Pat Donahue was on the phone, incredulous not for the first time in this sordid, relentless mess.
“So what you’re telling me,” she said, “is that John Connolly is getting off on a technicality, that he is probably going to get out of prison because of the statute of limitations?”
Thanks to a 2-to-1 decision by the Third District Court of Appeal for the state of Florida, John Connolly’s second-degree murder conviction was thrown out, not because he was innocent, but because he didn’t get caught soon enough.
Just another Kafkaesque moment in the never-ending scandal that was the Faustian embrace of Whitey Bulger by the FBI.
One can forgive Donahue’s incredulity, her being utterly perplexed, frustrated, and sick to her stomach. Because it was on those same statute of limitations grounds, on an identical 2-to-1 vote by a federal appeals court in Boston, that Pat Donahue and her three sons were told to go pound sand when they tried to hold the FBI and the Justice Department accountable.