At what point has someone committed an act so heinous that they deserve the death penalty? Is it when they set off bombs at the finish line of the Boston Marathon, or when they run from the police officer that just pulled them over? Over the past few months and longer, there has been a lot on the news about police officers using excessive force that ends up killing an American citizen. Recently, there was an event where a cop, perused a man who ran from a car he pulled over, shot him multiple times in the back and then planted a taser on him so he could claim he feared for his life. People are saying that, if someone hadn’t been recording this event, the cop would have gotten away with it. I actually wonder if that was the nail in this guy’s coffin. Even with a camera recording, could he have gotten away with it if only he didn’t illegally plant evidence?
Death is said to be the greatest fear of the average person. I must not be average, then, because if someone held a gun to my head and tried to rape me, I would gladly take the bullet. Growing up, one of the nuggets of wisdom I received was to relax during a rape. If you fight back, you could die. If you just let it happen, you’ll live. That’s what’s most important, right? Well, I feel like that would work as well as ignoring my bullies worked. It wouldn’t.
At 11:55 am on October 8th, 2011, I was studying for a college paper. As always, I balanced this action with a healthy dose of Facebook. A cousin of mine suddenly sent me a short message. It was one of those short sentences that carry little meaning and, yet, seems to convey heavy emotion. It was as if my cousin was channeling her thoughts through virtual space so that I felt her emotions as I read.
Right around 8 pm tomorrow, I fully expect I’ll be crying my eyes out. While Glee as a TV show has fallen far from the greatness of the first couple seasons and while Finn was far from my favorite character, he and his actor, Cory Monteith, hold a special place in my heart. Continue reading We Say Goodbye