I had the dubious honor of being a juror in a (state) tax-fraud prosecution. The guy had all of the normal withholdings, but at the end of the year, he would apply to get his withheld money back since it had been earned while living and working in a “foreign country”. Mind you, the guy lived in Brooklyn and worked at one of the MTA trainyards (the MTA run the NYC subway).
The defense counsel kept trying to imply that this whole thing only became a problem because his superiors at the MTA hated him. I never did understand the connection - I mean, even if they were totally out to get him, how could they have changed the tax returns he filled out? One of the most unintentionally hilarious moments in the trial was when the prosecution called a MTA payroll employee to testify. First, the payroll person reads the defendant’s pay records out loud (as evidence that the MTA had, in fact, been paying him). Then it’s the defense’s turn:
Defense: (suspiciously) What sort of feeling did you have for John Smith?
MTA woman: (confused) Huh? I don’t understand the question.
Defense: Did you think he was a good employee or a bad employee? Did you and your coworkers like him?
MTA woman: (confused) I don’t know.
Defense: Was there a general feeling that the John Smith was someone to get rid of?
MTA woman: I have no idea. I don’t know him.
Defense: (now confused) You don’t know him?
MTA woman: I’ve never seen him before in my life.
Defense: (paging through notes) Did you testify to the grand jury on July 12, 2005?
MTA woman: (thinks a moment) Yes.
Defense: Was it in regard to John Smith?
MTA woman: (after a pause, light dawns) Yes, I think it might have been!
Defense: (triumphant) And what did you think of him?
MTA woman: I dunno. I just read the payroll information.
That’s right, the evil MTA was so determined to “get” poor John that his superiors… don’t remember who the hell he is. Right.
Had to convict the poor twit - there was just no reasonable doubt.
mischievous