A note to listeners before we begin. Today's story deals with violence against a
transgender individual, as well as transphobic behavior and language from some characters which may
be triggering. These are for the purposes of historical accuracy and do not reflect
mine the caste or the crew's opinions. Listener discretion is advised. As a
writer and researcher, I put as much thought as possible into every character of
every script. Am I being fair to this person? Would they have said
something to this effect or behaved in this particular way if they were hearing my
retelling of their story, would they say? What the fuck were you reading?
Or whole Skylar, It's almost like you were there. I truly hope
the latter. Back when I was planning out this season with the high hopes
that my husband and I could juggle working full time, planning a wedding,
honeymooning, and creating the best true crime podcast the Side of the Mississippi,
I knew I wanted to dedicate our June episodes to stories about the LGBTQ plus
community. After all, that is the one month where I get a full
thirty days to force my sexual orientation onto society. So we all become gay,
right sarcasm that is dripping with sarcasm. Please don't clutch your parls too
closely. Well, here we are now October or maybe even Christmas by the
time this airs, who knows, Pride Month is over. But I still
want to share with you stories of my community because they're so important. Never
in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine having to use these stories to fight
the Supreme Court. I mean, hello, you helped band abortions on everyone,
including children, and now you're planning on making my marriage illegal. Remembering
season one when I talked about the Dudler of San Francisco and how back then
it was illegal to have gay sex between two consenting adults and just how absurd
that seemed. Yeah, well we might just be back to that point,
baby, seriously, just as Clarence Thomas can sit on a prickly cactus and
spin, I mean, he'd probably like it. Of course, as usual,
I'm getting off topic, right, history and making its subjects proud.
When thinking about today's protagonist, Angie Zapata, I was conflicted about how I
wanted to portray her. I mean, she lived very much as a woman,
using she her pronouns and not her birth name. Angie was all woman.
I considered an approach like The Share Show, which was a musical I
was privileged enough to see back in twenty nineteen, they bypass SHARE's son,
Chaz, being born biologically female. So do I do that with Angie?
Make her Angie from birth out of respect? And then I thought about the
whole point of why I'm doing this story. Transgender individuals were once not considered
a group protected under hate crime laws. Angie being born male is incredibly important
to the story because she is transgender. Today's story, as she'll soon here,
begins with Angie's childhood. I'm using her dead name and he him pronounced,
and I want it to be super clear that this is not out of
disrespect to Angie or members of the trans community. I'm telling her story and
I want it to be as accurate as possible from beginning to end, and
show why it's still so incredibly relevant to our lives today in twenty twenty two
and beyond. Welcome to the Original Dead Time Stories, a podcast where I
Skyler Baston now Jones go beyond the crime to investigate human psychology and history.
So maybe we don't make the same mistakes of our ancestors. If you're enjoying
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now on with the show, or should I say, on with the miss
us Latina pageant. The crowd is eating up all of the gorgeous dresses of
these flawlessly faced women to stand before the judges, holding hands, smiles brightening
their faces as tears slowly roll down their cheeks. Just how does that makeup
manage to stay in place? The MC takes the microphone envelope in hand.
Okay, okay, I think we're all ready to see who are next?
Miss you? What latiner? Before I announced the winner, remember this,
I will only read the winner's name. The name not called is the first
runner up, which is still a very important role. Should our winner not
be able to perform her duties, the first runner up will step in now,
Miss you Slatina nineteen ninety nine is Miss Justin Zippota from Fort Laftoncato.
Thank you, thank you. It's just an honor to be here. Really,
ten year old Justin Zipota paraded through his mother's living room, grinning as
he pushed the long blue towel back from his forehead. How do I get
my hair so long and silky? Simple? I used Aquanette, the Brandon
Queen's Justin Amho, what are you doing with that towel on your head?
I just washed it and my high heels. My baby, you're gonna hurt
yourself. Sorry. Mom, here's the towel. It's not really dirty glass.
Yes, what are you doing in here? And what was that about?
Miss Latina America? Miss us Latina? Mom? That's what I want
to be when I grow up. I see PRINCESSA. Well you cong grace
us with that some other day. Today, Rochelle's outside and she wants you
to go out and play a fueta being. Yeah, mik us on,
make sure you're back before it's dark. Please I will. Maria picked up
the blue towel and slowly folded it, shaking her head. She wasn't mad
at her son, quite the contrary, he mevia mevia the world is not
as kind as we wanted to be. Young, Justin grew up his desire
to be miss Us Latina, never fading by the time he was in middle
school, he knew he was different than the other guys in his class.
He'd come out to Rochelle telling her that he liked boys, and she had
absolutely no problem with this. On one particular afternoon, the two found themselves
that their usual hangout TJ's, the local convenience store. Jess, you absolutely
are not allowed to like Nick. I'm in love with Nick. Girl.
Nick. Would it give you the time of day if you were cheer captain?
Okay, maybe not, But Jess, he's not gay. It's nothing
against you. But like, you can't just turn a straight guy like bat
Well, it wouldn't really be me. He'd be dating. What do you
mean, I don't like that look in your eye. I've been wanting to
tell you this for a while, but oh no. Justin glanced at the
end of the aisle, where two girls clad in low rise jeans and unbuttoned
polo sporting the Appercrombie and Fitch logo leered back at him. Oh look,
Jessica, there's that queer boy. Quick put your snack of Rooney's back.
I don't want to catch what she has. Come on, let's get out
of here. Wait, are those the girls you said? We're real caddy
with you in third period? Yeah? Oh hell no, Hey, Rochelle
reached into her purse and hurled a tube of lip gloss at them. Oh
what is wrong with you? You? I hear y'all a real bitch to
my boy Justin, and I ain't gonna have it. You got a problem
with the facty gay? Please? Baby? The only gross thing he is
you're showing up your time to tittis to the whole football team and letting them
take turns finger and you'll pussy out the practice. What who? Even?
All the girls from your church camp tell me they call you lunch meet Lindsay,
and that's the only thing gross and tjs as if let's get out of
here, Lindsay, we don't shop with freaks. And for the record,
the girls at church start rumors about me because I'm the best in the choir.
Let's go, Jessica. How'd you know she goes to church? I
don't. I just saw red and spat out whatever mean thing I could.
I guess she really is making a touchdown with the jocks. Thanks, Rochelle,
that was real cool. Don't mention it. Now, let's get out
nachos and oh Yeah, what were you saying about Nick not dating you?
Well, when we go back to your house, I want to show you
something, but you have to promise not to wear it out. Okay with
you never now? Give me those ships. When they got to Rochelle's house,
Justin immediately made a bee line for the bathroom and locked himself inside.
Rochelle pranced impatiently in the hallway over the course of an hour, having finished
her nachos and diet coke, and moving on to Justin's portion. Jess,
hurry up, what could you possibly be doing it? Okay, okay,
hang on. When the door opened up, it revealed a totally transformed Justin.
His face was caked with makeup, eyelashes coated with mascara, and his
longer hair carefully straightened with little curls at the end. Gone where the boys
clothes his mother had bought, and instead appeared jeans and a nicely fit shirt
from the ladies department, stuffed in the chest with a few pairs of socks.
Well, what do you think? Oh my god, Jess, you're
damn it. You had it than me. I mean, my boobs aren't
nicer than yours, at least of course they are. You get to you
sucks. God, Justin, I can't believe. And that's another thing.
I'm not Justin. I'm Angie. Doesn't that just sound so sexy with a
Mexican accent? Angelica, Angie, it is? Oh my god, what
did your mom say? Oh? Your brother? Oh? I about Justin
has loved it. I haven't actually told them yet, Jess. Angie,
you gotta tell them. This is real important. They love you, so
they'll be okay with it. God, I hope, so, I really
really hope. So I let you guys who wants popcorn? Angie had decided
that tonight was going to be the night. Rochelle was right. Her family
loved her. They wouldn't care if she told them the truth. And what
better time to come out than when you're sitting around telling secrets with your whole
family on girls' night. Pass me the popcorn, mamma, here you go
me a hell all right, chees mosas let's continue playing Super Secret time Ashley
Europe. Okay, well, don't call me an angel anymore, mamma,
because I'm not a virgin. Yo, Ashley, Oh we all do that.
You've always been boy crazy. It was only a matter of time before
you got laid. How big was his thing? I nan, Yes,
let's not make this vulgar. Sorry, Mop, but Justin's right, it's
a valid question. One look for Maria was all it took for her other
daughter, Stephanie, to know it was time to pipe down. Yes,
okay, I know what am I gonna do with you? Hey? Mom,
you're the one who agreed to play cc CCC. Okay, Stephanie,
your turn, but please don't make it sexual. I won't, but I
hope you still love me. See, I'm not as boy crazy as Ashley
because I'm a lesbian. You mad never, my sweet girl. A mother
always loves her children, and a mother always knows when her child is homosexual.
Okay, Justin your turn. Angie looked between her mother and her siblings,
her palm sweating, and the popcorn threatening to come back up. Well,
Mamma, it's kind of like Stephanie. I like boys a lot.
Done will love you so much more because of that, Justin. That's just
it, though. I like boys, but I'm not a boy. I've
always felt like a woman. Justin. When you were in second grade,
your teacher told me that you went to the girl's restroom at school? Is
this why? Yes, mamma. I didn't want to peek at them or
anything. I was just supposed to be in there. Does anyone want any
more popcorn? I'll go mix some more. Yo, mom, you can't
treat Justin like that. He was so brave. I see, Stephanie.
I do not have a problem with Justin wanting to be a woman. It's
the world that will. That teacher called me into her school and do you
know what she said, No, ma'am. She said it was disgusting that
a boy should think he belongs in a girl's bathroom. People would think,
my sweet baby boy, he's my bottle. And that's why I'm crying.
Mama, here's my beautiful girl. Oh sorry, I wanted to wash the
bawl out before we put more popcorn in it. I'll go check on Ashley.
Mama. I don't want you to be upset. No, me vida,
But you don't like the clothes I buy you or the way I nag
about keeping your hair so short? Do you No? I wanted to make
you happy, but those things aren't me, Mama. I hate my carpenter
jeans and ball haircut. I want my hair to flow and wear makeup like
Ashley and walking high el And I was afraid to tell you, oh miha,
no care. I didn't want to put you in those feminine clothes picked
out because the world is not kind to gay little boys and surely will not
be kind to a boy who wants to be a girl. I don't want
to be a girl, mamma. I am a girl, I know.
But the world, this town, they don't see things like you do,
like we do. I come from Mexico, where they teach you a man
is a man and a woman is a woman. But I am a mother
that loves her children no matter what. So Justin, if you want to
be Justine, I will love you just as much. Now let's go back
and start that movie. Huh Justine, Actually, mamma, it's Angie and
Jacca's bada. Maria allowed herself a smile, of course, Come on,
Angie, let's go watch the movie with your sisters. So, Stephanie,
your brother Justin really lived like that? You mean my sister? Yeah,
Angie lived as a woman. No, no, now we're talking about Justin.
Freeze frame on this awful lady's face. She is Annette Condelius. You
remember Professor Umbradge from Harry Potter. Yeah, these two would get along.
Oh so well, it's now April sixteenth, two thousand and nine, several
years after Angie announced she was trans, and nine months after her sister Monica
entered an apartment to find Angie's battered, bloody body covered in a blanket.
Annette was one of the defense lawyers in the case who decided to use he
hymn pronouns and the dead named Justin any chanced he got. I can't help
but assume that she doesn't believe being trans is real. Okay, and Unfreeze,
Yes, we're talking about Angie. Sure, so your brother Justin.
He didn't let people know he wasn't really a woman. No, Angie was
pretty open about that. She often told guys right away. And these guys
he told, how did he meet them? I think she usually met them
on sites like Moco Space. Freeze again, sorry, I had no idea
what Mocho Space was, and surprisingly it seems to still exist today. Basically,
it's a rip off of my Space, where users could send pictures and
step messages e cards. You get the idea and resume the tape and here
it is. Oh, mgee, Angie, girl, this is the key
utest a little apartment. I know, right. Mama was so nervous about
me moving to Greeley, and even though I told her I'd be fine,
she got her own spot a few walks away. Oh, she loved you
so much. She really does. Sit down, I'll give you something to
drink. Rochelle plopped onto Angie's less than comfortable foot on and looked around the
petite, white wall department with a smile. After constant harassment in high school
and lack of support from the staff, Angie dropped out and moved to the
quiet, fairly conservative town of Greeley, Colorado. Hope water is okay because
that's all I got. It's perfect, okay, So tell me everything.
Girl. It is tough. I gotta get my cosmetology license if I want
to go somewhere. But shit, you need money to live. I've been
babysitting my nieces and nephew, but my sister can't pay all my bills.
What are you gonna do? I mean, I'm beautiful, so I might
as well put myself to work. You mean, like prostitution. Girls gotta
do? What a girl's gotta do, Angie, it's not that serious.
Look at this guy I've been talking to on mucal space, this one with
all the nasty ass tattoos, Angie, No, you can do so much
better, girl. I know. But he's kind of cute in a trashyway.
We've been flirting back and forth, and I think he's gonna come over
for a few days. Mama just needs to give him some kisses. Telling
me it's pretty borrow some money for gas, and I never talk to him
again. Angie. It says he's over thirty years old. He's ancient.
Thirty one is not ancient. It is when you're eighteen. What it's legal?
I promise I'll be okay. I just get the cash, have a
little fun. Nobody gets hurt. Oh thank god it's him. I have
to take this. I'll see you, sir. Just be careful please,
I will okay, Bye, Allen. Our story will continue after a few
brief messages. M And now back to the story. Hey, baby,
Ellen, Yeah, sure, it's cool if I stay here a few days.
Obviously, I know he just met, So I sleep on the foodton
and you can sleep in my bed. Cool? Should we go or all
right the courthouse? Are you really really really sure you don't mind coming with
me? Heck no, babe. All my girls have gone with me,
so I can go with them. M What would I do while you're out?
Make out on myself? Okay, great, let's go. Hey,
Justin, haven't seen you here in a while. Where's your sisters? And
bah? This nk Barbie. This is Ellen and Drade, my handsome new
man friends. Allen. This is Barbie, my beautiful slave to the government.
Oh, it ain't that bad, and it's nice to meet you.
Pumpkin. You know the drill sign in here? Please wait a second government
name. Sorry, but rules are rules, right? Sorry? Thank you,
sugar. Hope to not see y'all back here again. The defense team
is not correct, Ladies and gentlemen. This is Brandy Nieto, the kind,
wonderful pronoun proper prosecuting attorney, and yes I am biased. She paced
before the jury, ready to fight for an This was not a snap decision.
The defendant knew for approximately thirty six hours that Angie was biologically male.
The day before she was murdered, the court heard the case of Greeley versus
Justin Zapata and mister Androde was right there with her. The court staff knew
Angie was trans and when she came she was usually with one of her sisters.
Seeing a man with her, this man right here, in fact,
set the office into a tizzy of gossip. None of them is going to
point to Alan Androtte and say that's the man that was here. I'm speaking
miss Condelius, and actually we have women who are ready to testify your client
was there. But we'll get to that when the time comes. For now,
let's talk more about what mister Andrade did with Angie after court. Oh
oh yeah, maybe just like that, but use your tongue a little fuck.
Look at me more coming. Oh ah, you like that, babe.
Heck, you're better than other girls. I fucked. Thanks. Yeah,
I got a question about yesterday. Oh shit, hold up that baby.
I gotta go watch one because kids, I'll be back later. We
can order Chinese or something. Okay. Bye. It was the third day
of Alan crashing at Angie's apartment and something wasn't sitting right with him. He
waited for the sound of his new girl's pet cruiser to drive off into the
distance before getting off the couch and perusing the home. Damn got so many
fucking photos. He bit down on one of his fingernails as he leaned in
closer to a family portrait on the wall. As he chewed the nail off,
he counted the number of women. Mom, three sisters, Oh,
brother, who fox? This ugly boy? Oh shit, hey justin haven't
seen you here in a while? Where's your sisters? And bah? This
song? Oh fuck no, this pitch is a dude. A dude fucking
suck my cock. It fucking violated me that queer. Enraged with this new
realization, Alan crashed on the couch and waited. We don't know what he
did for the rest of the day as he's kept those details close to his
chest, but eventually Angie returned, Hey baby, oh those kids wear Oh
are you a dude? What a man? A guy, a boy,
a queer? All these picks got to do a dinnim. Angie smiled at
Alan. I am all woman. Let me see this. Hey. Alan
forcefully grabbed Angie, holding her in place by the neck with one hand as
the other squeezed the place her legs met. Feeling what he suspected, Alan
shoved Angie to the ground. The fucking christ you are a dude. You
got a fucking dick man, Baby, I stay on the ground, you
fucking free. With a shriek, Angie was pushed away as Alan punched her
over and over, screaming obscenities the whole time. Eventually, Angie fell to
the ground with a gasp. She cowered, holding her hands over her head.
Fucking animal, you fucking monster. Alan looked around, unable to control
his anger. His eyes locked onto a fire extinguisher and he ripped it off
the wall, smashing it into Angie's skull, not once, but twice.
Great man, Now I gotta fucking clean this place up. Fucking bullshit,
fucking bullshit. So I'm fucking queer coming hand. Now, I gotta fucking
deal with all this shit. Fucking bullshit. It's fucking stupid, bullshit,
fucking idiot what Alan turned to see Angie groggy, sitting up, holding her
head and trying to get her vision to focus. Are you fucking serious?
Stay down? With one final bash of the red fire extinguisher to her skull,
Angie was down for the count. Alan shook his head and covered the
woman with a blanket, letting the blood soak into it while he grabbed her
car keys and purse and exited stage Right. Back at the trial, Detective
Greg Thorpe sat confidently on the witness stand before Brandy Nieto. Angie's sister,
Monico was the one who found her pulverized body and reported it to the police.
When they were searching the apartment for clues, Monica told them Angie often
borrowed her pet Cruiser, which was now missing. They assumed whoever stole that
car also stole Angie's life, and you found the car, yes, ma'am.
Two weeks after Angie was found dead, we received a noise complaint in
Thornton. I'm gonna move a bar just like all right, budd Come on,
turn the music off and show me your hands. Drinking and driving,
huh? Not a good move, buddy. As soon as he saw me,
he reached under his seat like he was going for a gun or something.
Freeze, keep those hands where I can see him. Sorry. That
vehicles the one missing from the pot up mark. Careful how you approach him.
He didn't put up a fight. We got him handcuffed and in our
possession shortly after arrival. Good morning, Sunshine, I got a few questions
for you. Let me show you a picture of somebody here. Do you
know that individual? You've never seen that picture? No, not at all.
Okay, let's talk about that PT cruiser. It's not yours, is
it? Nope? Do you know who it belongs to? Nah? I
kind of got it through bad luck. You know, I was walking around
the neighborhood and I mean not really in my neighborhood, and like I got
a bad habit from you know, when I was younger looking at vehicles,
you know, bad habit. Anyway, I do that come across the keys
and dumb, dumb ask me figured, Oh, you know, it's a
cool little ride for two three days, has guys in it, So I
take it. I see, well, that person's photo I showed you it
was her car and she was found dead on July seventeenth. Oh damn.
And we also know you use Moco space to talk with women. Incidentally,
that individual's phone number popped up several times on your phone, and I know
you spent time with this person because you stopped messaging a few days before the
body was found. Are you guys are gonna blame it on me? Men?
While this woman you were talking to Angie. Her family says she was
born justin We think you killed her because she was deceiving you, tricking you
into thinking she was something she wasn't, using you as a piece in her
game. I just want to say I don't have a problem with Angie being
trans This was my interrogation tactic, make him admit Angie was deceiving him.
Meg Allan think I was on his side. I pressed on, I think
something happened to your brother. Yeah, I'm done. Although there was more
to the interrogation video, it was ruled not admissible in court. After Alan
had told them he was done, Greg kept pressing until Alan finally confessed that
he murdered Angie. However, Alan telling them that he was done was seen
as him invoking his right to remain silent. This was fine with the prosecution,
though, because they had two of Alan's ex girlfriends to bring to the
stand. Thank you, Miss Tyree. So, ladies and gentlemen, through
Miss Tyree's calls with mister Andrade, we learned that he killed someone. Ain't
no going back now. I mean, it's not like I just went up
to a school teacher and shot her in the head. Or a law abiding
straight citizen. As mister Andrade said, Remember, ladies and gentlemen, we're
here to not only prove that mister Andrada murdered Angie Zapata, but this this
was a hate crime against a transgender woman. To further prove this hatred,
I'd like to bring Miss Felicia Mendoza to the stand. Please, Hello,
miss Mendoza, can you tell us about your calls with mister Andrade. Yeah,
I didn't like, no, I'd killed no one yet. I was
just like more confused than anything. And I can just talk to him through
my phone. Yes, but remember these calls are recorded, right, babe,
what are you doing here? I missed you so daying much. It
was a mistake, I totally you know when it happened. It happened,
Would you do somebody? Somebody died? Who died? When I wasn't talking
to you, I started trying to meet people and I met this person,
this female. I thought it was a female, and then I found out
on a meeting that it wasn't and I I just snapped, I swear,
did you kill some money? I can't say that we're on the phone.
You're gonna be gone forever and like you didn't realize that, Like, like
I understand you about mad, you fucking snap, But when you're doing that,
like, why couldn't you just suck it up in just like a minute
and just fucking leave, Like after you fucking realize that you why couldn't you
just think of me? Like when you're doing that, I don't know that
happens to freaking fast and so hard. I could have stopped. I swear,
well, you know, all people are like talking about you. Erica's
man kind of got me mad yesterday because he was like, what's up with
your boyfriend? And I was like, what, Erica's man, my best
friend's boyfriend. We'll tell him. I'll kill him too. Shut up,
baby, don't say that. Damn it. My phone's all dying. Your
phone's always dying. It's gay. I'll go charget. Gay things need to
die. Gay things need to die. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
Those words make it clear that Alan Androde did not like members of the LGBT
community. This is about an unreasonable and deep seated anger. Mister Androde unleashed
on Angie Zapata on July sixteenth because she was a transgender woman or transgender girl
because she was only eighteen years old. Mister Andrade had time to think about
this, between hearing the clerks call Angie Justin to spending an afternoon piecing together
that Angie had childhood photos of herself as a man. He could have left,
but instead chose to stay in the apartment, confront Angie and kill her.
Flora's yours, Miss Condelius, Ladies and gentlemen. I underst stand the
case of Justin's about him maybe confusing and difficult to wrap your head around.
The prosecution has not made it clear what mister Androwde's intent was if he had
killed Justin. Was it because Justin was choosing to be a woman, or
was it because he lied to Allen and those comments in prison, Those were
not homophobic remarks. It was mister androw Day's way of joking with his girlfriend
about the fact that he was in jail for something he didn't do. I
think it's important for everyone to know mister Androwde is not some kind of monster
as some have portrayed. He is a good person and has feelings and he
does care. He does have a lot of people who care about him and
he does care about them as well. Please remember that as you deliberate,
and I urge all of you to consider a lesser charge for this man,
spare him life in prison. The jury quietly filed out to deliberate. Brandy's
palms moistened as she began to worry whether her team had done enough to show
the jury that this was a hate crime. Up until this point, it
seems there had only been one instance an attorney attempted to file their transgender clients
murder as a hate crime, the two thousand and two murder of Gwen Arajo
in California. Attempted to make her murderers guilty of a hate crime, but
although they were found guilty of murder, the jury decided it was not a
hate crime. For Angie and Colorado. If this jury decided that Alan was
guilty of the murder and it was deemed a bias motivated crime, history would
be made. Your honor. We either jury found mister Allan and Dry guilty
for first degree murder, aggravated motor vehicle theft, identity theft he had used
Angie's credit cards to pay for gas multiple times, and bias motivated crime.
Thank you mister Andrade, for first degree murder, I have to give you
a mandatory sentence of life in prison. But as you know, the prosecution
earlier filed habitual criminal charges against you. This was just in case the jury
found him guilty of a lesser crime than first degree murder. The prosecuting attorneys
knew that habitual criminal charges would quadruple alan sentence. If they couldn't get him
life, they could come pretty darmed close. Looking at your records, it
is clear to me that you are a habitual criminal, which means for identity
theft twenty four years, vehicle theft twenty four years, hate crime charges twelve
years. For those counting, that's an additional sixty years. Angie's story is
an extremely important one for us to tell, since this was the first time
the murder of a transgender victim was considered a hate crime. As I'm writing
this, it's July of twenty twenty two. Abortion has been turned over to
the states to decide if they want to ban it or not, and our
super Christian Supreme Court wants to consider marriage equality this upcoming fall. Now,
I don't know what the future holds. I hope to God that it's nothing
but good things, but right now it all feels really negative. Right after
Angie's case in October of two thousand and nine, then President Obama signed the
Matthew Shepherd Act into law, which recognized gender, sexual orientation, and gender
identity to federal hate crime laws. This bipartisan bill passed Congress in two thousand
and seven, but then President George W. Bush threatened to veto it if
it passed, and the law was dropped. Growing up with a super right
wing Republican mama, I didn't understand why people thought Georgie Porgie was incompetent.
I get it now. At that time, groups like Focus on the Family
were basically saying that hate crime laws would create a special class of victims and
affect people's freedom of speech. Now, I interpret that to mean that they
were afraid hate crime laws would end people killing someone like Angie because the murderer
would get a heavier sentence, and that therefore meant people weren't able to make
a statement of hating LGBTQ plus individuals by murdering them. I could be wrong,
but that's just how I interpret it, and that is disgusting. I
also want to point out just how frustrating the defense team made me while I
was researching this story. Annett Kundelius had no shame in using Angie's dead name
or incorrect pronouns, and tried to make Alan out to be this kind man.
At one point in the trial, her team even went as far as
saying, at best, this is a case about passion. When Justin smiled
at him, this was a highly provoking act and it would cause someone to
have an aggressive reaction. This type of defense tactic became known as the gay
panic defense, meaning the defendant reacted so violently because they totally lost control of
themselves due to the victim's sexual orientation or gender identity. In short, victim
blaming, I suppose a net and gang would also argue that victims of rape
wouldn't have been sexually assaulted if they just didn't wear skirts. For those wondering
where this lovely woman is today, don't worry. In twenty nineteen, she
was appointed a judge who presides over domestic relations, dependency and neglect and adoption
matters in Division two in Weld County rad on the plus side. In twenty
twenty, Colorado became the eleventh State to ban the LGBTQ panic defense in the
courtroom. Hey, any victory is still a victory? Do say? Trans
was written and near rated by me Skyler Fasten now Jones and executive produced by
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