Accused murderer sweats it out on the stand
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Waco – As the grueling two hour cross examination of accused
capital murderer Ricky Cummings wore on, the 23 year-old man began to
look more and more bewildered.
His
forthright demeanor weakened, his tone softened until he was barely
audible. Judge Ralph T. Strother reminded him repeatedly to speak
more directly into the microphone in front of his face where sat in
the witness stand.
As
the rapid questions came at him, fired with blazing speed from a
proven prosecutor, a major dude from Big D and Georgetown with a lot
of stuff on the hard ball, a pattern began to emerge, that of a
beleaguered young man in way over his head and trying to bluff his
way past the incisive questions of a seasoned prosecutor.
His
tone and demeanor becoming more and more belligerent as the exchange
wore on, finally, lead prosecutor Michael Jarrett said in acidic
tones of Mr. Cummings' performance after a terrified woman slammed
the apartment door in his face where he had attempted to enter and
finish off the two wounded men, “Like the coward you are, you ran
away.”
He
made no attempt to hide his disgust. He has a resume that includes stints as lead prosecutor in ultra-conservative Dallas and Williamson Counties.
In
a fashion similar to all the other answers to those kind of
penetrating questions, Mr. Cummings said that no, he didn't run away
because he had nothing to run from. He simply was not present when
the shooting took place.
Contrary
to what Mr. Jarrett asked him, said Mr. Cummings, he had no need to
shoot the two wounded men and eliminate any witnesses to the
killings. He simply wasn't there.
In
fact, he hitched a ride to a location a few blocks away with an
acquaintance, and “inadvertently” left his cell phone and pistol
in a large pocket on the back seat of the gang bangers' car when he
alighted. That's when he heard the dozens of reports of rifle and
pistol fire at Lakeside Villas, he testified.
“What's
the single most important tool when you're selling drugs?” the
prosecutor asked. Ricky Cummings couldn't answer. He wasn't selling
drugs. The prosecutor filled in the blanks for him. He told the
jurors it's the cell phone. Next most important, the gun.
Then
he waved the .45 caliber Para Ordnance Wild Hog slim subcompact
stainless steel concealment model ACP pistol in his face. It's just
over $1,000 the copy new – about $500 used.
The
same went for any questions regarding his status as a local chieftain
in a street gang affiliated with the national crime syndicate, the
Bloods, an organization founded in Chicago decades ago.
“Wouldn't
it be disrespectful to say you were a Blood up till now, then say
you're not?” the prosecutor asked him.
No,
that wasn't a problem, for he had never said he is a Blood.
There
is the tattoo that covers his entire back. It's a mural devoted to
the death of his close friend, a “brother” named Emuel Bowers,
III, who perished at the hands of gunmen in a park on Hood Street.
The prosecutor showed a photo of the tattoo on the projector screen
in the court room.
There
are depictions of crime scene tape, a skull wearing ear phones and
the notation “See no evil; hear no evil; speak no evil.”
Mr.
Jarrett asked if that doesn't mean “You'd better not say anything.”
Then
there's a crescent moon and five-pointed star, “Death before
dishonor” - in remembrance of the time he almost joined the
Marines, then backed out - and incidences of the letter “s”
crossed out and replaced with the figure 5 – a national symbol of
the Bloods to commemorate an important date in their founding in May
of a year several decades in the past.
Mr.
Cummings denied it all, but his story was getting weaker and weaker.
Matters
had gone downhill for him from the get go when jurors were handed a
transcript to interpret the lyrics of a brief video made “In loving
memory of” Emuel Bowers, III.
The
lyrics, written by Mr. Cummings' younger brother when he was still in
high school, have such things as “Starch it down, fire it up.”
It's a veiled reference to shooting people, according to the
prosecutor.
Cummings
denied it all.
He
had never heard of an organization called the “Hood Street Boys,”
but he is in a video with his brother that begins with a golf cap
imprinted with their logo doused in an accelerant and lit off with a
match – going up in flames.
In
all questions regarding the video, he said he didn't write the
lyrics, so he doesn't know what they mean.
"Come on!" Mr. Jarrett fairly shouted. "This is about shooting people, isn't it?"
"Come on!" Mr. Jarrett fairly shouted. "This is about shooting people, isn't it?"
Mr Cummings finally admitted saying that, “If I wasn't paying attention, I
would think someone in that car was trying to hurt me” when the
Mercury Marquis, the car in which the young men were sitting when
they were shot, swerved in the parking lot of Lakeside Villas where
he was walking, as if to clip him as it passed.
With
each question and answer, the prosecutor put more evidence in the
minds of the jurors that will place Ricky Cummings on the scene of
the fatal shootings.
“What
you're doing is you're trying to build an alibi, aren't you?” Mr.
Jarrett asked him.
He
doesn't need an alibi. He was not there, said Ricky Cummings, though
three women said he was there. They saw him. One of them, a terrified
woman wounded by a stray bullet that penetrated the wall of her
apartment and grazed her leg, said she stood terrified and watched as Mr. Cummings tried to clear a
“stove pipe” round in the expensive .45 Mr. Jarrett referred to
as “The gun you fell in love with.”
But
Ricky Cummings said he does not need an alibi.
And then the defense rested.
And then the defense rested.
Closing
arguments begin tomorrow on the third floor of the McLennan County
Courthouse in 19th Criminal District Court. All spectators
who are not seated will be barred from the entire floor. No cell
phones will be allowed, according to a ruling from Judge Strother.
What jurors saw in the video...
What jurors saw in the video...
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