I have had quite a lot of time to myself lately. I’ve been told I have been an inspiration to some. I’ve been told I am “boring” by others. I have been threatened with adult protective services by those who think they know better than me, and I have had to think things through so I know that they don’t.
This stroke has been a gift because it put me on my back and has forced me to review my life and determine if it has been worthwhile. The answer to that question is of course “yes”, but it is conditional on how it ends.
It makes some people nervous when I say this, but I figure I have seven years remaining in my life. Seven years to do what I intend to do. Seven years to be remembered as a particular kind of person.
I have decided to dedicate the remainder of my life to juvenile parricides. Some people–people whose lives I would NOT like to be living–think I’m crazy. I don’t give a damn what they think. That’s why I’m here and not someplace where the opinions of others hold more sway.
I have come to the strategic conclusion that we must devote a greater proportion of our effort to DIVERSION; that parricides are not criminals, but survivors, a breed apart; that once a case goes to court we are screwed, that the child will be punished for the parent’s sins; that maybe the best that can be done for the accused parricide is to be waiting for him or her when released by the state.
I am not throwing in the towel, but recognizing that cases like Paul Henry Gingerich’s are an aberration. Cases like Jordan Brown’s are more typical.
The system will do the wrong thing if left to its own devices. You can count on the system’s dysfunction.
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