Wednesday, July 18, 2018

How Judge Came To Aid Of Prosecutors When A Billboard For NSA Whistleblower Reality Winner Went Up

How Judge Came To Aid Of Prosecutors When A Billboard For NSA Whistleblower Reality Winner Went Up




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When a loosely knit group, the Whistleblower Support Network, put up a billboard in Augusta, Georgia, for NSA whistleblower Reality Winner, it did not take long for a federal judge hearing the case to scold defense attorneys.
However, Winner’s defense had absolutely nothing to do with the billboard, which went up on June 6, before Winner accepted a plea agreement from the United States government. It was put up by activists, who did not coordinate at all with her attorneys.
Chief Judge James Randal Hall’s reaction was another example of how the court has often been against Winner’s defense, including multiple decisions against bail. It also may have confirmed that the plea agreement was the least worst outcome for Winner when considering the risks of going to trial.
Winner pled guilty to one count of violating the Espionage Act when she disclosed an NSA report that claimed Russian hackers targeted United States voter registration systems in the 2016 election. She will likely be sentenced to 63 months in federal prison in August or September.
Naomi Pitcairn (@naomipitcairn), an activist and artist with the Whistleblower Support Network, told Shadowproof, “Since the judge was ruling against every motion that the defense team put forth, we figured it can’t hurt to push him because he’s already as bad as he could be. So we decided we’d like a billboard somewhere he’d have to see it when he drove to work.” (Note: Two different judges, Hall and Brian Epps, have issued decisions related to the case.)
The billboard was installed on Washington Avenue, a main thoroughfare that goes into downtown.
A day after the billboard went up, Hall issued a stern order [PDF] and threatened “contempt proceedings or other measures” against Winner’s defense attorneys.
Hall invoked a local criminal rule in Georgia that is supposed to ensure publicity does not inappropriately influence potential jurors.
In an interview recorded on June 26, Billie Winner-Davis, the mother of Reality Winner, recalled how she sent pictures to Titus Nichols, one of Winner’s attorneys, when she first saw the billboard.
“The very next day I received a text from Titus and he said, well, it took less than 24 hours for the judge to yell at them about the billboard,” Winner-Davis said.
This reaction spurred media coverage of Winner’s case. As Winner-Davis said, “It was not only do we have this humongous larger-than-life billboard of Reality Winner with her picture and this important message and this really serious question that was asked on the billboard, but you have a judge issuing what some people have seen as a gag order reminding them that [they] are not allowed to go out and publicly talk about [their] case.”
She also heard from her daughter that Nichols and attorney John Bell were in another Georgia courtroom. The judge asked if there was going to be a billboard for the case he was hearing. It was a whole different case, but the judge wanted to be certain they weren’t going to make a habit of using billboards to win their cases—even though there was no evidence of involvement at all.
The billboard, which will be up until August 11, says, “Veteran, Reality Winner, jailed one year, no bail, no trial, for exposing threats to the U.S. elections?” Below is the hashtag, “#Justice4Reality” and the website, StandWithReality.org, that actually had nothing to do with the decision to put up the billboard.
Original Reality Winner billboard, rejected for the words "indefinitely detained." (Credit: Whistleblower Support Network).
Original Reality Winner billboard, rejected for the words “indefinitely detained.” (Credit: Whistleblower Support Network).
Initially, the Whistleblower Support Network wanted the billboard to read, “Veteran, Reality Winner indefinitely detained in a Georgia jail…” and “Truth On Trial.” But although the company that put up the billboard, Lamar Advertising, was fairly easy to work with, they would not permit the activists to use the words “indefinitely detained.”
Lisa Ling (@aretvet), a former U.S. drone technician and whistleblower, is a prominent advocate for Winner. She was part of the effort to install a billboard and believes it was unreasonable for the judge to chastise the defense.
As Ling recalled, the prosecution put out a “press release that conveyed their narrative” immediately after her arrest in June of last year. Winner’s defense was “not allowed to speak” to Ling about critical aspects of the case, even though she was involved in groups building support for her among the public. They could not go to the press to counter attacks when prosecutors labeled her a “terrorist sympathizer” in court.
The issue came up during Winner’s arraignment and detention hearing on June 8, 2017. Prosecutor Jennifer Solari urged Judge Epps to “reinforce” the rule on publicity because Nichols had appeared in the news media and granted interviews to multiple newspapers. He commented on “evidence in the case, the defendant’s guilt or innocence,” and the “credibility of the actions, the evidence, or the witnesses of the government.”
Solari claimed this was all a part of ensuring the government has a “fair opportunity to present its case,” however, Nichols contended the government’s press release was far worse than anything he said in the media.
The government’s press release stated, “Once investigative efforts identified Winner as a suspect, the FBI obtained and executed a search warrant at her residence. According to the complaint, Winner agreed to talk with agents during the execution of the warrant.”
“During that conversation, Winner admitted intentionally identifying and printing the classified intelligence reporting at issue despite not having a ‘need to know,’ and with knowledge that the intelligence reporting was classified. Winner further admitted removing the classified intelligence reporting from her office space, retaining it, and mailing it from Augusta, Georgia, to the news outlet, which she knew was not authorized to receive or possess the documents,” the release added.
It did not mention that FBI agents did not read Winner her Miranda rights. Prosecutors publicized a confession that was obtained through coercive tactics and later challenged by defense attorneys in court.
Nichols suggested someone possibly connected to the prosecution had raised alarms about cell phones and computers Winner had in her possession to imply a “cyber warfare” operation was ongoing at her house on Battle Row. He described this as an “abuse of the press.”
“If the prosecution [was] allowed to put out a press release the public can see, what is the difference between that which has many more words and is much more weighted toward the fact that she’s guilty—what is the difference between that and a billboard? They’re both available to the public,” Ling argued.
Possibly, the government was concerned that potential jurors would be open to arguments that Winner did not deserve punishment for disclosing the NSA report on election hacking.
Ling described walking around talking to people in Augusta. When they learned about Winner’s case, they could not believe the case was unfolding in Georgia. She had at least 25 conversations and in most of them the people she spoke to were persuaded that this was not merely a black-and-white case of criminal misconduct.
While there will be no trial, Winner-Davis greatly appreciated the Whistleblower Support Network for putting up the billboard.
“I can’t thank them enough,” Winner-Davis said. “It was kind of a wake up. Wake up, Georgia. Wake up, Augusta. This is happening, and then to get that kind of response out of the court, number one, is kind of scary, to get that response from a judge. But then again it’s also telling. It’s very telling to me that he didn’t want that.”
It demonstrates how far the U.S. government will go to ensure whistleblowers are convicted and put behind bars. Despite the tradition of freedom of speech and freedom of the press under the First Amendment, the government will twist any rules governing publicity to make it next to impossible for a whistleblower to convince the public what they did was in the public interest.

Wednesday: Demand Democracy from Republicans (RSVP)


Dear Massachusetts MoveOn member,
Yesterday, Donald Trump stood in front of the world's media and said that he believes Russian President Vladimir Putin over every U.S. intelligence agency when Putin claims that Russia didn't meddle in the 2016 election. He even suggested that we should make Russian intelligence agents part of the Mueller investigation, rather than the subjects of that investigation. 
Tomorrow, we have a chance to escalate our outrage and demand that we hold Trump—and the Republicans who are failing to take action—accountable.
On Wednesday at sundown in over 100 cities and towns around the country, we're coming together for "Confront Corruption: Defend Democracy" vigils, where we'll demonstrate that the American people will fight for our democracy even as Trump backs down before Russian attacks.
When: This Wednesday, June 18
What: Vigils to bear witness to the attacks on our way of life
The past two years have shown that Republicans in Congress will give Donald Trump a pass on almost anything, from his response to the Charlottesville attack to his relentless assault on the Mueller investigation. But Trump's horrendous showing in Helsinki appears to have riled up people across parties. Spontaneous protests erupted at the White House last night to greet Trump, and just take a look at some of the summit's coverage in local newspapers around the country:
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MoveOn members have been at the forefront of calling for and defending the independent Mueller investigation into Russia's interference in our elections and the Trump team's involvement. We have consistently called out the anti-democratic, self-dealing practices of Trump and his kleptocratic Cabinet and family. And we have been in the fight to defend our democracy from Big Money, gerrymandering, and other right-wing attacks. Now that it's clearer than ever Trump won't defend Americans from Russia's attack, it's a critical moment to show up and take action.
Thanks for all you do, 
–David, Justin, Karine, Emma, and the rest of the team
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There Will Be Wailing In Winchester (And Not Just Winchester, Either) “The Boy Next Door” 1950s Actor Tab Hunter Has Caught The West-bound Freight-Passes At 86

There Will Be Wailing In Winchester (And Not Just Winchester, Either) “The Boy Next Door” 1950s Actor Tab Hunter Has Caught The West-bound Freight-Passes At 86







By Si Lannon

Yes, there will be wailing and weeping to in towns like Winchester, Westchester, Westwood, West Hollywood, and West Wildwood in certain precincts where women of a certain age (maybe men too which I will explain later), came of age, started male gazing in the 1950s now that heart-throb Tab Hunter, the consummate “boy next door” (that boy next door would not be the one in the next cold water flat in some urban tenement but out in lush lawn Levitt-town, Andersonville, Peoria, Modesto where the winds of change were blowing fierce as the post-World War II generations were beginning their short, too short golden age) has caught the west-bound freight, had passed away at 86. Were weeping, as I will admit I am too but for different reasons, for their virginal lost youths when all seemed possible and now have nothing but burdens and too much time fighting their own wars against the ravages of time. Yeah, thinking back to the first time they heard Tab Hunter singing the forever version of Sonny James’ Young Love coming dreamily through the ubiquitous transistor radio attached closely to their heads to keep prying parents at arms-length. Then they saw him on television and the movies and the swooning began.         

I have my own Tab Hunter freaking boy next door story which I have to get off my chest, fifty years plus off my chest, before I can go on and pay certain respects to Mr. Hunter’s career and his “secret” life. See faraway “boy next door” guys had it easy they just had to look pretty, okay, handsome, have clean fingernails and wavy hair. Above all only stink of sex in a most indirect way to not scare off hovering mothers. Tab Hunter (and some others like Fabian and Conway Twitty) were like catnip to dream-crazy daughters-and their mothers in the 1950s. And therein lies my tale. See I was the real boy next door to a young woman, a girl really, Rosalind O’Brian (I will not get angry at anyone if that name evokes thoughts of princesses in towers awaiting rescue by errant take no prisoners knights or sweet summer nights filled with flower fragrances before the sun goes down since that was what the name evoked in my forlorn heart as well) who would not give me the time of day in sixth grade when I first started doing my own male gaze at the opposite sex. Sure, Rosalind would talk to me, talk a blue streak in class, laugh at some of my sixth-grade nervous humor but when I asked her to go to the Sacred Heart Friday night church dance which were held to keep errant real youth, young bravos, from temptations path in that silly way that priests did everything talk straight about sex, leaving us to learn what we learned on the street, half of it bullshit and dangerously wrong.

Cut to the chase. The reason she gave me for not going to the dance with me was that she had a “crush” on the real boy next door-Tab Hunter-and implied that she was saving herself for his attentions. Here is the kicker, the kick in the teeth, dear sweet Rosalind O’Brian actually went to the dance I asked her to attend with Rod Roberts, a dreamy guy who looked exactly like a boy next door, had wavy blond hair and a winsome smile. Perfidy thy name is Rosalind.             

Well I have gotten over that slight, almost, and now can pay a certain homage to Tab Hunter, especially with what he must have gone through as a female sex symbol when he was as queer as a three-dollar bill, was a closeted gay man until he came out in a memoir in 2006. Damn. Even though Hollywood was a closeted safe haven for gays and lesbians along with places like the Village in New York and North Beach in San Francisco the seals were wrapped up tight with seven seals about “homosexuality” in the community. What we out in the working- class precincts of North Adamsville called faggots and every other foul name before we found out what does it matter who you love, more importantly, that it was not the state’s or any other person’s concern who did what with who. But that was much latter.          

The irony is that we, I, had a beef with Tab Hunter when he could have given a damn about Rosalind’s saving herself for him, would have been more likely to have done his male gazing at one Rod Roberts later in life since the last I heard balding and rotund Rob had gotten married to some guy in Madison, Wisconsin. But what was a sixth-grade kid, a kid raised up in the high holy Roman Catholic religion, to know of such things. Knowing only then the admonition from dear mother to not take rides, candy, from strangers, meaning strange men, perverts lurking in every dark cover waiting to spring. Knowing only that in secret whispers there was talk in the family that one of my cousins was “different.” I have already recounted our ignorant terms for those who we called “light on their feet” and even fag-baited each other just for kicks. Jesus what we went through.     

If you had asked me back in 1957, 1960, 1965 if I would be paying homage to an openly gay man I would have said you were crazy, had a screw loose which is an expression I liked to use then or worse. But you can learn a few things in life. Learn also that fame is fleeting as happened to Tab Hunter once the boy next door lost its appeal to young women. Learned that guys with talent and it is obvious that Tab Hunter has it could have a second career ignited by playing opposite the eternally great Divine in John Water’s Polyester. Could “come out” eventually. Yes, there will be wailing and weeping now that Tab Hunter has caught the west-bound freight. Including a tear here. RIP, Tab Hunter, RIP.      

The “Cold” Civil War Rages In America-In The Second Year Of The Torquemada (Oops!) Trump Regime- Immigrants, Trans-genders, DACAs, TPSers, Media People, Leftists, Hell, Liberals Know Your Constitutional Rights-It May Save Your Life

The “Cold” Civil War Rages In America-In The Second Year Of The Torquemada (Oops!) Trump Regime- Immigrants, Trans-genders, DACAs, TPSers, Media People, Leftists, Hell, Liberals Know Your Constitutional Rights-It May Save Your Life     

By Frank Jackman

Over the first year of the Trump regime as this massive control freak regime has plundered right after right, made old Hobbes’ “life is short, brutish and nasty” idea seem all too true for a vast swath  of people residing in America (and not just America either) I have startled many of my friends, radical and liberal alike. Reason? For almost all of my long adult life I have been as likely to call, one way or another, for the overthrow of the government as not. This Republic if you like for a much more equitable society than provided under it aegis. This year I have been as they say in media-speak “walking that notion back a bit.” Obviously even if you only get your news from social media or twitter feeds there have been gigantic attempts by Trump, his cronies and his allies in Congress to radically limit and cut back many of the things we have come to see as our rights in ordinary course of the business of daily life. This year I have expressed deep concerns about the fate of the Republic and what those in charge these days are hell-bend of trying to put over our eyes.

Hey, I like the idea, an idea that was not really challenged even by the likes of Nixon, Reagan and the Bushes in their respective times that I did not have to watch my back every time I made a political move. Now maybe just every move. This assault, this conscious assault on the lives and prospects of immigrants, DACAs, TPSers. Trans-genders, blacks, anti-fascists, Medicaid recipients, the poor, the outspoken media, uppity liberals, rash leftist radicals and many others has me wondering what protections we can count on, use to try to protect ourselves from the onslaught.

I, unlike some others, have not Cassandra-cried about the incipient fascist regime in Washington. If we were at that jackboot stage I would not be writing, and the reader would not be reading, this screed. Make no mistake about that. However there is no longer a question in my mind that the “cold” civil war that has been brewing beneath the surface of American society for the past decade or more has been ratchetted up many notches. Aside from preparing politically for that clash we should also be aware, much more aware than in the past, about our rights as we are confronted more and more by a hostile government, its hangers-on and the agents who carry out its mandates.

I have been brushing up on my own rights and had come across a small pamphlet put out by the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), a good source for such information in these times. I have placed that information below.

As the ACLU disclaimer states this information is basic, should be checked periodically for updating especially the way the federal courts up to and including the U.S. Supreme  Court have staked the deck against us of late. In any case these days if you are in legal difficulties you best have a good lawyer. The other side, the government has infinite resources, so you better get your best legal help available even if it cost some serious dough which tends to be the case these days with the way the judicial system works.


Most importantly when confronted by any governmental agents from the locals to the F.B.I. be cool, be very cool.  













Before The Fall-Before The Garden Of Eden Fell Into Disrepair-Sir Alfred Hitchcock’s “I Confess” (1953)-A Film Review    




DVD Review

By Lenny Lynch

I Confess, starring Montgomery Clift,  Anne Baxter, directed by Sir Alfred Hitchcock, 1953

I admit, freely admit that I am a lapsed, very lapsed Catholic of the Roman persuasion although that is no factor in the how or why of drawing this review of an Alfred Hitchcock minor classic I Confess set in Catholic Canada, French-Canadian Canada, Quebec, which is actually a separate country or could be if the Quebecois wanted such an outcome as many have demonstrated for in the past, where my good friend and mentor Josh Breslin’s people came from a couple of generations back. What does factor in is the still scarred, scary, bizarre ritual (ritualistic cleansing at least) memoires of facing the inquisition in the confessional box in the person of the parish priest, one Father Lally who was one son of a bitch on dragging out every last sin out off his charges and pronouncing high dungeon penance that would make many a knee weary down at the blessed altar rail. (Many years later it came out, came out during the scandalous cover-ups and then exposes of the sodomites in the pulpits in the Boston Catholic diocese that good old Father Lally was giving absolution gratis for his favored boys who confessed to all kinds of sexual fantasy sins that the bastard then made them pay for scarring at least one of maybe two generations of innocent boys. He died before any of them got any satisfaction of seeing his crimes exposed and sent prison bound. Money will never wash away the crimes against humanity that Father Lally inflicted on this troubled world. As least for believers there is the satisfaction that he will burn in hell for eternity and maybe a few can get some solace from that.)

But all that has nothing to do with the plot of the film except that the sanctity of the confessional, the so-called penitent-priest confidentially plays a big role in this film. A rather extreme way that the privilege which after all is a legal privilege in a court of law and no something church ordained although maybe it had its roots in that way back when which can be looked at. Penitent X (I don’t want to violate that sanctity even as a lapsed, very lapsed Catholic) has committed murder, maybe not murder one but murder nevertheless and maybe murder one if X had done it in the act of a robbery which would make it felony murder. He and his wife work for Priest A, played by Montgomery Clift, at the rectory and after he committed the dastardly crime he confessed in the confessional to Priest A. He is home free or at least he thinks he is since he has some kind of understanding that Priest A will not snitch on him to the coppers, and he doesn’t.

Where things get dicey is that way back when before he was ordained, before he got “religion” after being in the military during World War II he had a torrid affair with a woman who subsequently married somebody else but was still in love him. Why that matters is that she and Priest A were seen together the night of the murder and he can’t explain where he was at the time of the murder. Looks like the big step-off for a guy just doing his job. Things get a little better after a trial in which the good priest is found not guilty although that standard is not the same as innocent and the festering parishioners are ready to nail his ass to the wall over the romance stuff. Before they can get the tar out though Penitent X’s wife tells all her husband was the murderer and for that act of sanity he kills her and then runs like a bastard to get away. No way will he do so though as the coppers nab the bastard and he buys nothing but six feet of hard dirt for his troubles. Yeah, nothing here made me want to jump back on the priest-ridden bandwagon as much as I hate to see an innocent guy, a straight-laced priest with a sullen past come close to the big step-off.