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Friday, March 12. 2010
I was looking at some old family photos the other night and it made me think back about how our beautiful family came together and the role Scott's birth played in it.
Jacqueline and I met in San Diego while pursuing college degrees. I fell in love with this lovely, lively, and sweet girl almost immediately, and it turned out she felt the same for me. We were married in November of 1971. I had three terrific children, Susan 11, Mark 9 and Joe 7 and Jacqueline brought her 4-year-old son John to the marriage. Scott was born in the fall of 1972 and was immediately a treasured and much loved member of our family of 7. Much love and cohesiveness developed within our blended family by watching this toddler with a constant smile and pleasant disposition.
Scott learned right from wrong from not only from his mom and me, but also from his siblings who had a measurable hand in his upbringing. They taught him how to share and love. They read to him regularly and Scott developed an early love of reading. He was self sufficient at an early age, content to play with what was at hand and was able to entertain himself much of the time.
Scott was a joy at all ages, always praised by his elementary and middle school teachers who were touched by his kindness to other children. In high school he excelled academically while being captain of the golf team for two years. He then went on to college at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo where he paid his tuition and supported himself by working as a waiter and other part time work. He graduated with a BS in Ag-business and almost immediately landed a job with a Spanish company, which wanted someone to introduce their agriculture products in the US.
Scott and Laci met while both attending Cal Poly and when Scott introduced us to Laci we knew immediately she was a special girl to him and we could see that they were a great couple together. They were married shortly after Laci graduated with her degree in horticulture. They were very happy from the onset and had a dream raising a family and one day owning a small winery or olive farm in the Central coast area. About 3 years after they were married, Scott and Laci decided to make the move from San Luis Obispo, CA to Laci’s hometown of Modesto, CA. They wanted to purchase their first home and to be near her brother with hopes of raising their children together. They were close to reaching that dream when Laci became pregnant with their son in May of 2002.
And as I reflect on our family and on Scott and Laci before that tragic day in December 2002, I want you all to know that my son is a good and caring man. He is incapable of harming anyone. He was universally liked and respected by his peers and business associates. During the FBI investigation the agents were not able to turn up one word which spoke ill of Scott. Not one person had ever seen Scott and Laci at odds or being other than loving and kind to one another.
It pains me that the world does not know this Scott, that they believe he’s capable of murder. I will tell you now, my son is no murderer. He is an innocent man who was devoured by the media and ultimately our legal system. Unfortunately, we’ve found that this story of heartache, tragedy, and injustice is not unique, but we hold on to the hope that this injustice will be made right.
Lee Peterson
Tuesday, January 13. 2009
 Jackie and I enjoyed spending the holidays with many of our 15 grand children. We have always spent as much time with them as possible. We've attended a lot of soccer, volleyball, and baseball games and watched them with the usual pride grandparents feel. I have spent many hours teaching them the fundamentals of golf and encouraging them to enjoy the game as much as my children and I did growing up. The hours spent with them doing activities like fishing, hunting, golf, hiking, mountain biking, and going to the beach have been such a special blessing. I love my grandkids very much. When each of them was born, it was so special to actually hold the little bundle in my arms.
Jackie and I were waiting in great anticipation of Laci and Scott's baby Conner. The last 2 days we spent with them in Carmel - a week before Laci's disappearance - were so joyful. Laci was very pregnant and she and Scott were so happy. We all sat in front of a fireplace at The Inn at Pebble Beach our last night together. We talked about baby names and the new nursery they were preparing. I had built a model lobster boat to add to the nautical theme of the room and Scott had asked me how large it was so he could put up an appropriate size shelf in the baby's room. We talked about future plans they had. Among them would be starting an olive grove somewhere near San Luis Obispo where they would live and make their livelihood. We jokingly offered to stay in a cottage on the property and do chores and babysitting for our keep.
As we parted that night and I hugged Laci and then Scott, I felt a palpable longing to hold their new baby in my arms as I had held the others. It was a feeling akin to looking forward to an embrace from one we deeply care for. Sadly, I never got to hold Conner or watch him grow and mature as I have the other grandkids. Someone took the lives of Laci and the Conner and devastated Scott's life. Now an innocent man sits on death row. It is our duty to right this great wrong. And we shall.
Lee Peterson
Thursday, June 12. 2008
He got there because he was convenient, an easy target for the detectives assigned to the case and an easy target for the prosecutors who neglected their oaths to protect the rights of all citizens. The detectives and prosecutors were much more interested in clearing the case because of the intense media pressure (pressure they created in order to convict my son in the public eye) than in justice.
To the detectives it was oh so easy to bring suspicion on Scott. According to the detective manual it is usually someone close to the victim. This was enough reason to target Scott and not conduct an unbiased investigation. Court testimony has a policeman telling a citizen "we are pretty sure we have our man" This was within hours of Laci's disappearance and of course "their man" was Scott.
Now that they had their target they needed to build a case. Simple, bring pressure on Scott by leaking untrue and incomplete information to the media and to Laci's mom and other relatives. In the case of media leaks it was to make Scott's life unbearable because of the media presence. He was literally driven from his home and forced to live out of his car. The lies leaked to Laci's mom and others were to cut off any support Scott had from them. Their swarmy tactics had their effect. Scott was as good as convicted by the daily drumbeat of the media and the jury pool was polluted against him.
Perhaps even more disgusting was the lack of follow up by the police of leads. As mentioned in our most recent article on our web-site, there were many sightings of Laci the day of her disappearance. There were also two witnesses (one who saw Scott on the morning of the 24th and another who saw criminal activity on the 24th at the house across from Scott and Laci), who were improperly hypnotized by police, which then disqualified them from testifying in court. There was another lead placing Laci at a specific location. A helicopter fly over confirmed there were people at the location. However it was decided to not investigate further as the location was known to be frequented by persons who were "anti law enforcement". In other words the police lacked the courage to confront these people and attempt to rescue my daughter-in-law and grandson. What a disgrace.
The state spent over 4 million dollars to convict Scott, an innocent man. Imagine the impossibility of one ordinary citizen of average means defending himself against the awesome power and unlimited resources of the state. As the indictment reads "The State of California vs. Scott Peterson"; that is no where near an even playing field.
A now deceased, eminent lawyer once said "If a cop decides he is going to convict you of a crime he has the unquestionable power to do so." What happened to my son could happen to any of us. All it takes is one bad cop.
Lee Peterson
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