All the conversations and op-eds and breast-beating about the recent slaughter in Aurora, Colo., ignores the monster behind all these tragedies. Maniacs, screwed-up kids, violent and sick people commit these atrocities, which violate the social contract, and the people with the power to do something about it ignore the source of these events — weapons of destruction in the hands of the people who bring tragedies to their fellow citizens.
CARDINAL’S AIDE IS FOUND GUILTY IN ABUSE CASE
SANDUSKY GUILTY OF SEXUAL ABUSE OF 10 YOUNG BOYS
These two headlines led the front page of last Saturday’s New York Times. Readers had followed the two stories for years, repulsed but fascinated by stories of vulgar crimes by trusted representatives of respected institutions — the Catholic Church and Penn State University. Both institutions failed their constituents to protect the institutions from embarrassments.
With 95 percent of black homicides committed by other blacks, the Congressional Black Caucus members are offering a resolution to honor Trayvon Martin.
For what, being killed? Are we going to honor every victim now, or just every black victim, of a purported interracial crime?
The CBC time would be better spent engaging issues of gang warfare, drugs, black youth unemployment, than eulogizing Trayvon Martin and trying to make him a heroic symbol.
As a show of solidarity with Trayvon Martin, many people wore hoodies to church yesterday.
Church is suppose to be a place of reverence. A place where God is worshiped, and not a place where we honor the concerns of men above those of God.
There is no question that there was an injustice in the case of Martin, and there are appropriate forums for true justice. To denigrate the house of God for any reason is unjustified and continues to downplay the importance of true faith in our society.
It is an obvious pollution of our justice system that George Zimmerman is allowed to walk the streets as a free man.
Anyone with a modicum of common sense, after listening to the tapes, can only conclude that Zimmerman committed murder in the first degree.
How could Sanford, Fla., law enforcement officials not have arrested this menace to society?
When I was involved in prison-reform efforts with ex-offenders, as an activist in courts and as a critic in articles and books decades ago, I was surprised to find that conservative judges were better at enforcing change than liberals. They were, it seemed, more comfortable exercising power once they were convinced of the injustices demonstrated.
That irony — one would presume that liberals were more humane — was apparent again recently when reports showed that conservative states had cut prison populations by way of programs diverting prisoners, in appropriate cases, to community-based programs rather than incarceration. The motives were founded on economic grounds; the costs of incarceration were escalating with no reduction in crime rates to warrant them. The wisdom of the result is more important than the ground for getting to it. So we should celebrate getting to a better place in the criminal justice system.
Soon Casey Anthony will be a wealthy woman while her child, with her mouth and nose closed shut by duct tape, her body stuffed in a bag with vermin eating at her corpse, rests in peace, in heaven, with God.
Once again, crime pays. Nobody will be punished for the death of this child. But who was punished for their role in the scandals on Wall Street? Who will go to jail for them? Who was punished for committing what is now agreed was illegal torture? Who will go to jail for that? I could go on. You get the idea.
Do we yet have another O.J. Simpson-like case in which someone who is obviously guilty walks free, to the dismay of so many?
The little that we do know as fact is confounding at best. The mother does not report her child missing for a month; that in and of itself is unimaginable. When it finally is reported, she relates that the child was abducted by a housekeeper who does not exist, then it somehow becomes her wealthy boyfriend who abducted the child — until it becomes clear that he did not exist.
Say what you like about Whitey and Catherine, but they went in the right direction, to southern California. And in the end they made a handsome couple in that excellent and iconic courtroom drawing, their final portrait together; Whitey Bulger with that distinguished beard, like a South Boston white-trash Lawrence Ferlinghetti, his handsome mistress framed slightly behind and to his creative left side. The west is the best, and the best final destination for those of us who, like Whitey’s family and mine and Tip O’Neill’s and five generation of Kennedys, lived virtually on the same block since we arrived from Ireland these last 150 years.
Whitey’s epic journey might well be the last for the Southie Irish and all of Europe’s “huddled masses” who made the Atlantic crossing. It might even mark the end of Europe, as long-term economic forecasters have been suggesting; the final death cough of life as we learned it in Europe: 500 years, described by Jacques Barzun from “Dawn to Decadence,” with Whitey and Catherine at the very end sunning in Santa Monica.