Monthly Archives: November 2010

Jury came back in the penalty phase as deadlocked, 8-4. Penalty phase has been declared a mistrial. I’m a wreck. http://www.sgvtribune.com/ci_16736678

Here is the newspaper article on the last day of testimony. It focuses on Manling’s father and sister. Wish my testimony and that of my daughter, Mala, had also been deemed newsworthy. Oh, well, I can always tell you directly, … Continue reading →

This has been a difficult week. It is hard to sit and listen to so much raw pain. My pain. My family’s pain. The Tsang’s pain. The pain of everyone touched by this tragedy. It is a terrible thing to … Continue reading →

The guilt phase of the trial was hard.  So is the penalty phase, but in a different way.  The penalty phase is about the presentation of aggravating circumstances by the prosecution and of mitigating circumstances by the defense.  This means … Continue reading →

This has been a strange week so far. I feel like I am floating in suspended animation or that I am enveloped in an impenetrable bank of fog. Do I feel relief at the verdict? To tell you the truth, … Continue reading →

Today was the first day of the penalty phase. It wasn’t supposed to start until November 15, but two of the witnesses need to go home to Washington State, and since everyone was available now, they were taken out of … Continue reading →

A verdict has been reached already: Count 1, Ian: First degree murder with special circumstances of multiple homicide and lying in wait. Count 2, Devon: First degree murder with special circumstances of multiple homicide and lying in wait. Count 3, … Continue reading →

The prosecution and the defense made their closing arguments to the jury this morning. It’s now in the hands of the jury. And so we wait. Article on today’s hearing http://www.sgvtribune.com/news/ci_16516463?IADID=Search-www.sgvtribune.com-www.sgvtribune.com

Well, it’s only Monday. Feels like I sat in that courtroom for at least 2 weeks. I knew it would be emotionally difficult, but I didn’t realize how draining it all is. I come home in the evening, and all … Continue reading →