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Almost a month went by slowly like the flow of the big
Thompson River. Mr. Wilson had his day in court where his
lawyer, a smart word player, who referred to no prior, not flight
risk, and managed to free him on ROR with the promise that he
would appear before the court almost a month later on November
the 24th when his case would be heard. November had arrived
and had almost passed and the routine of the Indian Residential
School hadn’t changed one iota. They hadn’t found Mr. Wilson’s
replacement yet so the children had a little more free time twice
a week.
Mr. Wilson’s trial took place on the 24th of November as
per schedule. Mr. Wilson had sat in the defendant’s chair, his
young lawyer next to him while the British Columbia district
attorney’s representative was on the prosecutor’s side. One witness
only was called on behalf of the people: the RCMP sergeant
was who arrested Mr. Wilson and who recanted what Father
Jerome told him the night of the arrest. Only one witness was
called for the defence: Mr. Wilson’s neighbor who underscored
that the accused was a good man who had gone through hell the
last two years with divorce and all. The judge didn’t take too long
to announce his decision: the defendant was found guilty and was
penalized to five years of probation, since he had no prior, as his
word player lawyer repeated to the honorable court; Mr. Wilson
was also ordered to stay away from any school or playground and
was forbidden from working for any such facility ad infinitum.
Both George the cook and the two Indian boys were very
angry at the light sentence given in this case though they couldn’t
do anything more about it; however they made a pact to take
matters in their own hands next time around and that they could
still take care of Mr. Wilson as their minds demanded.
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