Justice on trial
The air in Cassava Piece hung thick that June night in 2018, a humid shroud pressing against Lancelot Thomas as he trudged home beneath flickering street lights. A father of rough hands and quiet hopes — honed by construction work at Constant Spring Police Station — he spoke to his son, Lorenzo, over the phone, their voices threading through the dusk.
Hours later, at 3:00 am on June 5, a thunderous kick shattered his front door. Gunshots rang out. Lorenzo clutched his chest and fell. Flames devoured their home. And Thomas, peering through chaos and grief, claimed he saw the faces — and heard the voices — of Dantay Brooks and Andre Hinds.
What unfolded was no mere trial but a reckoning for justice itself. In the Home Circuit Court, a judge sitting alone convicted Brooks and Hinds on January 27, 2021 — Brooks to life with 22 years before parole, Hinds to life with 17 — for murder, illegal possession of a firearm, and arson. Their guilt rested on Thomas’s word alone.
Yet, on March 7, 2025, Jamaica’s Court of Appeal quashed those convictions in Dantay Brooks and Andre Hinds v R ([2025] JMCA Crim 6), entering acquittals without a retrial. The reason? The scales of justice, meant to weigh truth beyond doubt, had buckled under human error and systemic neglect.
This is not a tale of guilt or innocence — it’s a warning. When one witness, uncorroborated and unsteady, can chain two men to decades in prison, we must ask: Is justice blind, or merely blinded?
A Witness in the Flames: The Prosecution’s Case
Thomas’s testimony was harrowing, a father’s nightmare etched in court records. He recalled Brooks trying to snatch his phone at 6:00 pm on June 4 (para [3]), then spotting him and Hinds near his gate at 9:00 pm with “Zee Zee” and “Knacka Knacka” (para [4]).
At 3:00 am he awoke to intruders. From his doorway, six feet from the fray (para [44]), he saw Lorenzo shot. He alleged Brooks handed Knacka Knacka a cutlass to chop his son — claiming an attempt to behead him — while Hinds supplied gasoline for the arson (para [9-10]). Voices cemented his certainty: Brooks saying, “Lance nuh fi dead,” Hinds urging, “yuh nah kill him” (para [7]).
The prosecution leaned hard on familiarity. Brooks and Hinds were Cassava Piece locals — Thomas knew them well (para [40]). Earlier encounters that day, they argued, sharpened his recall. A veranda light, shining through an open door, illuminated the scene (para [45]). His initial lie about masked attackers? Fear of corrupt police at Constant Spring, later eased at Spanish Town Road (para [50-51]), they said — a stumble, not a collapse.
Yet the case teetered. No fingerprints, no DNA, no weapon surfaced (para [14]). Thomas’s observation time wavered — seven seconds in his first statement, ballooning to two or seven minutes in court (para [44]). The prosecution waved this off as trauma’s fog. But could one man’s word, untested by science, bear such weight?
Cracks in the Crucible: The Case for Doubt
The Court of Appeal didn’t mince words: The trial judge botched the law. In bench trials, the Turnbull guidelines (R v Turnbull [1977] QB 224) demand explicit caution — recognition isn’t foolproof; honest witnesses err (para [41]).
Here the judge nodded to Turnbull but faltered (para [40]). He accepted Thomas’s claim of veranda light without measuring its reach or wattage (para [45]). He ignored the “terrifyingly stressful circumstances” of a son’s murder unfolding (ibid). And he glossed over inconsistencies that screamed for scrutiny.
Consider the fault lines:
* Masks or faces? Thomas’s June 5 statement described masked men; he later admitted lying, citing police distrust (para [50]). Yet he also claimed “pressure” to sign — a contradiction the judge swallowed whole (para [53]).
*Time unravelled: Seven seconds became minutes — estimates so fluid they mock precision (para [44]). The judge shrugged: “Time is hard to gauge” (para [40]). Doubt begged louder.
*Beheading myth? Thomas swore Knacka Knacka tried to sever Lorenzo’s head (para [9]), but the post-mortem report stayed mute — a gap the judge never bridged (para [49]).
Jamaica’s own courts have sounded this alarm. In Dwayne Knight v R ([2017] JMCA Crim 3]), a conviction fell when the judge ignored lighting and stress (para [55]). R v Locksley Carrol (unreported, 1990) demanded “no inscrutable silence” on identification (para [35]). Here, silence roared. The judge’s summation — nine lines on Turnbull (para [40]) — was a whisper against the law’s mandate.
Memory’s Fragile Thread: Science vs Certainty
Science indicts Thomas’s testimony. Trauma warps perception — psychologist Elizabeth Loftus’s studies show stress slashes recall accuracy by up to 30 per cent. Under duress (a son shot), in chaos (gunfire, flames), with familiarity unchecked (para [43]), misidentification spikes.
Voice recognition? A mirage. Thomas pinned Brooks and Hinds by phrases (para [7]), but the Crown conceded no foundation existed — how often had he heard them, in what tones, under what strain? (para [30]) Donald Phipps v DPP ([2012] UKPC 24) requires such proof; its absence here, and the judge’s reliance on it (para [57]), gutted the case. Two senses faltered — one witness crumbled.
A Blueprint for Redemption: Reform or Ruin
This case indicts the system. Jamaica must act:
*Bench trial clarity: Mandate detailed reasoning on identification, per R v Locksley Carrol (para [36]). No more “I accept” without why.
*Forensic floor: Require physical evidence in single-witness cases, as Kemoy Kesto suggests — words alone won’t suffice.
*Trauma’s lens: Enforce psychological evaluations for witnesses under duress, grounding law in science.
A Jamaican Identification Act could codify this — Turnbull as scripture, forensics as ballast, memory as a suspect, not a saint.
The Verdict That Haunts: When Justice Bleeds
On March 7, 2025, Brooks and Hinds walked free — not exonerated, but unshackled from a verdict too frail to stand (para [60]).
This isn’t triumph; it’s tragedy — a father’s loss, a community’s rage, a system’s shame. Justice wasn’t served — it was dissected, its flaws laid bare.
If proof beyond doubt is our creed, doubt reigned here. Thomas’s tears blurred truth; the judge’s brevity betrayed it. We ignored R v Turnbull’s warning:
“Mistakes in recognition… have led to grave miscarriages” ([1977] QB 224]).
Next time, it won’t be Brooks or Hinds — it’ll be us, staring down a justice too brittle to trust.
Will we heed the ashes of Cassava Piece, or let them bury us?
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