...to make the best of a bad situation, and put to work everything I’ve learned along the way...
...to practice the nuance and compassion and empathy that was denied me by those eager to vilify and punish.
So I’ve been building bridges, talking to victims and vilified men and women, advocating for criminal justice reform.
But the thing I’m most proud of is Labyrinths, the podcast I created with my novelist husband @manunderbridge. I’m grateful for the opportunity to do this work and meet other survivors along the way.
And nothing gives me greater satisfaction than to know that I’ve reached someone.
It helps me shrug the hate off. To remember that it doesn’t define me.
I define me.
Season 2 of Labyrinths premieres today with episode 1 of a 5-part miniseries on infertility. In today’s episode, I bare my soul about my recent miscarriage.
I hope you’ll listen. And if you like the podcast, please consider supporting us! We’re independent and ad-free. If we had one supporter for every hundred cruel messages that come in, that would more than balance out the hate.
You should never be in a room with police for more than an hour. If they read you your Miranda rights, you’re a suspect. Shut it down. Demand a lawyer. This is just some of the advice I got from a retired FBI Special Agent, and two renowned false confessions experts. /thread
After talking with half a dozen exonerees who’d been coerced into making false confessions, and interviewing the world’s leading experts, I wanted to know what advice they’d give. Here’s what they said...
FBI Agent Steve Moore (@Gman_Moore): If they ever make an accusation against you, you’re no longer a witness. You say, I'm leaving. Get a lawyer.
Dec 4 - another dark anniversary. 15 yrs ago, I never imagined I would actually be convicted of murder. But my fate was sealed by false statements I never imagined I could be coerced into making. And here’s the bad news: You, too, are at risk for falsely confessing.
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You probably think you’re unlikely to wind up as a suspect in a homicide investigation. I certainly thought so. But consider this: the same interrogation techniques used by homicide detectives are also used in schools and in workplace loss-prevention departments.
School and workplace authorities are trained in the Reid Technique (which you can learn all about at the link below). They employ deception, gaslighting, bullying, and a variety of means to psychologically and physically exhaust you. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/108…
Today, I’m grateful for the people who threw me in prison, and those who feasted on my suffering—the police, my prosecutors, the tabloids—because they all taught me so much.
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They taught me how vulnerable I can be, but also how strong I am. They taught me how easily we can be fooled by our biases, and how we can become convinced of something that is not true.
They taught me that even with noble motivations, it is possible to commit great harm. They taught me how not to treat another human being.
When the police coerced me into implicating myself in a murder I knew nothing about, little did I know they were following a method: The Reid Technique. It’s used by police across the world to bully suspects into confessing. Protect yourself by learning how it works. /thread
It begins with a non-confrontational Behavioral Analysis Interview. Here, the police act friendly, try to earn your trust, and they look for signs of deception. And if they think you’re lying, they’ll move you into the interrogation phase. But here’s the problem:
Behavioral analysis is junk science. Study after study shows that humans are terrible lie detectors. We’re no better than flipping a coin. That includes studies of police, and those trained in Reid-style behavioral analysis.
After my conviction, staring down more years locked up than I'd been alive, I couldn't imagine how I'd make my life worth living in that concrete box of pain and deprivation and loneliness. But I could imagine how to make this day, today, worth living. /thread
So I did as many sit-ups as I could. (My record was 900 in one day). I helped the Nigerian women write saucy love letters to their boyfriends on the outide. I rolled out pizza dough with a broomstick. Some days, I struggled to write a single letter to my mom.
Some days, all I could accomplish was brushing my hair. No matter how small my accomplishment, my goal each day was to do just one thing with focus and intent, one small thing to be proud of. That's how I got through prison.
When I was found guilty of murder & sentenced to 26 years, I lost all hope that the truth of my innocence would ever matter. The prison put me on suicide watch. It was shortly thereafter that I received a curious letter from a psychology professor. /🧵
He told me that he was an expert in police interrogations, and he asked me to describe my interrogation to him with as much detail as I could remember. So I wrote him a letter back. It was difficult, because that night was the most terrifying night of my life.
My roommate Meredith had been brutally raped and murdered five days prior in her own bedroom while I was spending the night at my boyfriend’s house. The killer was on the loose. And I was trying my best to help the police.