AlterNet: The Hospice Raid and the War on Drugs

SO the idiot president wants to have a war on the homeland
too. war, war, war.

i have much to write about...spent a couple hours in the
lawyer's office checking out the file on the civil case.
already it's close to two feet high. i only had enough
time to review three of five or so file folders containing
the voluminous stack...and i have some questions for the
attorney, one deposition to read. based on just the documents
i reviewed today, i am requesting upwards of 26 million dollars
as compensation for the loss of the priceless.

i'd rather have bekah. always. and this civil suit does not,
even if i end up collecting millions of dollars, make up for
the travesty of justice that was the result of bekah's killer's
criminal case. having said that, i'll admit this: i want
to break her, and her husband [who walked outside, turned
the dome light off in the wrecked car that sported bits
and pieces of my daughter all over it, went back in the
house, gave his wife a pill and went to sleep with her].
want them to be as broken as my life...i cannot erase them
the way she erased bekah. i recognize that if the suit is
successful bekah will still be dead and i will still be
mourning her loss.

but that's what i want anyway. as i told my lawyers, "what
i want is for her to move out of prison into a cardboard
box." she does not deserve an ocean-view home, not when
bekah's underground, boxed, shrouded, and probably nothing
but bones by now...

no that body is not bekah. those bones are not my little
girl. but i still like going to the cemetery to be close
to the bones of my little girl. and i still lament the loss
of her life. the money is for the living and i suppose
it makes living easier [having been so poor for so long
i cannot say that with authority].

but my true riches were and remain my children, my love. and i can still write. so there :)
- posted by barbara @ 9/26/2002 11:57:00 PM