The trial began yesterday in Las Vegas for Dom's murder 14 months ago, 6 defendants, varying culpability. Lindsey's testimony -- the only eyewitness -- begins this morning. She said it's been intense listening to the defendants' details about the night they robbed her and her boyfriend and then shot him on his front lawn. Partying ... going to McDonalds ... turning left into a quiet neighborhood instead of going straight ...
I bet it's intense.
She didn't want me to fly out, so I'm working in Wilmington. I googled for news, but found nothing. It's odd to be so close to a ridiculous, senseless, life-changing homicide while the world goes on without a glance over its shoulder. On one hand I'm guilty, too: Linds and I occasionally admit it's weird that we don't much care about this criminal case, indifferent to "justice," not thirsty for vengeance. Doesn't seem like a good place to invest our time and energy, preferring a forward view that widens the distance between now and that past moment.
But it is also a dangerous thing when a person -- any person -- is violently killed for any reason and the world does not pause consciously enough to ensure such a thing never happens again.
