DocketNumber: 90-KA-1170
Citation Numbers: 617 So. 2d 642, 1993 WL 113575
Judges: Hawkins, Prather
Filed Date: 4/15/1993
Status: Precedential
Modified Date: 2/26/2024
Okay, I heard this noise [around midnight on February 3]. It didn't seem to be a loud noise. I'm a real light sleeper, so I woke up. I didn't think anything about it because my aunt lived with me and I thought maybe she had got sick during the night because she does get sick sometimes. So I turned over in bed. I always leave a night light burning in my bathroom. My bathroom is exactly across the hall from my bedroom. And I turned over in bed so I could be facing the door so when she walks up, you know, to tell me she was sick I'd see her.
I heard another noise, and this noise was closer to my bedroom, as if someone had walked into a chair. And I just laid there waiting for her to come. While I was watching, here appeared this man standing in my bedroom door, with a cap turned backwards on his head and both fists balled up and his shoulders slumped over like that. And I laid there and I squinched my eyes to make sure I was awake, and he was standing there trying to focus on me.
I sat straight up in bed, and I said, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" And he ran over to the bed as fast as he could and shoved me with his hand open in my chest, and shoved me back in bed. He said, "Bitch, you'd better not turn on a light." I had a night-lamp on my nightstand. . . . He said, "Bitch, you'd better not turn on a light." I said, "Okay, okay, please, don't kill me; don't kill me. What do you want? Please, don't kill me." And I was pleading with him. He stood there for a minute, right close beside my bed. He said, "Bitch, if you holler, you're dead. You'd better not breathe loud." And I was saying, "Okay, okay, please, don't kill me. What do you want? Please don't kill me."
He says, "Wait a minute." He said, "First, I'm gonna get me some of this. I don't know, I might kill you." He said, "But first I'm gonna get me some of this." And I said "Oh, my God!" He said, "Bitch, what did you say?" I said, "Nothing, nothing." And he said, "Okay, I'm going to take my clothes off." He said, "You listen. I'm going to take my clothes off." He says, "And if you breathe loud, bitch, you're dead." I said, "Okay." And I started back to saying "Lord, have mercy." Every time I'd say something he'd say, "Shut, up, Bitch!" I said, "Okay, okay."
He pulled his shoes off. He didn't bend. He slipped his shoes off like that. He says, "Okay, I'm pulling off my shirt." By this time the light across the gas company along with the light in my bathroom, I'm focusing on his hand. He kept this fist balled up, and he was undoing his shirt. First he threw his cap off, over by a recliner chair. He says, "Okay, I'm taking off my shirt now." He said, "And you better not move." And I'm focusing on his fist to see he's holding something in his hand. He took his shirt off and threw it on the floor. He told me step by step what he was taking off. "I'm taking off my pants." He slipped out of his pants, and he crawled up into bed. And I had my legs together like this, and he shoved my legs open and pulled my gown up, and I had on underwear. He felt me down there and he felt the underwear. He said, "Bitch, take these panties off." I took them off and threw them on the side of the bed. Then he rubbed his hands down between my legs. And I said, "Oh, my God." He said, "What did you say?" He said, "Wait a minute. First, Bitch, you're gonna suck my dick." And I thought, "Oh, my God!" He said — I said, "Okay, okay, come on." He crawled up to the top of the bed, and he sat in a sitting position. I have a tall headboard on my bed, and he sat in a sitting position; and I scooted down in bed and put one foot, braced one of my *Page 644 feet on the floor, my right foot. And I said, "Where is it? Where is it?"
And I got it, I grabbed it by my right hand; and when I grabbed it I gave it a yank. And when I yanked it, I twisted all at the same time.
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[Again,] I grabbed his penis with my right hand, and I twisted and pulled it all at the same time. And he hit me with his right hand a hard blow beside the head, and when he hit me I grabbed ahold to his scrotum with my left hand and I was twisting it the opposite way. He started to yell and we fell to the floor, and he hit me a couple more licks; but they were light licks. He was weakening some then. Then he leaned over across me and bit me on my right shoulder. While he was biting me I was still hanging onto him, and then I got his neck with my mouth and started biting it. Then I thought, "Well, he might have Aids," [sic] and I let go of his neck, still holding onto him. And he was tussling and trying to hit me and trying to get out of the way, and I don't know how we managed to get out of the bedroom into the hallway. He was trying to get out, and I'm hanging onto him; and he was throwing me from one side of the hall wall to the other.
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. . . I was afraid if I let him go he was going to kill me.
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[H]e was a young man, I could see he was a young man, and I've never gone through anything like this before. I didn't have anything to defend myself with.
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So I was determined I was not going to turn it aloose. So we were going down the hallway, falling from one side to the other, and we got into the living room and we both fell. He brought me down right in front of the couch, and he leaned back against the couch like this, pleading with me. Well, at that point the night light from the bathroom was shining right across his forehead, and I'm still hollering at him; and I start using some curse words to him. I said, "Goddamn it —"
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He was pleading. He says, "You've got me. You've got me. Please, you've got me." I said, "I know Goddman well I've got you." He said, "Please, please, you're killing me; you're killing me." I said, "Well, die, son-of-a-bitch." I said, "Die, then." I said, "Son-of-a-bitch, you just won't die for me, will you?" And I couldn't get him to die. He said, "I can't do nothing; I can't do nothing. Call the police; call the police." I said, "Do you think I'm stupid enough to turn you aloose and call the police?" He said, "Well, what am I gonna do?" I said, "You're gonna get the Goddamn hell out of my house." He said, "Well, how can I get out of your house and you won't let me go?" He said, "How can I get out? I can't get out." I said, "Break out, son-of-a-bitch; you broke in, didn't you?" And I was still holding him.
He said, "I can't do nothing." He said, "Oh, you've got me suffering. Lady, you've got me suffering." He said, "Woman, you've got me suffering." I said, "Have you thought about how you were going to have me suffering?" He said, "Well, I can't do nothing now." I said, "Well, that's fine." I said, "And we'll stay right here until my brother comes. He'll be here at five o'clock anyway."
So I said, "I've got two locks on my door, a deadbolt lock and a night lock." And I said, "Damn it, you're gonna undo both of them." So we go to the door. We fumble to the door. He gets up to the lock and he's in so much pain he'd come back down to the floor and I'd make him get back up to the locks. So he managed to get one aloose and he pulled it. He said, "I'm out." I said, "No, there's another one." He undid that one. He still thought he was out. I said, "The screen door is locked." And he undid the screen door. He said, "I'm out! I'm out!" I said, "No, damn it, come on. You're going to the end of the porch." I said, "I'm taking your ass to *Page 645 the end of the porch." I said, "And when I turn you aloose, I'm going to go get my gun and I'm going to blow your mother-fucking brains out." I said, "You nasty, stinking, lowdown, dirty piece of shit, you!" And when I did that I gave it a twist, and I turned him aloose. And he made a couple of steps and then he fell off of the steps and he jumped up and took his right hand and grabbed down here his private area, and made a couple of jumps across the back of my aunt's car. And I ran into my aunt's room, got her pistol from underneath the nightstand, ran back to the screen door, and I fired two shots down the hill the way I saw him go. And then I ran back into the house and dialed 911 and called my brother, and he came over.
Record Vol. II, at 89-94.
The victim also called the Hinds County Sheriff's Department; Deputy Dennis Moulder responded to her call. Moulder recovered Coverson's clothing which Coverson had left behind in the victim's bedroom. Deputy Moulder found the words, "Dwight Coverson," written on the inside of the pants' front pocket. At approximately 4:15 a.m., Moulder drove to Coverson's home — located near the victim's home — and arrested him and transported him to the Hinds County Jail.
Moulder advised Coverson of his rights, but he did not interview him until about six hours later — around 11:00 a.m. At that time, Moulder again advised Coverson of his rights. Coverson responded that he understood his rights and wanted to talk. He confessed that he broke into the victim's home — thinking no one was home — to commit a burglary. He also admitted to being under the influence of drugs and alcohol at the time of the incident.
A Hinds County Grand Jury indicted Coverson for burglary and attempted sexual assault. The trial resulted in a guilty verdict against Coverson.2 Coverson received a five-year sentence for the burglary and a 20-year sentence for the attempted sexual-assault, the sentences to run consecutively.
Coverson appealed and presented several issues for this Court's analysis.
The first challenge involved prospective juror, Ruby Frazier. Frazier informed the judge and attorneys that she had known Coverson, his mother, and brothers "on a friendly basis" for as long as "fifteen years." She later conceded that she considers Coverson to be her "friend." The judge allowed the State's challenge and excused Frazier. The judge briefly explained the basis of his decision: "[J]ust knowing the defendant's mother would surely not be a significant basis to excuse a juror. But there is certainly much additional evidence to indicate to the Court that this juror should be excused for cause."
The second prospective juror excused for cause — C.W. Thompson — also admitted that he had known Coverson and his family. In fact, Thompson noted that he had known Coverson all his life and that he had lived only four or five houses away from Coverson's.
The third prospective juror excused for cause — Chester Moore — admitted that he had known Coverson and his family all his life. He added that he had known Coverson's (deceased) father for over 35 years and that he had worked with Coverson's uncle on a daily basis for years.
Coverson contends that, the foregoing notwithstanding, the judge should not have allowed the State's challenges since the prospective jurors stated that they could be fair and impartial. *Page 646
On substantive grounds, statutory and case law empowered the judge with broad discretion to determine whether a prospective juror can be impartial — notwithstanding the juror's admission under oath that he or she can be impartial. See Burt v. State,
On procedural grounds, once the judge exercised his discretion and determined that the jurors probably could not be impartial, then the determination may not be assigned on appeal as an error:
Any person . . . who will make oath that he [or she] is impartial . . . shall be competent as a juror in any criminal case. . . . Any juror shall be excluded however, if the court be of opinion that he [or she] cannot try the case impartially, and the exclusion shall not be assignable for error.
Miss. Code Ann. §
In short, the important and long-established maxim has been: (1) that a defendant has no right to have specific prospective jurors try his or her case, and (2) that the defendant cannot complain on appeal of a particular exclusion if the end result was a jury composed of fair and impartial jurors. See Sherman v.State,
In sum, this Court affirms on this issue on procedural grounds (i.e., statutory law barred Coverson from raising this issue on appeal) and on substantive grounds (i.e., Coverson failed to prove that the judge's decision constituted an abuse of discretion).
"If the interrogation continues without the presence of an attorney and a statement is taken, a heavy burden rests on the [State]" to prove beyond a reasonable doubt the validity of a defendant's waiver of his "privilege against self-incrimination and his right to retained or appointed counsel." North Carolinav. Butler,
Specifically, Miranda requires proof that "the waiver [was] made voluntarily, knowingly and intelligently." 384 U.S. at 444, 86 S.Ct. at 1612, 16 L.Ed.2d at 707, quoted in Nash v. Estelle,
In short, "[a] waiver is voluntary if it is ``the product of a free and deliberate choice rather than intimidation, coercion or deception.'" Moreover, "[a] waiver is knowing and intelligent if it is ``made with a full awareness both of the nature of the right being abandoned and the consequences of the decision to abandon it.'" Grooms, 826 F.2d at 887 (quoting and citing cases) (emphasis added).
In the case sub judice, the trial judge concluded that the State met its burden. Whether this conclusion is correct is a mixed issue of law and fact. Norman v. Ducharme,
In response to leading questions posed by his attorney, Coverson testified that he was under the influence of drugs and alcohol and that he could not "recall" being advised of his rights or having waived them. Coverson conceded that he may have been advised of his rights and that he may have waived them; however, he contended that, in view of his intoxicated state of mind, he could not have knowingly, intelligently, or voluntarily waived his rights.
Under questioning by the State, Coverson made surprising admissions which unequivocally support the judge's conclusion that Coverson knowingly, intelligently, or voluntarily waived his rights. Coverson admitted that, at the time of his arrest, heknew and understood what his rights were. In fact, he knew them so well, that he recited them during the hearing:
State: You knew what your rights were?
Coverson: Yes, I knew what my rights were.
State: You had heard of that before?
Coverson: I had heard of it before.
State: What is your understanding that a criminal person arrested for a crime has the rights to?
Coverson: He has a right to an attorney if he can't afford one.
State: All right. What else?
Coverson: And a right to remain silent.
State: Okay. And what would happen if he couldn't afford an attorney?
Coverson: One would be appointed to him.
State: And what happened if he spoke? What could they do with what he said?
Coverson: It could [be used to] incriminate him.
State: It could be used against him, is that right?
Coverson: It could be used against him.
State: And you understood all of that when you were arrested, is that right? You'd known that for a long time?
Coverson: Yeah.
State: How long have you known that?
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Coverson: You can say maybe three, four years. . . .
Rec. Vol. II, at 150-51. Coverson went on to explain that he had known and understood the Miranda rights by watching crime shows on television, by "read[ing] it in the [news]paper," and by hearing police officers advise others who were being arrested "on the streets." And Coverson's familiarity with Miranda rights is also attributable to his experience as a criminal suspect. That is, Coverson admitted that he has twice been arrested — once as recently as four months prior to his arrest in the case subjudice — and that police officers read him his Miranda rights each time. See Hovland v. Blodgett, 914 F.2d 262 (9th Cir. 1990) (defendant's "past experience with the judicial system" factored into the court's decision that he "knew how to request counsel" and "knowingly waived his Miranda rights") (unpublished opinion).
In sum, this Court affirms on this consolidated issue.
CONVICTIONS OF BURGLARY AND SENTENCE OF FIVE YEARS AND ATTEMPTED SEXUAL-ASSAULT, AND SENTENCE OF TWENTY YEARS, TO RUN CONSECUTIVELY, AFFIRMED.
DAN M. LEE, P.J., SULLIVAN, PITTMAN, BANKS, McRAE, ROBERTS and SMITH, JJ., concur.
HAWKINS, C.J., specially concurs with separate written opinion joined by DAN M. LEE, P.J., and SMITH, J.