Post by jakaswanga on Sept 10, 2017 10:22:30 GMT 3
KENYAN CAROL MBUNGU AND ITALIAN YARA GAMBIRASIO
Would, Carol Mbungu, that there were a Kenyan detective, a Kenyan prosecutor or any other investigative authority, possessed enough of professional honour, to rise to the occasion of finding your killer or killers.
Would, the state of your country, Kenya, or some minister responsible for the police departments, had the integrity to avail resources to hunt and find your killer, like in the following case from the Northern mountains of Italy, when Yara Gambarasio was found dead in the shrubs. –--But O, Carol Mbungu, you were murdered in the days of the Matiang'is, the Rutos, The Uhurus, The Ndegwa Muhooros, Keriako Tobikos, Boinetts.
Yes Carol, you were murdered when the continent was infested with the regimes of beasts. How be it, O Carol, Beasts never find the killers of human beings. They protect them instead. Educate them the much you want, Beasts bother not to investigate, they don't understand crime. No, not even the murder of a young woman bothers a beast.
WE COMPARE THE MURDER OF YARA GAMBIRASIO.
THE ABSENCE OF MITOCHONDRIAL DNA
Massimo Bosseti to life sentence.
But is it a miscarriage of Justice?
See footnote below.
Would, Carol Mbungu, that there were a Kenyan detective, a Kenyan prosecutor or any other investigative authority, possessed enough of professional honour, to rise to the occasion of finding your killer or killers.
I will mourn and howl like a wolf, agitated by a full moon. I will call upon the ancestors to hold a counsel of rage and hone the fury, slowly forge the hearts in the fires of justice, to create a corps of Erinyes, indefatiguable. Too many men and institutions are getting away with the nonchalant murder and degradation of African women. The African women are just a side entertainment, objects like insects whose murder is further thoughtless amusement. There are no consequences to fear for the culprits. No law in pursuit.
But the African state never lacks the ornaments of modernity, the only problem is they are mfano, dummies, so it is just clownesque and perfunctory hypocrisy when both opposition and government are united to demand and direct speedy investigations.
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But the African state never lacks the ornaments of modernity, the only problem is they are mfano, dummies, so it is just clownesque and perfunctory hypocrisy when both opposition and government are united to demand and direct speedy investigations.
Read more: jukwaa.proboards.com/thread/9562/2017-omens-bad-election#ixzz4sG3nI6wi ...
Would, the state of your country, Kenya, or some minister responsible for the police departments, had the integrity to avail resources to hunt and find your killer, like in the following case from the Northern mountains of Italy, when Yara Gambarasio was found dead in the shrubs. –--But O, Carol Mbungu, you were murdered in the days of the Matiang'is, the Rutos, The Uhurus, The Ndegwa Muhooros, Keriako Tobikos, Boinetts.
Yes Carol, you were murdered when the continent was infested with the regimes of beasts. How be it, O Carol, Beasts never find the killers of human beings. They protect them instead. Educate them the much you want, Beasts bother not to investigate, they don't understand crime. No, not even the murder of a young woman bothers a beast.
WE COMPARE THE MURDER OF YARA GAMBIRASIO.
The murder that has obsessed Italy
On 26 November 2010, Yara Gambirasio, 13, went missing. Three months later her body was discovered in scrubland nearby. So began one of the most complex murder investigations in Italian history,
Lead investigator and prosecutor in the case, Letiza Ruggeri.
Ruggeri put wiretaps on hundreds of phones. Her team also tried to trace the owners of all the handsets – some 15,000 – which had passed through Mapello on the day of Yara’s disappearance. One of these belonged to a Moroccan man called Mohammed Fikri. In one wiretapped conversation, in late November, the interpreter heard the phrase: “Forgive me God, I didn’t kill her”. Fikri had been working in a builders’ yard in Mapello, but by the time investigators had put the pieces together, a few days later, he was on a boat bound for Tangiers. On 4 December, Italian authorities intercepted the vessel and arrested Fikri. They searched the van he had been using and discovered that it contained a blood-stained mattress. “People liked him as the guilty party,” Ruggeri told me ruefully last year, “because he was foreign.” But Fikri was quickly cleared. The phrase had been mistranslated, and the blood was extraneous to the investigation.
As autumn slipped into winter, Brembate di Sopra found itself at the centre of a mystery which had captured the country’s imagination. Italian TV is dominated by cronache nere, crime news, and now national camera crews descended. The Gambirasio family were horrified by the sudden glare of publicity. TV cameras became a permanent fixture in their quiet cul-de-sac. The family locked themselves away, lowering their shutters and even turning down the idea of a torchlight procession to raise awareness. Instead, nuns from the Ursuline order, who taught at Yara’s school, came to pray with Maura. A mass was held instead of the procession, and the rare statements from the parents were devout pleas for privacy and patience.
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The reticence of the Gambirasio family reflected the culture of this region. The province of Bergamo is much closer to Switzerland than Naples and the Bergamaschi are generally more reserved than their southern countrymen. “It’s in the spirit of mountain people to disdain gossip and not to repeat nonsense,” Piero Bonicelli, the editor of Araberara, a colourful local newspaper, told me. “If I don’t know something, if I have only heard it said, I don’t say anything until I’m certain it’s true.”
Desperate to discover the whereabouts of their daughter, the Gambirasio family did share some photographs of Yara with the press in the days after her disappearance – Yara queueing to take communion; doing the splits in the gym; a studio photo of her in a yellow top; in an Italy football shirt; on the beach – but no one came forward with any useful information. When her parents finally made a televised appeal, a few days after their first Christmas without Yara, they looked awkward. Maura was so uncomfortable she was, unintentionally, rolling her eyes. Fulvio, who wore a rugby shirt, hesitantly read a plea: “Help us return to normality”. He explained that the family values were “love, respect and honesty”, and that they would be giving no interviews.
On 26 November 2010, Yara Gambirasio, 13, went missing. Three months later her body was discovered in scrubland nearby. So began one of the most complex murder investigations in Italian history,
Lead investigator and prosecutor in the case, Letiza Ruggeri.
Ruggeri put wiretaps on hundreds of phones. Her team also tried to trace the owners of all the handsets – some 15,000 – which had passed through Mapello on the day of Yara’s disappearance. One of these belonged to a Moroccan man called Mohammed Fikri. In one wiretapped conversation, in late November, the interpreter heard the phrase: “Forgive me God, I didn’t kill her”. Fikri had been working in a builders’ yard in Mapello, but by the time investigators had put the pieces together, a few days later, he was on a boat bound for Tangiers. On 4 December, Italian authorities intercepted the vessel and arrested Fikri. They searched the van he had been using and discovered that it contained a blood-stained mattress. “People liked him as the guilty party,” Ruggeri told me ruefully last year, “because he was foreign.” But Fikri was quickly cleared. The phrase had been mistranslated, and the blood was extraneous to the investigation.
As autumn slipped into winter, Brembate di Sopra found itself at the centre of a mystery which had captured the country’s imagination. Italian TV is dominated by cronache nere, crime news, and now national camera crews descended. The Gambirasio family were horrified by the sudden glare of publicity. TV cameras became a permanent fixture in their quiet cul-de-sac. The family locked themselves away, lowering their shutters and even turning down the idea of a torchlight procession to raise awareness. Instead, nuns from the Ursuline order, who taught at Yara’s school, came to pray with Maura. A mass was held instead of the procession, and the rare statements from the parents were devout pleas for privacy and patience.
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The reticence of the Gambirasio family reflected the culture of this region. The province of Bergamo is much closer to Switzerland than Naples and the Bergamaschi are generally more reserved than their southern countrymen. “It’s in the spirit of mountain people to disdain gossip and not to repeat nonsense,” Piero Bonicelli, the editor of Araberara, a colourful local newspaper, told me. “If I don’t know something, if I have only heard it said, I don’t say anything until I’m certain it’s true.”
Desperate to discover the whereabouts of their daughter, the Gambirasio family did share some photographs of Yara with the press in the days after her disappearance – Yara queueing to take communion; doing the splits in the gym; a studio photo of her in a yellow top; in an Italy football shirt; on the beach – but no one came forward with any useful information. When her parents finally made a televised appeal, a few days after their first Christmas without Yara, they looked awkward. Maura was so uncomfortable she was, unintentionally, rolling her eyes. Fulvio, who wore a rugby shirt, hesitantly read a plea: “Help us return to normality”. He explained that the family values were “love, respect and honesty”, and that they would be giving no interviews.
THE ABSENCE OF MITOCHONDRIAL DNA
Massimo Bosseti to life sentence.
But is it a miscarriage of Justice?
See footnote below.