While reading a book entitled Evil - Inside Human Violence and Cruelty, by Roy F. Baumeister, I was horrified by the story of a particularly despicable villain by the name of Nathan McCall. Apparently he had written a book called Makes Me Wanna Holler, in which among other things he had detailed his commission of terrible crimes. McCall, as a teenager, belonged to a youth gang. He had -- before the age of 18 -- participated in several near-murders of white boys who wandered into "his" neighborhood, and the gang rapes of several black girls (one only 13), both classes of crime essentially without provocation. Then he had gone on to bigger things, including attempted murder with a deadly weapon and armed robbery.
Now, I was curious about the fate of such a monster, especially one who had written a memoir confessing such foul deeds. I hoped, of course, to hear that he had written the book from prison, and that he was still serving time -- the better for the safety of the State of Virginia, and indeed of all decent folk everywhere.
Imagine my horror when I learned that he had been paroled early and was now enjoying a successful career as a reporter for the Washington Post (
http://www.answers.com/topic/nathan-mccall). The book, of course, was full of explanations of how he had been victimized by society, and how the horrible suffering he had inflicted on so many innocents was important simply as part of his voyage to self-discovery and quest for racial justice.
This piece of human filth even has a website (
http://www.nathanmccall.net/), though, interestingly enough, not one listing his place of residence or allowing unscreened e-mails (gee, I wonder why). And of course, he's lionized by most of the liberal establishment (though not by some feminists, who have the temerity to believe that perhaps it's not ok to gang-rape young girls as part of one's voyage of self-discovery -- the racists!), and petted by them only more eagerly as he rants about the evils of Whitey (he is, of course, an anti-white racist).
It's not that this sort of thing is new. It dates back at least to the vile Eldridge Cleaver (I don't care that he switched sides, his crimes were unforgivable) and many other villains, including William Ayers, who is the Messiah-in-Chief's ghostwriter. But something about this struck me as particularly terrible -- I'm not sure why.
I hope that his world ends one day when one of his former victims shows up on his doorstep with a revolver and absolutely no concern for what happens next, but such justice only happens in pleasanter tales than reality.
Thoughts?