You are right, you don't

know what a solicitor general needs a car for, but I will try to educate

you.

Yes, I am his wife, and he

doesn't know I am writing this e-mail, but he will soon. You don't

know that he has run the solicitor's office from its beginnings without

an investigator, as found in virtually every other solicitor's office.

You don't know he does

his own investigations. You don't know that for over a year, he ran

his errands for this county in our car, and never submitted a request

for mileage reimbursement. You don't know that he works weekends,

and evenings in that car and at home, visiting crime scenes, victims'

homes, meeting with witnesses, and picking up and delivering items to

the police departments in this county.

You don't know that its

is usually dark when he leaves for the office in the morning, and dark

when he returns home. You don't know that just last week, he learned

at 5 p.m. of a potentially innocent man charged with a crime who couldn't

make bond, and he used that county car to find a judge in Fayette County

that night to sign an order to allow that man's release, because

it wasn't right to have that man spend one more night in jail just

because it was the end of a "normal" business day. (Finding

a judge in Fayette County isn't easy when three of the four superior

court judges live in faraway Upson County.)

You don't know that when

the car was purchased in 1998, he ordered the cheapest car available with

no options. You don't know that he doesn't use it for personal

business. You don't know that he has been paying taxes for the times

he drives it home. You don't know that every law enforcement department

in this county has our home phone number and address, and they use it.

You don't know the personal

and financial sacrifices he made in order to make a difference in the

lives of the people of Fayette County over the past eight years. You don't

know of his personal integrity.

I don't know your political

motives, but I do know you are way off base. Shame on you.

Lynn Harris

Fayette

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