Foxy's hauteur gives way to tears
Amanda Knox is now playing to an audience who will give her the benefit of the doubt, writes Donal Lynch
With her face wholesomely bare of make-up and her hair swept back off her face, she was, it had to be said, still looking a little too foxy for some people to believe in her innocence. But as Amanda Knox left the courtroom in Perugia, probably for the last time, she had clearly learned the hard way to give the press what they want. Gone was the femme fatale hauteur and unseemly smirks of the trial. In their place, tears and a pained look of grateful contrition as she made her way to the airport in Rome. By the time she touched down in Seattle there was a crucifix around her neck and she gestured to heaven as she blubbed her thanks.
And yet, aspects of the same guileless college student who apparently went lingerie shopping in the aftermath of her flatmate's killing were still in evidence. In her entire speech before the American press corps and her supporters, she never once mentioned Meredith Kercher or her family. It took her lawyer, who hastily ascended the stage after his client, to publicly remember the murdered British university student.
It was a misstep, but not one that need overly trouble Knox. For the first time in three years she was playing to an audience that will give her the benefit of the doubt. The gathered American media corps were jubilant, declaring it a miscarriage of justice narrowly avoided even as they made their pitches for the first interview with Foxy herself.