*The original article that sparked this post can be found here.
Today something snapped in me. I read, for what seems to be the thousandth time, another news story about someone brutally torturing and murdering a child. I’m tired of being forced to understand the brutality of people.
This was the story of a dad who against his better judgement was forced by the courts to send his 4 year old to his brutal death at the hands of his mother’s boyfriend. The 4 year old knew the mother was unstable and begged not to go see her. What followed were beatings, brain damage, burnings, and eventually the death of the child on Mother’s Day. As if this wasn’t enough, the mother let the boyfriend hammer the child’s face in to make identification more difficult if the body was discovered.
There are grey areas in many crimes. A wife comes home to find her husband in bed with another woman, grabs a gun, then shoots him, that’s a grey area to me. It’s a crime of passion. She didn’t intend on shooting him when she got home early from work, it just quickly happened. There can at least be a little “He played the game and took his chance”.
My God though, these bastards who kill, rape, and torture children, I have no sympathy, understanding, or compassion for these people. There are individuals in our society that have proven they are beyond the boundaries of rehabilitation for their crimes. If you willfully, knowingly, brutalize a child, you’ve broken the unforgivable rule. There is no place for these people in society any more. There was a boundary that was knowingly crossed, and when it was, they should face the consequences, and not by rotting in prison.
Then again, it’s not going to change. We’ve become a very soft society, full of excuses for why people are the way they are. We’ve blurred the line between reasons and excuses for crimes. The past and present give reason for why people do the things they do, but shouldn’t excuse the actions.
God help that father who put his child on the plane, and knows that his little boy spent the last few days of his 4 years in pain, being tortured, wondering why his daddy wasn’t there to help him, and eventually dying on a day meant to celebrate his mother.