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Closing Arguments

By Hank Sims on May 22, 2002

After eleven years of pre-trial motions and six weeks of testimony, Judi Bari and Darryl Cherney’s lawsuit against the FBI and the Federal Bureau of Investigation ended last week. The jury in the case —…

The Feds’ Lackluster Defense

By Hank Sims on May 15, 2002

Courtroom observers who expected a vigorous counterattack from the federal government and the city of Oakland were mostly disappointed last week, as assistant US Attorney R. Joseph Sher and Oakland assistant city attorney Maria Bee…

The Judi Bari Trial: A Radio Debate

By AVA News Service on May 9, 2002

Speaking In Tongues; Radio Station KDVS, Davis, Ca. Thursday, May 9th, 2002. Host Ron Glick. Guests, Attorney John Clarke; Editor, Bruce Anderson. Host Ron Glick: We're going to be talking about the Judi Bari bombing. I've…

Cherney Turns On the Charm

By Hank Sims on May 8, 2002

Ordered by Judge Wilken to wrap up their case by today — Wednesday — attorneys for Darryl Cherney and the estate of Judi Bari spent the last week zipping though the final five defendants and…

Crimes of Passion

By Dayla Hepting on May 8, 2002

I was once married to a man named Oscar Johnson. Sometime in the early 60s we took a bus to Reno carrying a packed lunch including ten bags of Mexican yellow heroin and a bottle…

Tears, Experts and Big Battles

By Hank Sims on May 1, 2002

Judi Bari and Darryl Cherney’s lawsuit against three Oakland police officers and six FBI agents took on the color of a variety show during its third week, with the Earth First activists’ lawyers bringing in…

Trial Notes

By Hank Sims on May 1, 2002

Before the trial began, Judge Claudia Wilken ruled that the defendants would not be allowed to mention a “road-spiking kit” found in Darryl Cherney’s van on the day of the bombing. Plaintiffs’ lawyers argued that…

It’s a Small World Afterall

By Zack Anderson on May 1, 2002

Summer is on San Francisco’s doorstep, right there with the drunk vagrants lying in their own urine, flyers for a sweet-fluff club called “Sixxteen” touting glam-rock bacchanalia, and chinese and pizza delivery menus offering delicacies…