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    Justice

    By Jayne Lyn Blair

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateFeb 3, 2004
    ISBN9781469104898
    Justice
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    Jayne Lyn Blair

    Miss Jayne L. Blair has been nominated seven years in a row since 2002 as Poet of the Year by the International Society of Poets. She attended their conference twice 1994 in Washington D.C. and in 2006 in fabulous Las Vegas.

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      Justice - Jayne Lyn Blair

      Copyright © 2003 by Jayne Lyn Blair.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form

      or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any

      information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright

      owner.

      This book was printed in the United States of America.

      To order additional copies of this book, contact:

      Xlibris Corporation

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      Contents

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      INTRODUCTION

      CHAPTER 1

      AIRPORT IDENTIFICATION

      CHAPTER 2

      IDENTIFICATION IN HONOLULU, HAWAII

      CHAPTER 3

      GRAND JURY IN HONOLULU, HAWAII

      CHAPTER 4

      TRIAL IN HONOLULU, HAWAII

      CHAPTER 5

      SECOND TRIAL, HONOLULU, HAWAII

      CHAPTER 6

      HAWAII 1980

      CHAPTER 7

      THE RAPE IN HONOLULU

      CHAPTER 8

      AFTER THE RAPE

      CHAPTER 9

      BACK IN SALT LAKE CITY

      CHAPTER 10

      NEW YORK

      CHAPTER 11

      THE LEGAL PROCESS

      CHAPTER 12

      BEING A VICTIM OF RAPE

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      I would like to thank Thomas Pico, the prosecuting attorney of the state of Hawaii, for his strength in fighting this case all the way to the end for me and for JUSTICE. Also for the help of Mr. Neeley, Mr. Honda and the victims’ advocate in Hawaii for their assistance immediately following the crime and for the next five years as the case proceeded to trial.

      Empire Press, Ogden, Utah

      RC Printing and Graphic Design, Layton, Utah

      Mr. Jeff Sapir, White Plains, New York for recovering

      manuscript after Carlton Press NYC,

      filed bankruptcy

      Thanks to the book stores that carry my poetry

      chapbooks, and JUSTICE

      INTRODUCTION

      The following is the accurate, true account of the rape of JAYNE BLAIR that occurred on September 4th, 1980 in a hotel room in Honolulu, Hawaii as she was on her way to vacation in South East Asia, and the subsequent five-year struggle for the full circle of events necessary to bring the case through the courts, and having caught the assailant, have him found guilty of rape and sodomy and burglary in the first degree and on four counts, thus receiving the stiffest penalty possible short of execution: life in prison.

      I have decided to make the details of the this crime against me, made public for several reasons, so those that know me and have known me, personally or intimately, through the university, through employment as a medical technologist and model, my work as a musician and published poet and New York citizen will have a clear idea or better understanding of the nature of the crime, how it affected my life and the nature of the legal process in a particular case, and thus have a clearer understanding of me and the nature of this horrendous crime, RAPE, in contemporary society.

      CHAPTER 1

      AIRPORT IDENTIFICATION

      I was told to meet Mr. Honda at the Salt Lake Airport on January 31, 1981 for an identification photo session. Of course I had never been at one of these before and I really had no idea of what I was up against, but I was willing to show up and go ahead with it. The last four months of my life had been put into a complete state of fury with employment and graduate university studies, and since I had been brutally raped in the Sheraton Waikiki Hotel in Honolulu, Hawaii, September 4th, 1980 on my way to vacation in Southeast Asia.

      The drive to the airport from my apartment in Salt Lake takes about 20 or 30 minutes at the most and I was on time. I am a punctual person. I lived near the University of Utah where I was employed as a medical technologist in Building 44 in the center of the campus. A neat job while I was pursuing the necessary course work in reading, writing, and class attendance for a Master’s degree in English Literature and Language. I had completed a B. S. in Medical Technology in 1974 at the University of Utah, and since then had been employed throughout the State of Utah in various capacities as a Medical Technologist while I continued my studies of reading and music.

      I went to the airport, parked my car, found the assigned room and met Mr. Honda, an investigator from the Department of Criminal Investigation of the state of Hawaii. I had been raped in my hotel room by a young dark skinned, polynesian man that had climbed through my balcony sliding glass door from a fourth floor landing edge outside of the hotel in the early morning hours after I arrived in Honolulu from Los Angeles. I had been in New York the day before. The flight had been very long, but after gathering my luggage at the Waikiki airport I went directly to the Sheraton Hotel, checked in, listened to the evening news and ordered a soft drink from room service and went to bed.

      The next thing that I was conscious of was being startled by someone in the room. I was then brutally victimized and raped for nearly two hours. In fact my life was threatened by this drunken bastard, barbarian, colored male from the Third World, who then left the room from the front door into the hallway of the hotel and eight or nine weeks later attempted to rape another woman in another hotel. This time he beat her up physically as well. Immediately after he left my room I called the front desk in a state of horror and told them to get up here immediately I had been raped and needed some help and so on. And so the struggle began.

      The rest of that morning the police came, hotel security came, and the detectives came. I was just thrilled to be alive. I recall sitting in the corner of the room in my orange terry cloth robe, being asked several questions and having to fill out forms and what have you, with my eyes wide like a Brazilian nut cracked open. All the necessary forms and papers were filled out for burglary, rape and sodomy in the first and second degrees; there were actually four criminal counts. That morning I was taken to the nearby hospital for an emergency testing for any physical injuries and venereal diseases, if you can imagine, and I continued to fill out forms.

      That afternoon I was moved by the staff of the hotel to a new room, a suite on the 30th floor at no expense to myself, at my request, I asked to have a security person stay in the room during the night, because I was still so uneasy, upset and under a tremendous amount of pressure. I had visited a doctor in an adjacent office to the hotel and since I was traveling alone he tried to comfort me with some company and invited me to have lunch, a luau, Hawaii buffet. Although I didn’t feel like eating, I did appreciate his thoughtfulness, and then made my way to the police station to complete some forms for the burglary, rape and sodomy offenses.

      I managed to sit out in the sun a little, although still in a complete state of shock and made some phone calls to the state of Utah, my home at the time. I recall my phone bill ended being about $300.00 in the next two days as I discussed the nature of the crime to some legal counsel and then made the decision to go on with my vacation to Hong Kong. I was scheduled to leave Hawaii 42-72 hours after the rape for the Far East. I was very young, this was 10 years ago this fall 1990. I left Hawaii and successfully made my connection in Hong Kong but I was quite disorganized. It was as though an earthquake, tornado or avalanche had hit. I managed to survive and determined to check in at the Hilton Hotel with my luggage. I had plans for visiting the Hong Kong Metropolis near Victoria Street.

      In Hawaii, Mr. Neely, the police detective from the criminal investigation department of the state of Hawaii, had me

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