Tuesday, April 23, 2002
Ruling shocks RPV family
I saw this story and just felt like calling the victim's family and saying, yes, i know just how you feel.
In CA justice is just as much a joke.
One of many causes I now espouse as a direct result of my daughter's terrible and tragic death is that of re-educating society regarding the machines we employ to go from one place to another. apparently we are so wedded to our cars that conventional wisdom holds that murder cannot be committed while driving.
Also we are apparently so committed to the freedom to get drunk that when a drunk uses a car to kill another human being it's like pulling teeth just to get the courts to view that killer's action as a crime.
People get real! Bekah was killed so violently that her family could never see her again. The damage done to my beautiful healthy daughter was so extensive that we were not even asked to identify her body. While we were up all night long trying to find a way to believe the impossible [our girl was dead], the person who killed her was asleep in her bed at home. Having sped without headlights on the wrong side of the street, having continued driving after Bekah's head shattered the windshield of her car right in front of her face, having dragged my daughter's helpless body some 80 to 100 feet and tearing her jacket into two pieces, having dumped bekah's body contemptuously in the median amid so much blood the stain was visible months later, bekah's killer went home and went to sleep.
She will be out of prison in two years. Bekah is dead forever and everyone who loves her is forever bereft. The two felonies for which Lynn Mary Woolever was found guilty do not count as violent crimes. WE COULD NOT VIEW OUR DAUGHTER'S DEAD BODY.
Go figure. And while you're at it, think about whether a car might be an effective murder weapon. Bekah's unviewable body lying in a huge pool of blood all alone, compared to a woman sleeping in her own bed after having killed her, tell me that the automobile should be the weapon of choice for anyone feeling particularly homicidal and yet not desirous of risking the consequences for committing a serious violent crime. And that is really fucked up.
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