507 Quotes About Immigration

She looks around and decides no one saw her stab Blackwell. She concocts the defense, invents the biker dude, calls 9-1-1, and waits there for the police. It’s a nice little end-around to confuse us into thinking she’s innocent, no?

Was she a cold-blooded killer or an innocent patsy in another man’s crime? The two men were in vastly different places on the confusing subject of Arya Khan.

It’s the times, Joey. Muslims are guilty of everything these days, even the destruction of our own place of worship, the center of our community. I cannot explain it, this prejudice and hatred. The jihadists have brought some of this upon us, but non-Muslims are just as guilty when they paint an entire society with such a broad brush.

He is very persuasive, this Zachary Blake. I like him. He will do an excellent job for Arya. And he wants to do this. My pride is one thing. My daughter is EVERYTHING . . .

I like this man. He is honorable, he loves his daughter and his family, and, besides, he probably voted for Goodman. My kind of guy . . .

You admitted she requested an attorney. I’m here. I’m her attorney. She’s entitled to counsel. I want to see her. Don’t make me demand to see her. Don’t make me go over your head. And, for heaven’s sake, don’t make me go to a judge. It will not be pretty.

In an actual criminal trial, before a judge or jury, the standard of proof is beyond a reasonable doubt. In the grand jury proceeding, no one on the defense side is present to hold the prosecutor’s feet to the fire. And, because of the absence of defense arguments, grand juries almost always return an indictment. When prosecutors bring cases to grand juries, they are looking for a rubber stamp.

When did the girl get to the Blackwell house and what did she see? Can she identify me? I may have to get rid of her, too. Who cares if one more camel jockey meets her Maker? After all, they’re blowing themselves up to go to paradise, anyway.

The rider was a distance away, but Arya could make out the beat-up leather jacket and grey hair spouting out all sides of the man’s helmet. A cold chill went through her body. No one else noticed the sound or the man. For no particular reason, she decided to keep this sighting to herself, and continued walking with Zack and her parents. Perhaps later, she’d confide in Zack. Was this the guy? Is he watching me?