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Everything Charles say about his case, no matter how unbelievable some may find, IS A FACT, All recorded on trial transcripts: thus making it public records as well as available for research for anyone interested, Charles has nothing to hide and from day one he remains an open book.

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DECEMBER 6 1998

 

My 24^th birthday I admitted day, then, as I do now, that I came to Houston, Texas to partake in a drug deal, It was a time I should have been back home in Lafayette,La. Walking through the door of my home, being greeted by the exciting shouts of “surprise” From the surprise birthday party my then girlfriend had arranged for me. Instead I found myself in the midst of several omens that I should of taken heed of. I was being set up for a robbery from the get go.

 

I could bore you and tell you about the off-duty H.P.D officer (who worked for the band of thugs the State would later call Victims) who came to my hotel room pretending that he came as part of a drug sting operation. He has a real police badge, so I let him in. I could tell you that my female friend was humiliated (by law sexually assaulted) when this off-duty police officer stuck his fingers up her vagina looking for drug money, My naivete at that moment still leaves a salty taste in my mouth. He was not a part of any legal drug sting operation. He was sent by the State's victims to steal the cash I had.

 

I have many regrets. I regret putting my female friend through that dewomanizing event, and even though she wanted to testify on my behalf, I was the one who refused to put her on the stand. I had my reasons too. I regret the shame my family and children had to endure for a decade plus still devoted to me and my innocence. I regret that two people did in fact lose their lives and the pain of their loved ones has endured. But let me be perfectly clear, I do not regret being alive. Not then, not now, not ever.

 

I received a call from one of the “alleged victims” (or as the D.A repeatedly called them during trial “his boys”) and he tried to warn me of the crooked cop. Though it was hours after the fact, he assured me he would handle the guy he believed sent the crooked cop to my hotel room and assured me the drug deal was still on.

 

So this is how I found myself on December 6, 1998 at or around 11pm hearing and being asked these resonating words, “Do you want to see the Muther F@#%en Drugs?” I stood there frozen for a split second or two, that felt like a scene of ad infinitum; as the State's victim pulled a gun on me demanding my money. It was four of them (3 guys and one female), and at the time only two of us – myself and the driver (I did not have a vehicle in Houston, I paid him to bring me to the meeting). What ensued next was total chaos. The only thought I had then and still share now was “I do not want to die like this!”

 

Days later I was arresting in La. Where two seasoned H.P.D detectives stormed in to the small interrogating room where I waited. They came with their laptops and other gadgets. They didn't come for a confession, they came to get a “witness statement “ I was offered 20 years if I corroborated with them. So this does not become a novel, what you need to know is that in all nine people were involved. Three of the four men, who later ended up with me, were arrested and released after being held for 72 hours. Just enough time for the state to know whether or not I would become their state's witness, their turncoat, their snitch or their defendant. From day one, I admitted quite candidly what role I played. Perhaps it was my immature arrogance or my lack of understanding of what I was up against. Whatever it was or wasn't I refused to help them.

 

This is the part where the bad cop's threats are overshadowed the good cop's charm. I won't get into the racial slurs or the derogatory barrage that was said to intimidate me or how they called my Mother and used her emotions in an attempt to get me to break. I will never forget nor forgive the things they said and tried to do to me and my family.

 

Before I was arraigned by any judge, before I went to trial on any charge, before I was even found guilty in any court of law, I found myself inside Angola State Penitentiary , EVEN ANGOLA'S ADMINISTRATION WAS PUZZLED AS TO WHO I WAS AND WHAT I WAS DONG THERE “Until we clear this up, we have plenty of room for you. Just make yourself comfortable and try not to get yourself killed in the meantime” the female administrator warned. It was just another intimidating ploy to break me.

 

There was some difficulty at first to get a Harris County Grand Jury to indict me, in the form of 'lack of evidence'. So now I was being the suspect in multiple unsolved drug related murders. Lafayette Parish charged me with a drug related murder that the sole witness said were three Spanish speaking intruders she knew to be Colombians who murdered her friend. SO now I'm from Columbia and I speak perfectly good Spanish. Somehow I did not know I was Colombian nor did I know I could speak Spanish.

 

This of course was just another legalese ploy to show modus operandi. It worked too, because Harris County finally indicted me and as soon as they did all other charges in Louisiana were dismissed.

 

 

JUNE 29TH 1999

I arrived in Houston and booked into the Harris County jail, it was a Tuesday. I saw my State appointed lawyer for the first time on July 20^th, I ignored him because I was then under the impression that my Dad was hiring me an attorney—Didn't happen.. The first time I ever went before a judge was at my July 21^st, 1999 arraignment. My State appointed attorney promised me that he already had a Life sentence on the table for me. I was like “are you serious? How do we go from 20 years to a Life Sentence?.

 

AUGUST 11TH, 1999

I went before the Court again, where I found out I was charged in the death of Mary Carmouche, the sole female. The same Mary Carmouche the police told me they knew I didn't kill, but needed my help in convicting one of the guys who was with me. (evidence collected linked him with her) The State attempted to change the nucleus of the situation, disregarding the facts of the case, altogether. The victims were now called Good Samaritans and I was being charged with robbery, car-jacking kidnapping and a host of other crimes I never knew existed. To understand with clarity why the state championed Mary is to know she was the only one without a criminal record. She was the only one that couldn't be said she had a gun in her possession. All the others did. Their case was set on “an” idea that they could get a conviction out of jury sympathy alone, and they would be proven correct.

 

SEPTEMBER 1, 1999

Jury selection began. Several women mingled with other jurors, then told the court they knew me personally, or knew the victims. They were excused. On September 29^th twelve jury members and an alternate were selected.

 

OCTOBER 4, 1999

My trial began, This was the first time I meet my investigator, a man by the nickname Cowboy. So as witnesses were swearing on the bible to lie as best they could, my investigator was asking me what did I want him to investigate. Are you serous? Really? Don't you think it's a tad bit late?

 

What many found unbelievable was that two of the state's victims each took the stand and told a talk that had never been told before. In fact, they finally told the truth, “We would like to take this time to admit publically that we had been lying from day one, that we (all four) were planning to rob Mamou for his money and kill him if need be” So there you have it folks Read the trial transcripts for yourself. Thats what they said, so all that “Good Samaritan” dress up was B.S They lied to the Media who first said I was a car-jacker. They lied to the police (even though the police knew they were lying, but still had to go along with the initial statements, they lied to the Grand jury who ultimately indicted me with false testimony.

 

The D.A disgustedly stopped the trial. When he returned his strategy was to assassinate my character and choice of life style: drug dealer.

 

I won't sit here and defend my past ignorance that I had never seen as harmful back then, Criminal? Sure. Murderous? No way. Sure using drugs and selling drugs is wrong. I get that, but my life should not be devalued by this infraction. Oliver north was a part of the biggest drug conspiracy ever in the U.S history. He was a part of the problems of how drugs entered this country and entered poor neighborhoods. I didn't see him going to death row, in fact he's doing speaking engagements right now explaining how sorry he was. The last three U.S presidents have all admitted openly to using drugs and they never were tried or convicted for it. Neither of these men were made out to be the scum of the earth, but such rules don't apply to me and others like me I suppose.

 

OCTOBER 12TH, 1999

After 30 minutes of deliberating, I was found guilty. Three days later I received the death sentence. Now just so we can put all this into a legal perspective, professional pundits have said it takes at least eight to twelve months to investigate and prepare for a death penalty case. I had two months and two days to prepare, from the time I saw my state appointed lawyer to a biased jury who found me guilty on hearsay testimony and circumstantial evidence. Is there anyone in America who can say with a straight face that I received a fair trial ?

 

I DID NOT KILL MARY CARMOUCHE, nor did I ever claim to know her intentions on that night. Her partners said they all were in on robbing me. I was the only one ever tried and wrongly convicted in this case as case too which the states witnesses admitted were supposed to rob and kill me. The D.A's inflammatory words towards the alleged victims “His Boys” a term of endearment or just Texas way of rewarding bad behaviour.

 

What is needed is genuine support, legal campaigning and sincere camaraderie in helping me regain my freedom. If I was not innocent and the statements of facts not so, I would not have wasted my time nor yours, explaining the facts of my case, I want to go home, but I can't do it without your help, because clicking heels or boots three times only works in the movies.

 

THIS IS REAL LIFE ---- MY LIFE

Charles “chucky” Mamou 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

STORY SURROUNDING CHARLES CASE