Tomorrow, Thursday December 6th 2012, marks the first day of trial for Juan Cruz…for the murder of Rosie Marie Woolwine, stemming back to June 18th, 1989. It’s been a long time coming but we have to believe that this is the way it was supposed to happen. If he were sentenced back in 1989, he would be free by now; a very scary thought.
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You may also show up to the court house, Frank Murphy Hall of Justice, downtown Detroit. Please be there by 9:00 am. Court will go on until 1:00 pm every day until enough witnesses are called, and as long as the jury will need to make their decision. The court room may be full, so please be prepared to wait in the hallway if necessary (those of us who may have to testify may only be able to stand in the hallway also). Please wear purple for Rosie if you can or cannot make it to court
(NO references to the victim are allowed within the court room so please DO NOT WEAR ROSIE T-SHIRTS INSIDE THE COURTROOM!!).
Post about this on your feeds, and feel free to speak publicly about this tragedy. The worst thing that could happen is this case be swept under the rug, when so many have so much to learn from all of this. This is a great time to have conversations with your families about Domestic Violence and the dangers of co-dependencies. Spread love and teachings of compassion. Keep Rosie alive.Thank you endlessly for your support and sticking by our sides throughout all of this. We hope to discover a new era in our lives, where the memory of Rosie, my beautiful mother, will not be over shadowed by the actions of an evil and callous man. He will no longer dictate our emotions. I know nothing will ever fully bring closure, but this will be one sweet victory to the City of Detroit and a life-changing event for those of us who were touched by the amazing spirit of Rosie. We may never know why, and I truly do not care why he did this, but I savor the day I will witness Juan Cruz’s facial expression as he is sentenced to rot in a cell in contemplation of the final moments of my mother’s life…until his last breath.