‘So glad it’s over’ Bit onthe side!
C arl, 47, says, ‘I just did what any man would to protect his family, yet was made to feel like a criminal and faced prison. ‘I feel sorry for Hendry, living the life he is, but I don’t condone what he did. The system is flawed, and it’s been 11 months
family’s lives were in tatters.
Then things went from bad to worse.
When Carl appeared at Doncaster Magistrates Court, the charge against him was increased from ABH to wounding!
Wounding carries a jail sentence of three years to life. ‘I can’t believe it!’ I gasped. I’d never sobbed so much. A trial date was set and, over the next months, the stress took its toll.
Carl couldn’t concentrate, made mistakes in his job as a railway-safety manager. His boss had no choice but to let him go.
And my wage barely covered the mortgage.
We ploughed through our savings but knew that, if Carl was jailed, we’d lose everything.
‘I’ll have made my family homeless!’ Carl wept.
My strong husband was crumbling before my eyes.
Finally, last November, Carl appeared at Sheffield Crown Court.
He pleaded not guilty to wounding.
The prosecution claimed that Carl acted in anger. That he blamed Hendry for the burglary four years earlier and violently attacked him with the lump hammer in revenge.
But Carl’s lawyer explained that Hendry had told Carl to, ‘f*ck off before I stab you’.
He said that Carl was acting in self defence.
Hendry had suffered a minor cut above his eye and a few scratches, clearly not caused by blows from a hammer.
As the jury retired, I gripped Carl’s hand.
And, within just 30 minutes, they’d reached their decision. ‘Not guilty,’ the foreman said. I crumpled with relief, crying. Outside, I wrapped my arms around Carl, hugged him.
Now, we’re trying to rebuild our lives.
But I’ll never forgive Hendry for what he put our whole family through.
And I blame the justice system, too.
Victims should be protected – not punished.
Carl only did what any husband and father would’ve done for his family.
Yet he could’ve ended up in prison.
How can that be right?
As the jury retired, I gripped Carl’s hand...