Each time I told them I didn't kill my wife.
I believe the question now is: who murdered my mother?
Our family, from day one, has only sought the simple truth in this matter.
I was in love with my wife and she was in love with me. We got along wonderfully.
I have never refused to talk to any authorities or give them any information I had.
Hour after hour, they shouted at me, accused me, insulted me and members of my family.
Upon the death of my father, our family and myself were emotionally and financially exhausted.
I visited my father for the full ten years that he was in prison, so we already had a deep and loving relationship, and remembered our mother at those times.
The second trial was a fair trial. I do not call it a second trial. I call it a fair trial, as opposed to the first trial, which was an unfair trial, a Roman holiday.
Our family had been shattered, but we now are more united, and the remains of my family and the majority of my mother's family are glad to know the truth about a horrible crime.