By eleven o’clock we are ready for opening statements. As fast as this case is going, we could be through tonight. In four long strides Binkie places himself in front of the jury rail and slowly scans the twelve men and women who will decide Dade’s fate. He folds his arms across his chest and studies the floor as he begins modestly “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve never sat on a jury, and frankly I’ve always wondered how I would discharge this truly awesome responsibility, because in this kind of case, there has got to be a temptation to come to the conclusion that it’s just too hard to decide who to believe. I hope as we listen to each witness, you’ll all fight against that. In this part, the opening statement, I’m bound by the rules not to argue that Robin Perry was raped by Dade Cunningham, and so is Mr. Page when he has his turn.
All we can say right now is what we expect each witness will say. Later, Judge Franklin will, in his formal jury instructions tell you the elements of rape, but in the end you twelve women and men will have to decide who is telling the truth and who isn’t….”
I watch helplessly as some of the jury already begin to nod in agreement. From our questions to them in voir dire, some of them surely have already guessed from Binkie’s questions that there is no physical evidence in the case, and now he is stealing the lines I had planned to deliver. But what else can either of us say? All he can do is ask them to place their faith in the word of a twenty year-old girl, and as he takes them through the expected testimony of his witnesses, ending with Robin’s, I try in vain to think of how to use Binkie’s words about belief to my advantage.
When my turn comes, I leave my notes on top of the table, forcing myself to rely on my memory. I have a bad habit of fumbling around and reading too much if I don’t.
I walk to a spot a foot in front of the lectern so I won’t be tempted to hang onto it while I speak. Clan has told me that on occasion I look more like a lizard hanging on a rock than an advocate for a client while I’m addressing the jury. I take a deep breath to still the bad case of nerves I developed during Binkie’s straightforward recitation of what he expected Robin to say. Beside me, Dade remained motionless for the most part but began to blink rapidly during Binkie’s description of the actual moment of intercourse. Too many moments like that and we can start worrying about the length of the sentence.
“Mr.
Cross began his opening statement by rather eloquently imploring you to do your duty in this case and come to a conclusion, witness by witness, whether that person was telling the truth. Ladies and gentlemen, I think it is within the rules that I can tell you Judge Franklin will instruct you, in fancier words, that you weren’t expected to check your brains at the door. Nor is anybody asking you to have a religious experience and decide this case on faith.
Dade Cunningham will swear to you he didn’t force Robin Perry to have sex that October night, and Robin Perry will swear that he did, but in many respects their testimony will be identical. As I go through what I expect the witnesses to tell you, ask yourselves whose version of the events makes the most sense before you bite the bullet and decide who’s telling the truth and who’s not….”
I talk for thirteen minutes and don’t screw up any body’s name or forget any major detail. When I come back to the table, the expression on Dade’s face tells me I made a decent impression on him, anyway. Too bad he can’t vote.
18
Binkie calls as his first witness Robin’s roommate, Shannon Kennsit. It is a good choice. She is a slightly awkward-looking girl with a manner so engaging that you do not even notice she is as chunky as a jar of peanut butter. Shannon captivates the jury with her admitted weakness for the Razorbacks. Describing the time she first met Dade at the party on Happy Hollow Road, she can’t keep a smile off her round face.
“Robin threatened to give me a tranquilizer to calm me down! I can’t re member being more excited except for the night the Hogs beat Duke for the national championship. It was like going to meet somebody you knew you’d see playing in the pro bowl someday.”
Anticipating the direction I’d like to take this case on crossexamination, Binkie asks about Robin’s feelings for Dade. Shannon unselfconsciously tugs at the side of her mauve sweater to adjust her bra. This girl couldn’t be more relaxed than if we were seated in her room at the Chi Omega House.
“She said she liked him. I asked her once if she meant did she like him as a boyfriend, and she said just as a friend. She said he really tried in class, and she admired that. Lots of players don’t care about school, but she said Dade did, and she was glad to help him.”
As the most important witness (besides Robin) Binkie will call. Shannon is utterly believable, and she describes the moment that Robin’s crying woke her up with such genuine feeling that it is impossible not to be moved.
“She was already in bed when I came in about twelve and didn’t say anything, but about four I heard her crying.
She couldn’t stop, and I turned on the light. She looked awful! She was just crying and crying. I kept asking her what was wrong, and finally she said that Dade had raped her. I thought. Oh my God, how terrible! She’s got to go to the police or the hospital or someplace! But when I said this, she just shook her head.”
I close my eyes, realizing I have been affected by what I’ve just heard. There is no doubt in my mind (nor can there be in the jury’s) that Shannon is telling the truth.
Robin’s suffering was profound, at least to this girl. She has finally made her roommate and best friend real to me in a way that Robin herself has not. Why? All this time I’ve been able to think of Robin as an actress. What if she’s not? I glance at Dade. He is hunched over the table with his right hand over his eyes. I nudge him and he lowers the hand to his lap and sits up straighter, but it doesn’t matter. Nobody is watching him. From behind the podium, Binkie asks, “Why didn’t you wake up your housemother or call her parents?”
“She wouldn’t let me!” Shannon says, her voice anguished
“I wanted to, but she kept saying that nobody would believe that she had met him off campus just to study together. She said she was afraid that her parents would think she had been dating him. They’re real conservative
I glance quickly at the Perrys, who appear slightly dazed. What if I were Gerald Perry? I’d want to kill Dade.
“What happened then?” Binkie asks, like some second banana prompting a talk-show host.
“I continued to try to convince her that she had to go to the hospital. She kept saying he didn’t hurt her, but I told her it didn’t matter. She had to go tell somebody! Finally, about five-thirty she said okay, and I drove her to the hospital.”
“Did you see her that evening before she went over to the house on Happy Hollow Road?” Binkie asks.
Shannon presses her hands together under her chin as if this were a difficult question.
“I sat next to her at dinner that night and she told me later in the room she was going out to that same little house we went to in the spring so she could help Dade get ready for a speech in communi cations the next day. I wish I had said something or gone with her. Then it wouldn’t have happened.” Tears well up in her eyes. From the right sleeve of her sweater, she pulls out a tissue and dabs at her eyes.