It’s been along time since I first saw in open court the power of the surveillance state. A client of mine was accused of rape. When the victim turned up dead, the state accused my client of killing her. Prove it, we said. The state did, with the help of cell tower evidence.
It wasn’t really much of a rape case. The victim and the accused were long-time lovers. As passions ebbed, boundaries became blurred. What was once an occasion for a joyous union became contested terrain. Did she yes, or no? Would it have mattered to him?
