Page 148 of Precise Justice

Andrew went through the same transgender route as Robbie although seven years older. Sanger Middle School, a school nurse who secretly hated boys, Dr, Andrea Brie’s progressive psychologist predecessor, a man who agreed with his mother. Then a series of counseling sessions with Dr. Phillip Friedman.

When she finished, when she became Angela, she testified that she looked back with anger. In her heart, she harbored misgivings. But everyone else was so certain she would find inner peace and happiness, she, as Andrew, eventually went along with it.

“Did you ever write a letter, a complaint letter, to anyone? By that I mean Dr. Friedman or Dr. Miller?”

“Yes, when I was nineteen, I realized I was attracted to girls. They took that away from me. So, I wrote a nasty letter to Friedman letting him know I hoped he died a painful death. I said I wanted him dead.”

“Did you threaten to kill him?” Jennifer asked.

“That was what I implied. I’m sure he knew it.”

Jennifer picked up a single page, handwritten letter, asked permission to approach the witness and showed it to her.

“That’s it,” Angela said.

Jennifer put the letter into evidence and returned to the table.

“At the end of your gender affirming treatment what was your opinion of Dr, Friedman?”

“I grew to hate him. He was a pervert…”

“Objection, the witness is not qualified to make a diagnosis of anyone’s sexual predilections.”

“Overruled. She can give her opinion,” Foster said.

“Why do you say he was a pervert?” Jennifer asked.

“Because he was hitting on me once I had completed the surgery and had healed. He even suggested he wanted to take my virginity.”

“Objection, hearsay,” Hughes said.

“Exception, the person making the statement is not available,” Jennifer said,

“Sustained, the jury will disregard the witnesses last comment.”

“Do you know any other patients of Dr. Friedman?” Jennifer asked.

“I know of at least one other…”

“Objection, she’s about to introduce hearsay,” Hughes said.

Gotcha, Jennifer thought.

“No, she is not,” Jennifer said. “Allow me to inquire to clarify this, your honor.”

“Carefully,” Foster said.

“Do you know a transgender woman named Ava?”

“Yes, I do.”

“What is her legal last name?”

“Same as mine, Carlson-Mathis.”

“Who is she to you?”

“My wife.”

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