Caylee's Law is About Tools, not Tricks

I love science but this analysis of Caylee's Law misses the mark. By a long shot. The law is not about determining time of death down to the hour forensically. Not at all. The law is about giving prosecutors a tool to nab parents who have some connection to criminal mischief that befalls their young children. It goes back to that old commercial that used to run in the 70s: It's 10:00, do you know where your children are?

If you don't, you got some 'splainin' to do. And if your story doesn't add up, you can be charged. It is not unreasonable to expect parents/guardians to report their child missing or deceased within a short amount of time of discovering them so. If the child is under 12, as the Caylee's Law model states, society expects you to know where that kid is to within a rather short window of time.

The law is not meant to punish you for putting your child peacefully to sleep at 9 and not discovering disaster until morning. But it does state you will have failed your duty to your child and to society if you don't take action when you do make the discovery.

I know there is the occasional mixup of custody situations where Parent A thought Parent B was picking up Junior while Parent B thought Aunt Q was doing so and Aunt Q thought summer camp ended at 5pm when it really ended at 2pm and thought Parent A was doing the picking up anyway. In this scenario, a few hours can go by before anyone really knows Junior isn't where he's supposed to be. I have faith that law enforcement can sort these situations out. The hallmarks will be the confused time period will be relatively short, everyone's story adds up, everyone cooperates and the mishap is, in fact, reported as soon as someone realizes Junior needs help.

The forensic anthropologist in the New Scientist article gives a scenario where a kid gets into a farm accident but is not missed until after dinner. I have faith Law Enforcement can sort that one out, too. This is not about MEs trying to prove a kid died at 1 pm (parent charged) or at 2 pm (parent not charged). This is about a parent properly seeking the child's whereabouts and summoning help when needed. This is about not allowing adults to harm very small bodies, bodies who are mostly off-the-grid because they aren't even in school, and hiding them until the evidence degrades and vanishes.

There is no scenario on earth where a legally sane parent loses a young child or observes the death of a young child and summons no help or does not arrange for proper handling of remains and legal death certificate for several weeks without that parent being directly involved in the mishap that befell the child. The parent either sent the child off somewhere, perhaps in a custody battle; sold the child; harmed the child; is protecting a party who caused harm to or trafficked the child.

Law enforcement should be armed with a tool to make that person talk or be removed from society.

Whether you have faith in the jury that released Casey Anthony or not, this law is the right idea because it is absolutely indisputable that Casey Anthony allowed both public and private resources to be poured for 6 months into the search for a child she knew to be unrecoverable and deliberately diverted suspicion to an innocent stranger (Zenaida). Those resources could have gone to other missing children and other suspects in real crimes.

With Caylee's Law in place, the Orange County Sheriff's Dept. could have pressured Casey Anthony into admitting the death of Caylee within 72 hours of Cindy Anthony's frantic 911 call. At that critical juncture, Casey was gambling that she could stall for more time and, when the time came, roll the dice on a murder charge. With her success at confabulation, she had every reason to think her odds were good.

July 5, 2011 proved her to have backed the right horse, her own stalls and stories.

But with an arrest and certain conviction for not reporting Caylee missing for a month staring her in the face that first night, Casey would have known she had nowhere to hide. She might have been more frightened, more rattled, more willing to make deals in the here and now. Casey would have had much more incentive to cut her losses and cough up the truth that Caylee would not be found alive. Even if she had held firm that night, if there had been such a law in 2008 she would now be paying for that hideous insult to her child's well-being and to the community's.

With Casey's acquittal and insouciant midnight stroll out of jail just days later, other murderers and battering parents will be emboldened to make the same gamble Casey did. Why shouldn't they? She gave a Master's Course in how to do it and get away with it.

Sorry, New Scientist Magazine, Caylee's Law is not about a forensic precision all of us--all but certain juries drunk on CSI, that is--know is not possible. Caylee's Law is about tipping the odds back again. Caylee's Law is about backing the children.

Camille Kimball's books are:

What She Always Wanted

A Sudden Shot

The Mammoth Book of Tough Guys

Hungry After James Ray Trial?

Question: where to eat after a hard afternoon of watching famous motivational speakers on trial? [a taste of the eerie and unique locale where the sweat lodge trial is taking place]

The Beverly Hills barristers going up against the don't-tread-on-me country gal is one unique rodeo. Sprinkled as it is with recordings of a person whose wisdom is so profound he can call himself "god" and get people to pay him to do so, well, it can make one's head spin after a few hours. And all that head-spinning works up an appetite.

Ray defense atty Truc Do ignoring media after James Ray's conviction
Photo by Camille Kimball

Camp Verde, Arizona, home of the James Ray sweat lodge trial, is a tiny, tiny place. Right off the interstate there is what the locals call "Drive-thru Alley." This is where you find the big chains crammed together--McDonald's, Taco Bell and so forth. This is spittin' distance from the off-ramp.

But if you want something better, something both home-grown and spectacular all at once, drive on down the hill, turn left at Finnie Flat and before you can say "Montezuma's Castle" three times fast, you will see the Valley View Restaurant rising above you on a small escarpment to your right. Don't let the unpaved parking lot and fade-into-the-hill exterior fool you: inside is a gem.

As you walk in, you're likely to find owner John Perhne carefully polishing the bar--it's all copper and looks wonderful, shiny and unique when he's done. Then you'll notice the copper hood over the fireplace in the center of the bar and soon the copper collection around an upper shelf rimming the room. Copper, you see, is very important in the history of the Verde Valley and the entire state of Arizona (look for the miner on the state seal--his pickaxe is aimin' for copper).Author on the terrace, but not really much of the panorama...couldn't point the camera into the sun where most of the view was at that time of day!

Have a few friendly words, and then pass on through to the lower deck where the dance floor is. You'll be surrounded by panoramic windows as you eat your entree. You'll want this, because beyond is a vista you'll find hard to stop staring at. Step out onto the terrace for awhile. Look out to the San Francisco peaks, nearly a hundred miles away. Bring your binoculars and try to spot the Lowell Observatory white domed telescope where they're watching the expanding universe or the Naval Observatory's where they're looking for, um, bad guys in the sky. Breathe in air that that's been carrying hawks and condors, not factory exhaust.

The food on the menu at Valley View is solid down-home in heaping helpings, from liver to pot roast to chef salad and home-made soups. Bread pudding. Carrot cake. The prices more than reasonable. Way more than reasonable. You could easily spend more at Drive-thru Alley up the hill. But you won't be nearly as happy.

At the Valley View, you will feel you have stepped back fifty years in time, where innkeepers were glad to see you and served mom's recipes from mom's own pots and pans, not reconstituted pre-paks from corporate HQ.

Of course, step onto the terrace with its vast expanse of geology, maybe spot a very large raptor gliding on a thermal, and you'll feel you've stepped back 50 million.

Disclaimer: NO DISCLAIMER! Nobody comped me anything, I just had a great time and really think it's special!

Camille Kimball's books are:

What She Always Wanted

A Sudden Shot

The Mammoth Book of Tough Guys