julietsierra
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ORIGINAL: PrimitiveLogic Juliette...I think not only about past victims; but of the spiraling string of victims yet to be raped. I feel for the families of the perpetrators as many have no inkling of his behaviors until after the fact. All one need do is watch any of those catch the perv. sting on TV. They are more than a moth to the flame...they have the focus and behavior more like a salmon swimming to spawn. It is not a hobby, not an interest, not a need...it becomes an unquenchable thirst. I know. I respect a parent's horror. I'm right there - especially when I sit back and realize all the young girls he came in contact with and think, "what if it'd been MY daughter.." And then I think... how would I feel if he were my son? I don't think anyone's come up with the specific genus of such behaviors, so even though I've been a good mother, just how would I feel if that were my son? Would I be so willing to gloat that he was raped in prison? Would I be so all-fired anxious to consider euthenesia? There's lots of damage all down the line on both sides of the coin. I'm not trivializing any one person or family's trauma. I am however trying to remember that the perpetrators are human beings with families and loved ones that are affected not only by their actions, but also by what happens to them.. Therein lies my conflict when I realize I am displaying a decided lack of compassion for ANYONE'S problems in situations such as this - and especially when people start talking about euthenesia. I know that when this crime has touched your family, you want to just kill the person responsible - many times over and very slowly. But to sit back and logically discuss the merits of ending a life...it's not something I do glibly. And while I feel tremendously for the loss your daughter and your family has suffered, I do think that it's a significant conflict of interest when you are employed under the guise of offering treatment to the people you feel should just die. juliet
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