Archive for July 21, 2008
Meet Phoenix Wright
Jul 21st
Attorney-at-law, now available for your Nintendo DS. Yep, a videogame about a lawyer. Maybe Blumenthal will try to ban this too. Thanks Peter.
DNA: Something new and something old
Jul 21st
The biggest story of this past weekend is this L.A. Times piece on the accuracy of the DNA identifications and the statistics used to come up with the probabilities of a random match. Much has been said in the blawgosphere (all of it worth reading) by the Greenfield, the Underdog Mark Katz, the public defender dude and an engrossing lesson in statistics by the Windypundit. They’ve done a wonderful job, so I won’t dwell on it much.
The gist is this: A DNA “match” is when the two pieces of biological evidence share the same markers (loci) at 9 random locations (or 11 or 13 or 15…) The odds of that happening, the State usually contends, is one in 6 billion (and they use that number arbitrarily because it is the population of the world). So in essence, they argue that the only person in the world who could be the source of that piece of DNA is the defendant.
The problem should be evident. Of the millions and billions of loci in the human DNA, 9 or 11 or 15 is an infinitesimal fraction. So, it is possible that if we start looking for matches at 20 or 30 or 100 or 1000 loci, the probabilities will drop. Then we might be talking about 1 in 100,000 or 1 in 20,000. Not bad odds, given the populations of cities and countries.
Still, if these “Arizona searches” (as some are trying to call them in an effort to get the name to stick) haven’t reached your State yet, a number like 1 in 300 billion trillion gazillion quadrasesquecentenellian shouldn’t faze you.
DNA cannot tell a jury when it was deposited or whether the donor actually committed a crime during the deposit. This will not change, even if the odds that it was your guy that deposited the DNA get better.
photo credit: beckita115
Two words
Jul 21st
The call comes in.
“That was quick!”
Heading upstairs, time slows down.
The judicial marshals converge. There are 5 of them now.
The judge enters. Everyone stands. Some sit. Some remain standing.
There is a knock on the door. Six people enter. They announce their presence.
A question is asked.
My heart is pounding. I can barely hear what is being said.
I’m staring at my desk; I can’t bear to look up.
The tension is palpable; the room is silent. Time has stopped.
Firmly, a voice slices through the heavy air.
Two words.
A gasp. A stifled cry.
I don’t raise my head. There’s more to come.
Another question. Silence has been replaced by nervous energy.
Time seems even slower, if that’s possible. My heart is thundering.
Two more words.
Suddenly, time rushes forward. The judge is talking, but no one is really paying attention.
Two words never sounded sweeter.
A man is free.
[I tried to find a video of Ani Difranco doing a version of Amazing Grace - the best version out there, in my opinion, but was unable to. You can listen to the song, though, by clicking below - and I really recommend it.]
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