I'm writing a book (and, thus, trying to stay very disciplined on the long-write instead of the short-post-writes) but came upon this great TED presentation (thanks Janet!), perfect for both today's drafting and New Year's intention.
Antonio Tarrosa, age 19, was convicted of five charges, including first degree murder for killing Dom. The other five in the car plea-bargained. Today I am grateful Lindsey doesn't have to tell her story another time, doesn't have to sit in another courtroom, on another witness stand. The rest just feels so tragic and unnecessary.
Ironic that "conviction" means both finding guilt and a commitment to one's belief ... seems it's more like not really believing in anything, lost in an aimless night, awash in guns & stupidity and tacit acceptance of realities that don't serve us are the convictions we allow.
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.