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Hope has survived though justice failed. My journey is NOT over!
Christopherborst.com
Hope has survived though justice failed. My journey is NOT over!
In 2001, I was resistant to allowing my ex wife to move out of the area with my daughter. This move would have disrupted the custody schedule that my daughter and I enjoyed that was ordered by the court. I was asked three times about the move. After the third time saying no, the allegations were made.
Convictions were impossible to escape
Missouri Statutes allow hearsay statements in cases involving minors
In any other criminal case, hearsay is not admissible. Hearsay statements were made implicating abuse. Zero of these statements corroborated with any of the actual physical findings in the case. Furthermore, a journal was read to the jury. I was denied the right to forensically test this journal for its authenticity. After trial it was then handed back to the author, (my ex). It was later subpoenaed by the Motion Court to be returned for further examination and testing. It was reported as being "lost". This was the only piece of physical evidence in this case.
None of my statements were recorded. All were taken out of context, presented as confessions.
All of my statements made to any agency were NOT recorded. All of the statements were made in settings where recording was available but not used. All of the individuals taking my statements were trained and had experience in operating recording equipment. My actual statements line up with the evidence or lack there of. None of the testimony regarding my statements made by DFS or law enforcement have merit. Their testimony regarding my statements (taken way out of context) do not corroborate with any of the physical findings.
The Ultimate Miscarriage of Justice
Yes it's true, my convictions were overturned. But, this ruling was then overturned. Read closely,
After nearly 7 years in prison, two of which with no convictions, waiting for a re-trial, a pivotal moment occurred when the Western District Court of Appeals overturned the original ruling, (above). This decision came shortly after the retirement of Honorable Judge Nixon, who had granted me a new trial in that court. The Court of Appeals cited hearsay and my alleged confessions, deeming Judge Nixon’s ruling erroneous in their published opinion that I'm sure you've read.
It was notable that the court waited for Judge Nixon’s retirement before rendering this decision, a timing that felt like a deliberate gesture. In my belief, had the new evidence presented in Judge Nixon’s court, combined with the evidence of deliberate mishandling of evidence involving the disappearance of the journal, been available to the next trial jury, the State’s case would have been significantly weakened. The mishandling of evidence would have been glaring to a jury, revealing a broader theme of injustice. Unrecorded statements regarding my alleged confessions would have carried much less weight, and the truth of my case could have been much clearer. This is my truth, one that I stand by, even in the face of the system that continues to unfold its complexities in my life that does not resemble true freedom in any way.
Reunited April, 2026
On April 28th I began a conversation over text with her husband, Chris. It was his objective to reach out, set up a time to talk and to gain my perspective on the charges, convictions, etc. We settled on a time and place to meet the following night. After a 3-hour conversation, he gave me Kelsey's phone number. He said he was going to have the discussion with Kelsey when he got home. He told me to expect a call or text within the next couple of hours. Sure enough, within an hour, he texted and gave me the green light to text my daughter. My first texts were "Good evening, Kelsey!" "This is Chris, your father." Kelsey's reply, "Hi, good evening." "This is Kelsey, your daughter." From that point on, we've texted almost every day.
We were both anxious to meet each other. At the time I was in Florida, on business. I had plans to visit a friend over the weekend. So, I asked Kelsey if she wanted me to fly back to Kansas City right away or if she wanted to come to Florida to visit me and take a little break from life while she was at it, maybe even put her feet in the sand. She chose the sand option and brought her husband with her. On May 1st we met in Tampa, at the airport. .
We had deluxe accommodation at my friend’s house. We all had our own rooms and plenty of privacy to visit. A hotel wouldn’t have been good. All of our meetings would have been in common areas with other strangers around. The house that my friend Cathy provided for the reunion turned out to be the perfect setting. We talked for hours, catching up. Many of our stories were sad and very heartfelt. Her stories of being mistreated throughout her childhood, never being a priority. My stories of the Missouri prison system and the challenges I have faced since getting out.
But here we are now, a loving family once again. We’ve visited in person many times. Her and her family came over to my parents’ Christmas in July celebration. She is friends with my fiancé and her daughter on social media. Hardly a day goes by without some kind of communication. I know she feels like a priority to me. We will continue to write our beautiful story knowing nothing will come between us ever again.
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