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In Northern Georgia, Davida Kaye Caylor has been convicted of making false statements to a law enforcement officer because her son posted a photo to her facebook wall of his bruised and swollen hand that has been deemed a fake. During the trial, the arresting officer testified that Caylor did not give the photo to the officer and that Caylor was never questioned about the photo. Instead, he was shown the photo by the school nurse who also reported examining the boy's swollen (but not necessarily bruised) hand within an hour of the injury.
Caylor's sentence is 100 hours of community service, $1.5K in fines, 3 years probation and a permanent criminal record.
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(Score: 1) by SpockLogic on Sunday May 11 2014, @01:38PM
This is rural Georgia. The article should only be read while listening to the theme tune from Deliverance.
Overreacting is one thing, sticking your head up your ass hoping the problem goes away is another - edIII
(Score: 1) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday May 11 2014, @03:30PM
Oh? Funny, the song I keep thinking about is "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia", particularly the line "don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer".
You can bet there is more to this story of the Caylor family getting a ride on the Georgia good ol'boy railroad system then what they are saying. But yeah, Deliverance definitely fits too, particularly when they get dropped off the railroad bridge into the white water rapids below. Going against a good ol'boy network can be rather like being pulled along in whitewater, slammed against the rocks along the way, losing all control and just hoping you survive the ride long enough to find a spot where you can climb out of the water without being shoved back in or under.