NOT GUILTY BOMB PLEA – Friday July 12 2013

– Dzhokhar Tsarnaev made his first public court appearance yesterday, pleading not guilty to murder charges over the Boston Marathon bombing.
His left arm in a cast, his jaw apparently bruised and his eye swollen, he flashed a wry smile at his two sisters in Muslim dress, then blew them a kiss as he was led away after the arraignment.
He faces 30 federal charges, including using a weapon of mass destruction in the bombing, which killed three and injured 260.
One of the sisters was holding a baby. The other was crying.
The 19-year-old was driven to and from the courthouse in a van escorted by a three-vehicle motorcade with heavily armed police.
Outside, a small group of Tsarnaev supporters chanted “Justice for Dzhokhar” and jockeyed on the sidewalk with victims and others still visibly angry over the April 15th bombing.
His brief appearance at the federal courthouse in Boston came as Senate and House lawmakers in Washington held separate hearings into “Lessons Learned” from the bombing.
There was also renewed criticism from Boston Police Commissioner Ed Davis that the FBI should have shared information about a trip to Russia by Tsarnaev’s older brother, Tamerlan, and his connection to the Chechan separatist region.
“There should be a full and equal partnership,” Mr Davis told the Senate Homeland Security and Government Affairs Committee.
But Paul Bresson, a top FBI spokesman in Washington, defended the bureau, saying the FBI has briefed the House committee on several occasions.
Mr Bresson added: “We have an obligation to protect the integrity of the judicial process while it is ongoing.”
Boston FBI officials have said local police on the Joint Terrorism Taskforce would have had computer access to any leads or investigations worked by law enforcement agencies, and could have learned about the FBI’s investigation into Tamerlan Tsarnaev on behalf of the Russian Government.
But Mr Davis said his officers were kept in the dark. “We have four officers who are assigned to the JTTF,” the police commissioner said. “There’s one in each terrorism squad. But we were not aware of the information on Tsarnaev and his travel overseas.”
The Tsarnaev brothers were allegedly shooting at police and throwing pressure cooker bombs at officers trying to arrest them several nights after the bombing. Tamerlan was killed in the fire fight, and Dzhokhar was arrested the following day when police used gunfire to force him out of a boat in a suburban backyard.
Al-Qaeda’s “Inspire” magazine is said to be praising the Tsarnaev brothers and using the Boston bombing to recruit new terrorists – Herald Sun

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