April 19, 2013
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The Hunt Is On!
We are shown pictures this day of those who are apparently the evil beings of those who planted the bombs which killed and maimed the best of citizens at The Boston Marathon, and I expect they will be the sort of people, not too unlike Timothy McVeigh who was put to death, and who never apologized for killing all of the people and the little children in the Oklahoma Murrow Building bomb blast, and I want to make it clear that it is my own personal belief that a society who kills those who have murdered is committing the same horrible sin. I do not doubt that there is so much more known by the FBI and all agencies involved, for in that area of Boston, there are apt to be cameras everywhere, and the worst fear is that even more people will die, for these criminal maniacs did not have enough time to cover their tracks. I write many things, and I believe that I could write about murder, but I do not know that I could go that deeply in to the mind of a psychopath, for I just do not think of evil and horrible ways of changing the world everyday. When one even thinks innate objects absorb feelings, “Oh, I need to use that silverware tonight, or it may feel too useless to me.” I do not know what kind of person takes on these qualities, but a friend and I laughed a long time ago, for it turns out that she believed the same thing, so when you say, “You are as dumb as a box of rocks,” go easy for my box of rocks might just come after you. It is really no different than a child who just knows their toys will be sad if they do not get a visit from a certain little friend when they wake up in the morning, so I am not one who could make a judgment that someone should die.
Timothy McVeigh, to my knowledge was put to sleep, and it was no different other than the chemical which stopped him from taking a last breath which was his life’s end, and I felt so hurt that day, because we gained absolutely nothing, and those looking from the viewing gallery and calling that justice, closure, and all of these words which can have great meaning but are tossed around like a volleyball by those who have heard them so many times from the O. J. trial to the people who want to be in a chamber to make certain someone died for the heinous sin which they committed. Death is simply too easy.
I believe as a San Franciscan that every one should have a tour of Alcatraz, for one can go through and get some feeling before the tour is over of what it would be like to live in prison in a miserable place for all of the days of your life, and if people took the tours, both day and night — I believe they would come back believing that there is some living far worse than dying, but they closed Alcatraz, and to my understanding, most prisoners have both television as well as exercise yards, and three meals per day — even if it is not restaurant quality. A level of cleanliness is expected, and they have a toilet to sit on, sheets are on bed frames in most places, but this is life day in and day out. Prison libraries are used by some to help them pursue degrees, but then, there was Alcatraz. It is freezing, damp, and the worst punishment was when San Francisco was throwing a party as on New Years Eve, and here, they sat on, “The Rock,” as Alcatraz was called. They knew they would never know such joy again if they were lifers.
A society which answers murder with the right to be murdered or who kills refuse human beings before they even see a court room has done nothing to curtail the on-going insanity of murder which just feeds on its own tail, the snake, the lizard, what ever you want to call death. People who blow up other people to bits are certainly not going to be too curtailed by the fact you are going to have a shoot out, for I think they think dying is going to make their followers see them as heros and saints, that they died for whatever displaced and arrogant thoughts which they probably learned from radio talk show with people like Rush Limbaugh. I do not see these criminals as taken, for most think they are prepared to die. Alcatraz was a model of misery, and I am going to risk stating that prison for life in an institution known to be miserable and cold is apt to be a deterant to the heinous criminals that a quick death which they are promised, no matter how they wind up dying.
Maybe the time has come to find another place out in the middle of shark infested waters where there is no hope, where the ability to escape is even less likely than in Alcatraz but where hours and days become years, and the right of the families who have lost could come to see them and to scream at these immoral souls who kill among the most beloved of God’s children. As long as we are a society who believes in a murder for a murder, then we are as evil as the perpetuators, because we have broken first among the oldest and the great commandments, “Thou shalt not kill.” I was raised on that as were many of you, and even when I was a child to hear that someone was going to get the gas chamber, or they were going to the electric chair, I used to think that was just too easy for those who destroy life. If we catch these fellows tomorrow, they will not be taken alive, and so many will say, “Thank God that is over and done with?” For whom, the parents will never recover and many of the people will be tormented with the memory of a child, a lover, a sibling, or a parent until the end of days. What does killing do but make these idiots who murder the essence of folk heroes after they are executed, for some one else is going to be mourning the death of the person who lost their way of life.
I see Alcatraz as having been a model prison, but I did feel sorry for the vicious, “Bird Man,” who was so mentally ill that he needed to be a ward of the state. He was violent, devastatingly violent, but he was also pathetic, so should he have been in mental health care, or should he have been in the cold solitary confinement of Alcatraz. We are such a violent nation, and it is becoming worse, for sheer economics purposes. We closed down our best of the worst criminals over the face of our land. I propose to you that there is far worse punishment than death, that these people should go to prison and feel the humiliating of never having a day to scheme or plan again. I just have to ask, “How is it that having all of the essentials human being basically receiving comfort and treatment in sickness and in health being given three meals per day, a time to study and to read, but also receiving a life sentence with not chance of parole. I think we need stricter penal institutions and people put away for their evilness of death and zero compassion, for I can tell you that dying just feels alright, for they die, and people will write a dozen books about them and what lead to their death,
Let us see the vindication of these murderous souls as life, not the circle to death. Oh God would you help us to understand that murder begets even worse disease, and a crime so bold as this absolutely has no chance of sharing the lesson to the young that life has choices, and that murdering simply gives younger people the idea that the pain of loss is vindicated. Have mercy on the wounded souls, and have mercy on us; “Oh God,” that we tell the public the truth that killing criminals is just creating more criminals, to go out in a blazing gun battle with the innocent. Killing is far too easy on the hardest of hearts, so Sweet Lord of all, hear our prayers that this country gets out of the business of murder, for satisfaction for the relatives will pass over the sorrowful cry — That the criminal had little to lose, and less of a heart.// Always, Barbara Everett Heintz, writer of, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” the book available to Amazon, Kindle, and Create Space.
