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"Santy Claus ain't coming"
A man is going to die by lethal injection tonight. He is the founder of the Crips gang. I have no idea how much media attention this is getting in other places, but it is the biggest story here in California. And, for some bizarre reason, I feel the need to mention it here. Maybe itís because I used to work at a school where gang influence and gang violence was very real. I dunno. Maybe itís because I find the whole idea completely gut-wrenching. A man is going to die tonight. Because he did some very awful things and killed some people. Only, for the last 25 (give or take) years he has been sitting in jail not hurting anyone.
I have such an issue with the death penalty. The whole idea rips at my gut. On the one hand, I donít feel that anyone should have the power to decide that someone else deserves to die. Those things are better left to a higher authority. Thatís the side of me that lives in an idealistic world where people donít hurt each other and things like violence and wars donít exist. But the fierce mama-bear in me sometimes feels like if some freak ever got their hands on my children Iíd want them to die the slowest, most painful death imaginable. And I'd want to be there to see them suffer.
How do I reconcile those two feelings?
Can open. Worms everywhere.
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