I’m of an age when I can feel nostalgic about murder trials. I remember the Amanda Knox case vaguely. It was 2007 and I was finishing a PhD – and out of the corner of my eye was this story on TV of an American girl and her boyfriend facing life for the murder in Italy of her roommate, Meredith Kercher, which she denied.
Knox was pretty. She had cold blue eyes and laughed a little too much for someone in mourning. The Italian prosecutors concluded that she must have initiated a sex game that turned violent. A court gave her 26 years.
