It is exactly one week today that the jury in the Dr. William Ayres case has been deliberating the fate of the child psychiatrist accused of molesting six boys, now men—and that has not gone smoothly. It was not expected to be a quick verdict, with nine counts, and strict instructions that each count stood on its own; each in-statute victim stood on his own, and that a guilty verdict with one victim did not necessarily mean an automatic guilty verdict in others.
But it was not expected to be an impossible verdict, and that’s what seems to be happening.
Despite no verdict, there is lots of news at the Ayers Watchdog blog, and I’d like to direct you there eventually. I’m not going to steal their news and represent it as my own.
A coupe of days after they began to deliberate, bloggers learned that the jury foreman was indeed the man in the front row, who wore hiking shorts to work every day, who took notes when appropriate, and who was very attentive. Court goers observed that was a good choice.
Later in the week, the jury asked for a read-back. Of course those of us waiting for a verdict did what we always do: look for meaning. Was this a good thing? Or is it a bad thing?
On Friday, a juror was dismissed because she stated during deliberations that if she were able to retrieve a long-forgotten childhood memory, why couldn’t the men who testified in the trial? Bless her, she did the right thing. This juror was prepared to talk to media-types after her dismissal, but in this day and age, there are no media types hanging around the courthouse. She has spoken to the Watchdog bloggers, and her observations give much reason for concern.
There is a deep divide amongst jurors. The individuals who believe Ayres is guilty believe it as strongly as the ones who do not believe in his guilt. Interestingly, the not guilty contingent are all childless young women in their 20s.
The dismissed juror revealed that they’d examined four of the six in-statute cases, and had yet to look at the other two. With the seating of one of the alternates, another male, certainly the complexion of the jury might change, but the naysayers are said to be of closed mind and not willing to listen or negotiate anything.
The dismissed juror was in the guilty camp.
Today (July 21) a juror called in sick.
Now we are left wondering: was this case lost at jury selection?
I did not attend the proceedings until testimony began, but observers at the Watchdog blog report that a jury was seated fairly quickly. As of yet I have not been able to locate/read a copy of the juror questionnaire. I have a feeling it will be very insightful.
Neither side employed a jury consultant.
It has been said there were two nurses and one new-grad attorney on the jury.
Are you as shocked as I am?
This case went quickly; the original timeline had it going to the end of July. However, when one witness backed out at the very last minute (that witness himself had ten counts, and his story was the most horrific, with no question that the abuse had happened. He’d undergone a digital rectal exam.), no doubt that cut off a few days. The defense shaved off a day or so when the decision was made not to call Dr. Marvin Firestone, a personal friend of Dr. Ayres, who was prepared to testify how Dr. Ayres did not fit the profile of a pedophile (stop laughing). Firestone is not an expert on identifying pedophiles. Deputy District Attorney Melissa McKowan promised to bring up a “hypothetical” about the books found in Ayres’ files—books containing nude photos of boys. The books were banned from evidence, but they hypothetical would have asked (paraphrasing): “Would your opinion change if that person was known to have in his possession, but hidden away, books full of photos of nude boys?” Voila, the books would have been in evidence.
Defense attorney Doron Weinberg is no dummy. Adios Dr. Firestone.
Mind you, the questions being asked of the jury are that not difficult; they’ve received a lot of information and to do an honest, good job so they can be at peace with their decision, each victim needs to be evaluated, the decision needs to be made if the juror believes something did happen to the boy, and that something was either lewd & lascivious behavior on a child under the age of 14, or simple battery.
In other words, for each count, the decision options are not guilty (juror doesn’t believe anything happened or the DDA didn’t prove the case beyond a reasonable doubt), guilty of a 288 (a) crime—lewd & lascivious behavior on a child under 14 (nine possible counts), or guilty of simple battery. The process must be repeated for all nine counts.
My readers already know that I utterly believe each of the men who were molested. I remember information from my child development and psychology coursework that children don’t remember or experience things like adults do. I can remember my own childhood and believing that if a grown-up told me to do so, he or she probably had my best interest at heart. Think about your most fond or traumatic memories—do you recall every little detail about the Christmas when you received your first bike? Do you remember a minute-by-minute account of the day your dog was run over in front of you when you were eight years old?
I can imagine what went through the heads of each boy—no doubt each wondered what his penis had to do with what was going on in his brain (I am going to refrain from making jokes here—these boys were not yet old enough to be consumed by the need to listen to his penis, period.), and how strange the exam was nothing like those his pediatrician had done, on a proper exam table, with gowns and drapes and a countertop of medical devices—otoscope, ophthalmoscope, perhaps a hammer for checking reflexes, a tuning fork for hearing checks, and perhaps a nurse in the room. They had to be thinking “No way my parents would have put me into this situation. Or are they that angry with me that they knew this was going to happen?”
For the boys who did vocalize how strange they thought the whole thing was, they were listened to by sympathetic parents who assured their sons that a physical exam was normal. What’s a kid to do when your own parent says what happened to you is normal? So they buried the memory, and once they became adults, of were in what they felt was a safe place mentally or physically, brought the memory out for reflection and concluded that what happened wasn’t cool.
I think what is bothering me most about that small group of naysayer jurors is the coldness in their thinking. They are essentially calling 10 men who sat in front of them, with various degrees of discomfort ranging from crying to being concerned if his real name got out, it could hurt his fledgling business, liars. Wait until they realize there are 41 known victims, and that there has been a civil suit against Ayres that was settled out of court.
They are also calling their supportive parents liars. According to the dismissed juror, one of the naysayers thought it was strange the parents of the now-grown men were waiting in the halls for them, being supportive. Some testified.
Which brings me to a problem I’ve had with this case from day one: the jury has been mishandled in my opinion. The jurors should never have known there were families of the molested men onsite at all. They reported to the hallway outside of Judge Beth Labson Freeman’s courtroom, standing amongst spectators, witnesses, family members, and yes, the defendant and his wife and adult son. They wore no badges identifying them as jurors. God knows what they overheard that first morning of testimony! Think of the possibility of the “sympathy factor” for the defendant, who uses a walker to toodle around the courthouse, yet who was also seen in San Francisco a few weeks back (by a very reliable person), attending an opera with no walker in sight.
It says much toward the devotion of the parents of the boys who attended every day of the trial. Every single day there was at least one parent, usually two, in the galley. Imagine what went through their heads. Even if they weren’t hearing about their own son’s case, they heard enough that was similar to their son’s story.
In every case we’ve heard about, what walked into Dr. Ayres’ office was an adolescent boy, doing things that are normal for adolescent boys to do. Psychiatric or psychological treatment is not contraindicated in these cases, but these boys were not troubled monsters—they were middle or upper middle-class boys going through the uncomfortableness that is adolescence and pre-puberty. What came out was a victim, a kid who had more to work out in his head than he ever did because of his ADD/ADHD, or self-esteem or anger issues.
No matter how many times defense attorney Doron Weinberg said the boys were troubled, “troubled” is a relative term. They were not potheads, or thieves, or animal torturers or sexual deviants. Two may have gone on to have problems with the law, but is that a consequence of the abuse, combined with their ADD/ADHD impulsivity?
I’m sure that in the naysayers group there are individuals who look at Dr. Ayres and sees a very ill (possibly dying) old man who couldn’t possibly be a threat to anyone. That’s certainly true—his complexion is pale with gray undertones, he’s lost weight during the trial itself, and he uses a walker to get around the courthouse.
The doctor’s health issues were put right out there at the beginning of the trial in opening arguments. It’s well known that his health caused at least one of the trial delays. Over the past several years he’s been treated for prostate cancer and also had major surgery for an abdominal aneurysm repair. As a consequence of these treatments, Ayres’ claims his memory is spotty.
Older memories are fairly immune to such bodily insults. I know from personal experience that my memory suffered terribly after undergoing a 9-hour spinal surgery that was supposed to take only four—there were complications. I have a 5-year period of time when the years are all the same and there are things I don’t remember happening that my daughter, then a pre-teen, totally does. I can remember dance routines from when I was a kid, but I can’t remember for sure what year my sister died.
I’ve been told that is a perfectly normal response to a grave bodily assault, including cancer treatment, and especially for a surgery that requires the patient to be on cardiac bypass (abdominal aneurysm repair fits here).
So the “I forgot” defense could have worked for Dr. Ayres if he’d been accused of molesting while he was undergoing those treatments. And he may not have remembered every single time he “examined” a boy—remember, it was not extraordinary to him. Unless a boy screamed or hit or bit him, one exam is as memorable as the next.
Supporters of Ayres’ survivors are all heartsick—we are praying that the jurors who believe Ayres is guilty stick to their resolve, and that if Ayres can’t be convicted because of mistakes made in selecting jurors, that at least a hung jury is the result, with a mistrial of course, but with the opportunity to re-try the case.
I encourage you to catch up at the Watchdog blog. You’ll also have the opportunity to read the text of a solicitation letter that has been sent out via e-mail to Ayres’ “colleagues” in the psychiatric community.
Please stop by and offer the blog owner, Deep Sounding, your support and prayers for some sort of miracle in that jury room.
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