INNOCENCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY, DOES NOT MEAN MAINTAINING YOUR INNOCENCE WHILE PREVENTING THE TRIAL TO EXAMINE YOU.

The court case that established in the early 19th century the principal of Innocent until proven guilty in the US was Coffin v US. In 1795, some 8 years earlier, the British barrister, Sir William Garrow coined the phrase and ruled that accusers must be robustly tested. Presumably, in both cases the prosecution was not hampered by the defense team, with the  connivance of the Attorney General, and allowed the witnesses to be tested. One may surmise that it had its start in the 16th century Magna Carta. 

Republicans are so sure that Orange Julius was denied his chance to prove his innocence, that they won't shut up about it. What they fear is that those Damned Liberals, are going to take that noble law away from them. Them, meaning those people so intent on fighting the deep state, that they welcome the shallow state. They need not worry. We Liberals are responsible for these improvements in jurisprudence. It is a long tradition that preceded the Magna Carta by a millennium (that is a thousand years for you trumpies). History tells us that liberals were often the people who suffered prosecution, and persecution, from conservatives. States ruled by autocratic rulers rarely become benign. States run by liberals rarely become autocratic. Most importantly, the people we honor for creating this country and our democratic documents were liberal. 

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