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Maryland v. Shatzer: Ernesto Miranda and the Fortnight Rule
Legal Question of the Week
Vol. 3, Number 4
February 26, 2010
Brian Beasley
Student of History and Legal Adviser, HPPD
His name was Ernesto Miranda. Born in Arizona in 1941, he dropped out of school in the eighth grade after being convicted of his first crime. After going in and out of reform school he joined the army but was dishonorably discharged after 15 months for many AWOL charges and charges for spying on other people’s sexual activities.
In the early 1960’s, Miranda lived in Phoenix, Arizona1 where the Phoenix police report that he repeatedly abducted, kidnapped, raped and robbed young women. For whatever reason, Miranda generally kidnapped his victims on the corner of 7th and Missouri Avenue2 so it is not surprising that he was eventually identified by a relative of one of his victims who saw him at that intersection.
After his arrest and two hours of interrogation, Miranda confessed to the crimes of rape and kidnapping. He was then taken to meet the rape victim for positive voice identification. When Miranda was asked by the police in the victim’s presence whether this was the victim, he said, “That’s the girl.”3 The victim identified his voice as the voice of her assailant. Miranda was later convicted of rape and kidnapping and sentenced to 20 to 30 years on both charges. Now you know what the case is, in a minute, you’re going to hear . . . the rest of the story.4 Read More
- According to the Phoenix Convention & Visitors Bureau, it is the fifth largest city in the U.S. and home to more than 200 golf courses. Legend has it that Phoenix got its name from Cambridge-educated pioneer Darrell Duppa, who saw the ruins and prehistoric canals of the Hohokam Indian tribe and believed another civilization would rise from the ashes. Ernesto Miranda is not mentioned on the Phoenix Convention & Visitors Bureau webpage. ↩
- Remember – it’s harder to catch the smart ones. ↩
- See footnote 2 above. ↩
- For those old enough to remember Paul Harvey’s radio show, he would start out by saying “Hello Americans, I’m Paul Harvey. You know what the news is, in a minute, you’re going to hear … the rest of the story.” I can remember listening to this on an AM only radio in my father’s Plymouth Scamp. No FM radio, no 8-track or cassette deck, and you had to turn the knob with the dexterity of a surgeon to find the station and get it just right for the best signal. But I digress… ↩
