Just some thoughts on this dreary, cold day.
It is hard when loved ones die from disease or old age. It is horrible when loved ones die from an accident. It is devastating when loved ones are killed by others. Those left behind always seem to have a feeling of guilt, but that’s mainly from being helpless. I’ve said on this blog many times that death does not discriminate. It doesn’t care about age, gender, or the color of skin. Money might buy medical care to extend life, but it cannot bribe death when the time comes. That sense of helplessness runs deep.
When loved ones are killed, people look to the justice system. The only comfort that comes from that is the sense of juries and judges acknowledging right from wrong. However, what juries hear and see is painted by their own hearts and minds. People are not computers programmed to process data without bias.
There are times when there are no words sufficient in bringing comfort to the hurting, to those who have lost loved ones, the ill, the tired. There are times when I feel that there must be more – something I can do, and not merely say. If I had the power of resurrection, I would walk through the hospitals, the morgue, the graveyards, calling out names and saying, “Come forth.”
Today, because I feel that there are no words sufficient to directly comfort the living, I will address their loved ones who have gone on. Read the rest of this entry
When policemen break the law, then there isn’t any law – just a fight for survival. Billy Jack
(Hat Tip to Joseph Norton for the following case)
She has a name; Patricia Cook. She was killed in Culpeper, Virginia on February 9, 2012.
Patricia was 54 years old. No one knows why she was in the parking lot of Epiphany Catholic School, but while there, she was approached by Culpeper Police Officer Daniel Harmon-Wright. Officer Harmon-Wright said he received a call of a suspicious vehicle.
Wright fired two shots into Patricia’s vehicle. The first two rounds, fired at point-blank range, tore into Cook’s face and arm. Patricia managed to drive away, but Harmon-Wright did not stop shooting. He shot Patricia 5 times; a round entered her brain, and the another round severed her spine and veered into her heart.
Harmon-Wright claimed that he shot Patricia in self-defense, opening fire after Patricia rolled up her car window, catching his fingers inside the car window and dragging him as she drove off. An eyewitness said otherwise; that Patricia had rolled up her car window before shots were fired. The evidence asked the logical question of how Harmon-Wright’s hand was caught in the window since he shot through the window of Patricia’s vehicle. Read the rest of this entry