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The trial of Eric Frimpong began in late November. Soon to be 22, he had never been in trouble with the law, had just earned his bachelor’s degree in a difficult dual major for which jobs were plentiful around the world, and quite likely would be tendered a contract to play Major League Soccer. By all accounts he was friendly and well liked, and, owing if nothing else to his celebrity as a star of the championship soccer team, could have had his pick of admiring young women. No one in his family or tribe ever had so much going for him. But of course, gifted and intelligent people often commit evil, so put that aside.
How likely is it, though, that an intelligent young man would meet a young woman in a public place, walk 300 yards down a crowded street with her, introduce her to each of his roommates, lead her to a spot on the beach where anyone can happen on or hear them, including the homeless who live there, then rape her, bite her face and buttock, then attend a party, sleep beside his girlfriend, awaken in the morning and not wash off the presumably abundant DNA left on his penis, spend the morning playing ping pong in daylight beside the house where all this allegedly happened before – and cap off a whirlwind 12 hours by volunteering to give police his own DNA before allowing his genitals to be swabbed for genetic residue and offering the clothing he wore as evidence?