted of horrifically raping a 6 month old baby girl to
death. He was sentenced to 60 years, and served 9 of them until it was decided
that hey, what do you know, her injuries were more likely caused by a severe
blood disorder. He was released in early 2012, but prosecutors announced that
they would try the case again.
Well, it looks like they hooked him
up with a plea deal, felony injury to a child, in exchange for time served. How
did he injure the child? What did he do that left broken blood vessels that
looked like bruises all over her tiny body, and blood oozing from every orifice?
Well, it was something he admitted to during his first interrogation; He may
have been a little rough changing her diaper.
“Last year, Lopez explained that the
first time he went to trial he believed innocent people don't get convicted.
Then he spent nine years in prison. This time, he would have had key medical
experts and a more developed defense. Yet he still faced the risk of
conviction.
"I don't think any one of us believes he would be
convicted," Heather Kirkwood, an attorney who handled Lopez's appeal, said
earlier this week. "But in these cases, there's no guarantee."”
Is it logical to believe that
injuries from being raped to death could be mimicked by a diaper change? If the
prosecutors truly believed he was guilty, why offer the plea deal? Why allow
this guy, a monster in their eyes, to roam free? On the flip side if they, like
I, had any doubt about how someone could cause injuries like that by changing a
diaper, why force him to take a plea deal? Lopez would have been eligible for around
$720,000 for his years of wrongful incarceration;
“Under the
terms of the plea agreement, he is prohibited from proclaiming his innocence or
encouraging anyone else to do so.”
Although part of me wishes that
Ernie Lopez would have taken his second case to trial and proven his innocence,
I can’t fault him for caving. When those whose job it is to defend an
individual from the depredations of the state come out and say, “Take the deal”,
how can you have any confidence in the justice system? Coy was offered a plea
deal before he went to trial; five years for admitting something to that he has
said for the last 11 years that he didn’t do. I suspect the rational behind
that offer was similar to that behind Lopez’s deal. “Due process be damned; we really, reeeeeeeally
think he’s guilty, but we can’t prove it. Maybe we can use the threat of a
trial to get some small win out of this.”
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Letter to Devon Anderson 2
Time for another letter to the D.A.! As always, please feel free to copy this one, write your own, or just print out one of the flyers to your right and send that in.
The Honorable Devon Anderson
1201 Franklin St
Suite 600
Houston, Tx 77002-1923
Ma,am
Ma,am
I’m writing today about the case of
Carlos Coy, case #908426.
Once again, I am
requesting an investigation into his case. The crime has was convicted of was
unspeakable; the gut feelings most people have, when they hear an accusation
like the one leveled against him, are disgust and condemnation. As a mother, I
understand that.
But because I am a
mother, I cannot accept that my son could one day be sentenced for a similar
crime on similar evidence. There was no smoking gun, no reasonable proof of
guilt. There were accusations, apparently refined by an organization known for
gathering evidence for police instead of conducting unbiased medical exams. There
was testimony that changed from day to day, just never in front of the jury.
There were expert opinions based on feeling, based on presumption, but never a
shred of physical evidence.
As a citizen, I would like to regain the faith I once had in our justice system; I want very much to
trust the judgment of the courts. I want to believe that if, God forbid,
someone I loved was brought to trial for a crime they did not commit they would
receive a fair hearing; that they would be presumed innocent.
Coy was not given that benefit. The
prosecutors labeled the complainant as a victim from the opening moments of the
trial, before it had ever been established that an assault had occurred. The
judge said nothing when the prosecution’s witnesses gave testimony to the
court, then change it when it was presented to the jury.
Please, take a closer look at a
case that means so much to so many of your citizens. Give us justice.
Me, my address, etc.
Me, my address, etc.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Dear Family 12
Family Letter: “The Never-Ending Letter”
Yung Fambo!
Damn, I didn't know that I would start with a flow
but fuck it since I jumped in the car then let's go
Mista C.Coy's in this I don't need my boys in this
all I need is choicy chicks 'n' diamonds big as oysters bitch
this is true murda rap, every rapper curse the fact
that I'm that, person that's, harder than a turtle's back
servin crack, burnin sacks, turnin Lacs, hurtin tracks
who the fuck sees me, my flow deserves thirty plaques
how bout just a couple trophies, make one for soccer too
cause I'm pretty good, if I only had the proper shoe
all we have is Converse, the old ones, like mom wore
since I brought her up, that be who I did this song for
but she don't believe me cause she said it wasn't even planned
Mom you're just sayin that cause really you're a Weezy fan!
if you bought his single ma, don't forget that Jesus saw
Sylvia said she heard you tryna sing it at the bingo ball
wait till the SON is born, I'mma make you take it back!
you're that person at the Texans game, in a Raider's cap!
you're the one who partied after De La Hoya beat Chavez!
probably if crossin was a skill you could teach college!
or, maybe I'm trippin, maybe you be jammin me
I just want my family to know that I'm "Your Majesty"
then I want my picture real big, in the livingroom
put the others where you keep the mop, and the kitchen broom
no I'm not selfish Mom, why you always call me that!
I'm the one who helped you fold the clothes at the laundromat!
when you washed dishes answer this: Who would do the rinsin!
then we watched novelas in the afternoon on Univision
I laughed when you laughed, I never understood the words
you cried when I cried, feed the world to the birds
next giveaway be "Without the SON" or "The River"
why you think the compitition already pourin liquor
two shots to numb the stress, pure dope and nothin less
S.P. to-da fuckin Mex, carve it in somebody's chest
punish vets, with the same whip that the youngest gets
you verses me, equals me plus a bloody mess
fuck recognition I don't need attention or a vote
"Niggas can't fuck with Los", that's ya fuckin horrascope.....
Damn, where did all that come from?
I’m sensing a little frustration within me.
Since I didn’t give this Cold 40 a title, I shall do that, now. Hmmm, how about “Choicy Chicks and Oysters”?
No, that don’t sound right. How bout “Mom Loves Weezy”? Actually, I think “Horrascope” sounds cool. Fuck it, “Horrascope” it is. One of the books I’m putting together is called “SPM’s School of Rap” and it’ll have tons of Cold 40s in it, so that’s why I needed a title.
So, how is you? I’m calling this letter “never-ending” because I’m just going to write till I get tired, and mail it off. I’m not even going to say “bye” or sign my name at the end. I’ll just pick up where I left off on the next day, and call the next letter “The Never-Ending Letter Part 2.”
A lot has happened since I really sat down and wrote you. I see that “Eric” was kicked off the site. For those who don’t know, Eric has been one of our most critical critics, skeptical skeptics and haterfullistic haters on this blog. Personally, I feel he’s important to my goals of showing the world what really went on in my case. He’s the voice of other people who think I would mess with somebody’s child. To address his points is to address the views of other skeptics. But it seems he crossed a line that made Incandesio uncomfortable. From what I understand, Eric began to search for personal information on her. I’ll give you a partial exchange that I saw on one of her letters to me:
Incandesio said:
“It
has come to your attention”...So you’re invested in this enough to look up my
Facebook profile? Dude, that is creepy as hell.
Eric
said...
LOL,
you’re lucky I haven’t posted on there yet
Incandesio
said...
Well, gee, what are you going to post?
“Hi, I’m that guy who gets so upset when someone
disagrees with me that I creep around their Facebook page and wack off to it”?
---
I
remember another exchange where Eric invited Incandesio to have a drink. I’m
sure he was kidding, but I thought to myself, “This dude is attracted to her.”
I can’t say I blame him, there’s nothing more attractive than an educated, intelligent woman. But, maybe all this time he’s been debating with her, he’s been enjoying himself more than we thought. I could be wrong, but you don’t invite a chick for a drink unless you got business, or you wanna give her the business. Of course, Incandesio told him she had better taste.
Either way, I’m sorry about Eric’s banning. He had a point when he told Incandesio (and I’m paraphrasing), “You should be thankful for me. If not for me, all you’d have is SPM supporters and no one to debate with.”
Whatever Incandesio’s decision is, I respect. She’s a mother of 5 children, the wife of a United States Marine, and every decision she makes is with her family in mind.
One person said—in so many words—that she banned Eric because she couldn’t handle the challenge. I read this comment around the time they were arguing about something that happened in my civil trial.
See, a while back I wrote a write-up
where I said that the civil jury didn’t fall for all the bullshit the way the
criminal jury did. I basically said that the civil jury either believed I was
innocent, or had major doubts I was guilty.
Eric’s argument was that the civil jury voted “yes” on malicious intent, which means that I had meant to cause the child malice. Therefore, the jury did believe I was guilty. He kept repeating over and over, “Don’t you know that they had a choice, Incandesio? They could’ve voted ‘no’. Answer the question, Incandesio, don’t you know they could’ve voted ‘no’?”
He thought he had something going,
but let me speak to that point.
When a person gets convicted of a
crime, he can appeal the conviction. It’s a process where the appeal goes through
different courts. The first two or three appeals goes to places in the State
you were convict in. In my case, it went to people in Texas. Well, the State
just spent a bunch of money getting you convicted, so they almost never give
you relief. All lawyers know that. You have to keep pushing your appeals to
federal courts, like the 5th Circuit and the Supreme Court in
Washington. But once your conviction is denied by those in your State, it’s
considered “final.” After it’s “final”, the plaintiff can take you to civil
court (to sue you for money), and ask the civil judge to not allow you
the opportunity to defend yourself. That’s what they did to me. They waited
three years, till 2005, when all my State appeals were exhausted, to take me to
civil court. They knew if they would have allowed me to defend myself, they
wouldn’t have won.
I didn’t know about this law, and I couldn’t wait for the civil trial. I wanted to, once and for all, prove my innocence. In criminal trial, I took the shit for what it was, a fucking joke. I was actually rewriting the script for a film we were working on, during the trial. I totally underestimated the State’s ability, determination, and resources to make bullshit sound believable.
Anyway, when my civil lawyer gave me
the bad news, he said, “Carlos, I’m sorry but we won’t be able to fight the
charges. You won’t even be able to say you didn’t do this.”
“What are you talking about?” I
said.
“Your conviction is considered final as far as Texas is concerned.”
We went back and forth on this for a while, then he said, “It might be wise for you and your brother to think about settling out of court. The jury can give this family any amount of money they choose. There’s no cap on the amount.”
In other words, he was saying that they could award a trillion dollars if they wanted. Of course, I could never pay that much, but any penny I made (for the rest of my life) would go straight to them.
Me and my brother talked about it and he said he would offer $300,000 dollars. He said, “Carlos, I know it sucks, but you could lose everything you’ve ever worked for. We’ve got to think about our future.”
I was furious, but it was a figure we could afford, and still continue operating DHR without skipping a beat.
My lawyer presented their lawyer with the offer, and their lawyer laughed at it. It wasn’t enough in their eyes. That meant we would be going to court.
Believe it or not, my lawyer was a steadfast Christian. I mean, I’m a Christian too, just not a very good one. But he believed in me, and took my case only after praying all night about it.
My lawyer ended up being amazing in that courtroom. even with his hands tied behind his back, even without being able to say, “My client didn’t do this!” he showed the jury what kind of family we were dealing with. He revealed truths that began to paint the real picture. It’s almost unexplainable what happened in that courtroom.
But this is what the judge told the
jury at the beginning of the trial.
Civil
Trial
Court
Transcripts Volume 4 of 9 (pgs. 24,25)
Judge: Now, I need
your attention for a few minutes because I’m going to give you some information
about this case, and I’m also going to give you some specific instruction. I
will try not and take too much of your time this morning before I turn you over
to the lawyers and allow them to ask you questions, but it’s very important
that everyone pay attention to the next few minutes as I give you some
information and instructions.
Let
me begin by asking the general question: Can everyone hear me? If you cannot
hear me, raise your hand. All right. I see no hands.
This
is a civil case in which (Mary Doe) is asking the jury to award money damages
to her daughter (Jane Doe) based on an incident which took place on or about
September 1, 2001.
The
defendant in this case is Carlos Coy. He has been in the entertainment business
and he is also known as South Park Mexican. The basis of the claim by the
plaintiff is that Carlos Coy committed a sexual assault on (Jane Doe) who at
the time was nine years of age.
Carlos Coy has been tried for this incident and convicted in Harris County and is currently incarcerated in the Texas Department of Corrections. His conviction has become final; therefore, you will not be asked any questions about whether or not this assault took place. The nature of the sexual assault is set forth on the indictment which will be here for you to see.
As I have previously mentioned, this is a civil case. The case that we will try here is a case in which the plaintiff seeks money damages. That will be the critical inquiry for the jury in this case.
____
The
jury was instructed, from the very beginning, to look at me as guilty, and to
look at this crime as if it did happen.
The trial was split in two parts. The first part was damages, which means how much money will it cost for all the therapy, counseling, psychiatrists the child would need, throughout her entire life, to help her deal with the effects of such a crime. We all know that a lifetime of problems can incur from being sexually assaulted, and that could potentially cost a fortune.
The second part of the trial was the punitive stage. That’s where even bigger money is. Their lawyer told the jury that that’s where you give a “multiple amount” of what you gave during the damages phase.
After the first part was over, all they gave the family was twenty-five grand. If you don’t know, that’s an insult of an amount. We’re talking about a child who was supposedly robbed of her innocence. That amount of dollars depicts the doubt this jury had about this supposed crime. They knew I was the number one selling artist at my distribution company, Southwest Wholesale. They knew I had just signed with Universal Records. They even heard the story of me giving Nathan Perez a $100,000 dollar Mercedes.
My lawyer, his assistant, my brother and myself went back to my private quarters and hugged each other. No one said a word, it was a quiet celebration. The jury was thinking for themselves, that much was clear.
At the same time, the jury never heard a trial on the sexual assault charge. They never heard the full story like the criminal jury did. The family was lucky for that becaus ethe little girl seems to have forgotten profound details about the story. For example, the length of time I was supposed to have assaulted her. Here’s what she said in the criminal trial:
Criminal
Trial
Court
Transcripts Volume 11 of 31 (pg.93)
DA Oncken:
Okay. And how long did he lick you?
Jane Doe:
About a minute.
DA Oncken:
About a minute. And did he stop after about a minute?
Jane Doe:
Yes.
DA Oncken:
Yeah. And what did he do when he stopped?
Jane Doe:
He told me not to tell nobody.
DA Oncken:
He told you not to tell anybody?
Jane Doe:
Yes.
___
Here’s
what she said in the civil trial:
Civil
Trial
Court
Transcripts Volume 4 of 9 (pg.49)
Their Lawyer:
How long—was it just, like, one lick or was it a long time or what?
Jane Doe:
It was one lick.
Their Lawyer:
And is that when he left after the one lick?
Jane Doe:
Yes.
Their Lawyer:
And then, you went to use the restroom? You remember that?
Jane Doe:
Yes.
___
Even
before this civil trial began, during her deposition (a pre-trial
interview under sworn oath), she told my civil lawyer that the assault only
lasted “one second.” My lawyer knew what she said in the criminal trial so he
asked her again, and her answer was the same.
Either she forgot what she said in criminal trial, or she had a guilty conscience and felt that a “one second” assault was less of a lie than an “about a minute” assault.
So, there I was, right in the middle of working on my first film, just signed with Universal, seeing all my dreams finally coming true, and I’m supposed to have thrown it all away to lick somebody’s child for a second? As I’ve said before, I didn’t do this for one second, or one hundredth of a second. It was a lie, and the civil jury knew the shit didn’t make sense.
So, then came the second part of the civil trial, the punitive phase. This is where there’s no cap on the amount I could lose.
The jury was asked to answer two questions:
1.) Did Carlos Coy knowingly cause
malice to the plaintiff?
2.) How much money should he have to
pay?
Of course, anyone who assaults a
child knows that it will cause them malice. And the jury was instructed to view
this crime as if it did happen, so they voted “yes” on question one.
Remember, they were never given a chance to hear a trial on the charges.
Eric’s argument was that the punitive phase was a separate thing from the
damages phase, that the jury could have said “no” to malice, that they had a choice.
True, true, and true, homie, but they never heard a trial. I still wasn’t
able to say “I didn’t do this.” How could they have voted “no”, even if they
had a choice, if I was never able to defend myself? But what was their answer
to question two, Mr. Eric? In case you forgot, it was “zero dollars.”
Ya see, if the jury would have voted “no” to malicious harm, and then gave them “zero dollars”, the zero dollars wouldn’t have stood out so much. But to say, “Yes, Carlos Coy did knowingly cause malicious harm to this child,” and then not give her enough for a fucking cheeseburger, speaks volumes of how this jury felt. They said, “Fine, we’ll go with what the court said about his guilt, but we won’t punish a man we don’t think is guilty.”
Do you really believe that jury thought I molested a child, destroyed her life, cause her a lifetime of pain and suffering? Come on, homie, get your head out of your ass. Society despises child molesters because we all have children of our own.
In my criminal trial, when the DA asked me how much time I would give someone if they molested my daughter, I said, “If someone molested my girl, they wouldn’t make it to trial.”
The DA loved that answer. She immediately said, “Are you saying you would do something violent, Mr. Coy!”
‘Bitch, shut up before I fuck you in
the ass in front of everybody.’ That’s what I should have said.
But the jury in the criminal court
gave me forty-five years so my answer to that question wasn’t the best thing I
could have said.
So, I lost in the criminal court, but I consider what happened in civil court a great victory. One thing for sure, it saved us $275,000 dollars.
What’s funny is when I first met the family’s civil lawyer, it was during my deposition, a few months before the trial started. Their lawyer along with my lawyer, came to visit me at a prison called the Goree Unit. We sat in the visiting room, and I complimented their lawyer on his shirt. It was a pink Polo, and I respect a man with enough nuts to wear pink. But the dude didn’t even acknowledge me. He just looked at my lawyer and asked, “Are you ready to proceed, Mr. Akers?”
After the trial was over, after the family walked out of the courtroom, that same lawyer came to my table and shook my hand. He said, “I wish you the best, Mr. Coy.”
I’m no mind reader, but that man’s eyes were full of compassion. There’s no doubt in my mind, even their own lawyer knew I didn’t do this shit. His funky ass was just trying to get paid. Civil lawyers get around 50 to 60 percent of what the jury awards.
Two years after that civil trial, at the age of 15, Jane Doe was pregnant with her first child. As far as the “assault”, from what I’ve heard, she’s told people it never happened. But, officially, she’s sticking with her “one second” story. She’s gone from about sixty seconds, to one, and now we’re only one second away from the truth.
It’s all good, trust me. There’s only two things this world can do with me, either kill me, or make me stronger. In the world I was doing big things, but at the same time I was a pathetic husband, pathetic father, pathetic man. All I did was fuck thick hoes, smoke thick blunts, and sip thick syrup. I had beef with so many dicksuckers, it was unreal. Death was in the air, and these bitch-ass niggas was closing in. But I’ve got a whole book to write on that.
Like I’ve said before, if I am a Christian, I damn sure ain’t a good one. But I love the Lord, and I trust him. There’s no doubt that I’d be dead today if I hadn’t come to prison, so I thank God for everything. I know it sounds odd coming from the founder of Dope House Records, but I’m no fool. I read my Bible every day. And I suggest that everyone do that. I don’t give a fuck if you’re a hit man. The biggest fool on earth is the atheist, but there’s hope for everyone else.
Damn, a nigga went off on some
preacher-type shit! This muhfuckin coffee, mayne.....
I'm drunk off the coffee, drunk off the Sprite
drunk off some shit that I drank last night
freestyle flow right before I jus end it
nigga feel splendid, peace to Lil Kendrick
said he was the best but, who am I to argue?
say it in my face muhfucka I will scar you
all about the action, all about the camera
Donkey Kong, Cheech 'n' Chong, problematic gambla
not the Hamburgla I am the manmurdera
just to make it rhyme nigga stole the damn furmula
Listerine gurgla, Panasonic screen fall
ain't that a bitch, A damn Meskin the king, y'all
no I can't sing cause the weed overheats my throat
"Los, that's a poor excuse! Even Justin Beiber smokes!"
maybe he be lip-synchin, you don't know the real story
Why you always knockin me! Really you should kill for me!
I'm drunk off the coffee, drunk off the Sprite
drunk off some shit that I drank last night
freestyle flow right before I jus end it
nigga feel splendid, peace to Lil Kendrick
said he was the best but, who am I to argue?
say it in my face muhfucka I will scar you
all about the action, all about the camera
Donkey Kong, Cheech 'n' Chong, problematic gambla
not the Hamburgla I am the manmurdera
just to make it rhyme nigga stole the damn furmula
Listerine gurgla, Panasonic screen fall
ain't that a bitch, A damn Meskin the king, y'all
no I can't sing cause the weed overheats my throat
"Los, that's a poor excuse! Even Justin Beiber smokes!"
maybe he be lip-synchin, you don't know the real story
Why you always knockin me! Really you should kill for me!
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