I don’t know how many of you have been following the Amanda Knox trial, but the story has had me captivated for years. It was hard to believe the story was really happening: a pretty, college-aged American woman studying abroad in the beautiful Italian town of Perugia accused of, and on trial for, killing her Brittish roommate in a bizzare-o, sex-fueled, vampire-influenced game. Knox hadn’t even been abroad for a few months when she found herself in jail, where she has remained for years. I don’t know what I thought was going to happen, but I didn’t expect this result.
I have had a hard time figuring out what the facts are in this case — what’s credible, what’s science, what’s reliable — and I really don’t know what to think. Sometimes the story is Knox’s DNA was on a bloody knife found in her “boyfriend” Raffaele Sollecito’s apartment. Sometimes the story is that there is no way that knife could have been used to murder the victim, Meredith Kercher. Sometimes the story is that there was a sole assailant — Rudy Guede. Sometimes the story is that Knox and Sollecito told so many inconsistent stories they must be guilty. It’s really been a confusing mess for me to try to grasp. I have a friend who is certain that Knox has been railroaded by a crazy, overzealous prosecutor and a wacky Italian justice system. I have another friend who works for the AP in Rome and says his friend covering the trial can’t even figure out what is going on or what the truth is. I just don’t know what to believe. Usually, in my experience, crimes aren’t nearly as complicated as the version the prosecutor presented the jury with in this case. But usually isn’t always so, I still don’t know.
I guess we’ll see how it plays out on appeal. I will say that it sounds like Amanda’s Italian is near-perfect due to her extended time in Italy. I’m sure she would exchange her fluency for freedom, though.