The Verdict is in...
Scott Peterson is guilty.
The thing that has stuck with me throughout the entire ordeal is the absolute fear that woman must have endured.
I remember being a pregnant woman. I remember feeling fiercely protective of the little life inside of me and knowing that I would fight to the death to protect it. I remember thinking how important it was to care for myself properly so that he could be cared for properly; I ate right, I exercised, I did everything to make sure he would be ok.
I wonder if the last thought that poor woman had was, "Oh no.....please...not my baby....."
It certainly would have been mine.
Only he knows for sure whether or not he's guilty, and if he is, I hope he rots. I don't support the death penalty in a case like this one. Let the bastard sit in a jail cell for the rest of his life. Make him write out a birthday card every year on his son's due date. Make him study lifespan development and do research on the milestones his son would hit. Make him face those grandparents who will never have the opportunity to meet their grandchild and who had their daughter stripped from their lives. Most importantly, make him sit in the dark of night with his own soul, his own knowledge, and his own demons.
Make him remember them.
The thing that has stuck with me throughout the entire ordeal is the absolute fear that woman must have endured.
I remember being a pregnant woman. I remember feeling fiercely protective of the little life inside of me and knowing that I would fight to the death to protect it. I remember thinking how important it was to care for myself properly so that he could be cared for properly; I ate right, I exercised, I did everything to make sure he would be ok.
I wonder if the last thought that poor woman had was, "Oh no.....please...not my baby....."
It certainly would have been mine.
Only he knows for sure whether or not he's guilty, and if he is, I hope he rots. I don't support the death penalty in a case like this one. Let the bastard sit in a jail cell for the rest of his life. Make him write out a birthday card every year on his son's due date. Make him study lifespan development and do research on the milestones his son would hit. Make him face those grandparents who will never have the opportunity to meet their grandchild and who had their daughter stripped from their lives. Most importantly, make him sit in the dark of night with his own soul, his own knowledge, and his own demons.
Make him remember them.