https://xcancel.com/lyndseyfifield/status/1983962501378187318 [Out on bail](https://poal.co/static/images/6565656965656965.png) [Out on bail](https://poal.co/static/images/3373333333333333.png) [Out on...](https://poal.co/static/images/3333333333333b33.png) [...](https://poal.co/static/images/7939313131393939.png) >When I was a few weeks postpartum with my second child, I bundled us both up and waddled into the Fairfax County Circuit Court to testify against a man who had accosted my then-toddler daughter and I in a public bathroom while I was heavily pregnant. > When I arrived I was brought into a room with his other victims and found out he had assaulted a woman in the same bathroom. I suddenly felt I had been lucky. > The arresting officer who had also interviewed me weeks prior was clearly eager to do everything right to keep this guy off the street—he found additional witnesses, pulled surveillance footage, followed every step to the letter. > It was physically painful and difficult for me to even be there—trying to discreetly feed and soothe my two week-old for 6 hours on hard benches when we should both be home in bed. It was also terrifying discreetly breastfeeding in the same room as this monster. > When I finally took the stand, the attorney for the Commonwealth asked me if the man who was in the bathroom that day was in the room. > I paused, confused—because I knew what was going to happen next. > The courtroom had been packed all day but as case after case was handled, ours was the last one—now it was just the judge, court reporter, bailiff, the defendant, his lawyer, the Commonwealth attorney, and I. > The arresting officer wasn't in the room. The other victim and her husband had been given a new court date and sent home. > I adjusted my baby against my chest and looked at her as she repeated the question: Do you see the man you reported to police in this room today? > Why was she doing this? What was she doing? > I was sweating in my oversized cashmere nursing sweater and I felt prickles down my back. Everyone was staring at me. I'm not a lawyer. She asked me a question... and she was “on my side” so I should answer it, right? > I adjusted my baby again to give myself a free hand—and I pointed to him. > And just as I expected, his lawyer immediately pointed out there was nobody else present in the courtroom who it could be and therefore we had violated his constitutional right to due process. > The judge agreed. Hell, *I* agreed—but then I asked WHY hadn't the Commonwealth given me a photo array to choose from? Why did she ASK that? > Too late. It didn't matter that he was on surveillance footage entering the bathroom before us and pushing past us as we fled. > He was set free. > As I walked out of the court room the arresting officer spotted me from down the hall and ran over to me “Is it back in this courtroom? Is it starting?” > No, I told him, it's already over. He had been sent to another courtroom “by mistake.” He didn't even get a chance to testify. He looked horrified. > The Commonwealth attorney and “victims advocate” that morning assured us they were going to fight for us. They were SO SORRY this had happened to us. They were SO GRATEFUL that I had come to testify in my condition. > Instead they seemingly intentionally let the monster walk free. > It's been two years. > Yesterday he was released on bail for yet another crime—one of at least THIRTEEN he's committed since that day in court—including sexual abuse of a child under 15. > His arrest record from just the last 5 years spans four pages on the Virginia court website. > Look at how many women—and CHILDREN—he's victimized since that day. > Look how many times his victims have gone to court just as I did only to see him set free again and again and again. > This is NOT happening by accident. > This is deliberate.