This copy is for your personal, non-commercial use only. For public distribution to your colleagues, clients or customers, contact email@example.com for reprint information and fees.
Somebody brought me a Bible and told me to read the book of Job. Well, I’d read the story countless times before, but I read it again and it was almost like I was there with Job. He lost everything, his whole family, all his worldly possessions, but he did not lose his faith, and God blessed him doubly. That turned me around and got me thinking that God might have a plan for me. He didn’t bring me through all that for nothing.
He had been shot five times: once in the head, twice near his right shoulder, and two more times in the back. His face and upper body were caked with blood. Although it was a cold night, the 41-year-old was wearing a T-shirt, pajama bottoms, no shoes, and a single wet sock. He had stumbled and crawled five hundred yards from his home, where he had been left for dead, to Gaston’s—a journey that had taken him nearly an hour, all told. Along the way, he had fallen into a creek, where he had almost drowned, but he had kept moving, staggering toward Gaston’s house as the fire behind him grew more intense. There was so much blood that Dickerson could not tell where he had been shot.
Charlie had promised [Waid] $2,000 if he would help him kill the Caffeys—cash that Erin had told Charlie he would find in a lockbox inside the house.
It is not rare to find sociopaths in small towns, but I've got to say it is odd that all four of them in this small town ended up working a job together. Mighty strange.That is always what shocks me in these stories! Not "oh, some small number of people are born with faulty wiring that prevents them from developing empathy," but "some person chosen not quite at random, but almost, goes along with this crazy shit." How about the driver, who learned about the plan that night? The "mastermind" was in the house, calling them on her cell phone, right? So the fourth person, knowing two children are about to be murdered, could have said, look, guys, I'm driving us home, this is bananas. But no!
It is not rare to find sociopaths in small towns, but I've got to say it is odd that all four of them in this small town ended up working a job together. Mighty strange.
I find it really, really odd that if you were the accomplice in a murder that you did not plan, and were subsequently threatened by the killers to "stay quiet or get what's coming to you," that you would simply "try to act normal" and would not go tell the police. In fact, it's so odd that the state of Texas has laws against shit like that, laws where you might just end up in jail for 40 years or so for just, you know, trying to act normal.
And where do kids in rural TX get 'samurai swords,' anyway?
But every day there's a new thing comin'
The ways of an oriental view
The sheriff and his buddies
With their samurai swords
You can even hear the music at night
“My heart tells me there have been enough deaths,” Terry wrote in a letter to the Rains County district attorney, Robert Vititow, this past fall. “I want them, in this lifetime, to have a chance for remorse and to come to a place of repentance for what they have done. Killing them will not bring my family back.” He asked that Charlie Wilkinson and Charles Waid receive sentences of life in prison without parole.
He just is doing what he can to try not to look his monster of a daughter in the eye, and maintain this utter fiction that it was that rotten boy who made his precious angel go bad.BrotherCaine: Of course he is. I'm not sure denial makes him a douche though. The fact that the daughter he raised, and thinks of as a moral human being could do this is a hard thing for him to confront, and he sure as hell has paid in full already for his very minor human failings.
I believe that I'm a lot closer to recognizing the thin line between human and monster than most, and I think I'd probably have trouble thinking that someone I love could effect so monstrous a betrayal.
He just is doing what he can to try not to look his monster of a daughter in the eye, and maintain this utter fiction that it was that rotten boy who made his precious angel go bad.
A real model of christianity would have sought redemption and forgiveness, not 'life without parole'
his daughter will be eligible for parole with at least some life to life (at age 59), but the two boys will have life without any chance of parole
“I have worked with some good liars, but Erin was one of the best,” said Lewis, who has nineteen years’ experience counseling juvenile offenders. “She seemed totally sincere and genuine, and I would have put my license on the line to say that she was telling me the truth. She spoke with tears in her eyes—‘God will save me. He knows I’m innocent.’ I cried every time I left her jail cell.”
« Older Pencil Rebel... | The long-beaked echidna:... Newer »
This thread has been archived and is closed to new comments
Buy a Shirt