There is no defense against that.

You cannot argue a man was incompetent while he is on a screen in front of you being the sharpest person in the room.

My father had built his entire theft on the premise that quiet meant weak — that his father’s silence was surrender and my silence was defeat.

He had been wrong about both of us, in the same way, for the same reason, and the recording made the wrongness visible to everyone in that courtroom at once.

I did not look at my family while it played.

I looked at my grandfather’s face on the screen, alive again for a few minutes, and I thought: there you are.