those of you who’ve already contacted the governor of Florida to request a pardon for Michael Hogan. To the rest of you, I’m begging you to write a simple letter on paper—not just e-mail—and send it to the governor’s office. At the very least, it will get his attention and make him consider Michael’s case.
The man is a hero. He has spent his life fighting crime and locking up bad guys, and now he lives among those he helped put away. Everyone who watched Leonard Miller’s trial two and a half years ago knows that Michael didn’t deliberately lie during his testimony. He didn’t suppress evidence. He forgot the affidavit a woman with dementia had signed, describing someone other than Leonard Miller as the one who’d shot Joe. Michael realized that she wasn’t reliable; every other witness identified Miller without hesitation.
Forgive me for rehashing this, but my newer Cat’s Curious readers may not know the details of the case. When the defense attorney called the mistaken woman’s daughter to the stand, Michael didn’t even remember meeting her. She testified that Michael hadn’t followed through on her mother’s affidavit, thereby effectively refuting Michael’s claim under oath that he’d never in his life suppressed evidence.
Because of the woman’s testimony and the defense attorney’s focus on this, the jury had reasonable doubt about the police department’s integrity and found Leonard Miller not guilty. After the trial, Michael was convicted of lying under oath. He lost his job at the police department since, as a convicted felon, he could no longer carry a weapon.
Needless to say, Miller went on to kill and kidnap others as he climbed the ladder of his deadly drug-trafficking ring. When Michael Hogan later took up arms to save my sister Juliet and her children from Miller’s murderous cruelty, he violated probation. Michael pled guilty and took the sentence without hesitation or regret, even though I begged him to fight it. His marriage proposal to me came as they hauled him off to jail.
Again, a cold-blooded, brutal bottom dweller escapedjustice, while a hero is in jail. And they wonder why I lost faith in the justice system and quit practicing law.
If there was ever a man who was wrongfully incarcerated, it’s Michael Hogan. If there’s ever been a man who deserves not just freedom, but a complete pardon, it’s Michael.
Please take fifteen minutes to draft a letter to the governor, begging him to offer that pardon. You don’t have to be from Florida to do it. Just add your voice to all the other voices, and let’s get Michael free.
Curious Cat
She sat back in her chair and closed her eyes. Would this even work? She had accumulated over two million readers since she’d devoted herself to investigative blogging, enough that big advertisers sought her out to buy ad space on her site. If only a fraction of those readers responded and wrote a letter, surely it would get the governor’s attention.
But Governor Larimore was known to eschew his pardoning powers. During his campaign, he complained often about the number of pardons the previous governor had granted—some to convicted murderers and rapists. Larimore’s vow to not grant a single pardon was one of the reasons he’d won the governor’s seat.
Was getting him to make an exception even possible?
Anxiety ebbed in her again, and she looked down at the photo album the florist had given her. She was supposed to be picking out the colors she wanted, the kind of flowers, the shape of the bouquet, but she couldn’t think about any of that when Michael was in jail. His release nine months from now seemed so far away.
Her computer pinged as readers commented on the blogshe’d just posted—pledges from readers to write that letter. She hoped she could fill up the governor’s mail room.
She checked her watch. Almost time to visit Michael. She wouldn’t be able to use her attorney privileges to get into the same room