“The message is that no matter how good you become, they still crush you. This guy couldn’t have got any better.”
A man was killed in my, and your, name today.
His name is Stanley Williams.
He may not have been a good man, he may not have been a bad man, but he sought personal redemption and was rewarded with murder at the hand of the state. He lived and breathed, and his death was carried out on an organized schedule. He was murdered in a small green room, which originally served as a gas chamber. He was injected with sodium pentothal, pancuronium bromide, and potassium chloride, and then he died. He devoted the last twelve years of his life to ending violence, and met a violent end. The man or woman behind a wall who murdered him will probably not face penalties for their action, because they were only following orders (though the Geneva Convention dismissed that excuse, and Lawrence Mosqueda says that we have “a moral obligation to disobey all unlawful orders”). The time is now to consider a moratorium on the death penalty, not just in California, but nation wide, because it is wrong to murder, and two wrongs do not make a right.
Are you angry?
You should be.