I’m watching the press release about the aurora Theater Shooting. As I sit at my desk, James Egan Holmes was sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.
Meanwhile, my forensic tests might not be favorable. I don’t know why, but I’m not sure about a feedback session. But I do know one thing, one burden off my chest. Holmes will not die at least, but the jury could not reach a unanimous decision to kill him. Sadly, Mr. Holmes is one of thousands of mentally ill patients who sit in prisons all over the United States.
One thing I really liked about the defense attorney, Tamara Brady, was that she tackled the whole thing well. She said that the execution of a mentally ill person is downright medieval. HEr words were so emotionally charged. She said clearly that the source of evil is not schizophrenia. He got life, but there is something about the death penalty that bothers me.
Remember Troy Davis? He was executed due to color barriers. Color of skin sometimes dictates, and I’m not saying always, the status of American people and their ability to make money. It has been scientifically and empirically studied and observed again and again that beauty as set by social standards gets you a better court sentence. While Holmes was white, there are still a lot of African American prisoners on death row for reasons unknown to us. In the South, a region made infamous for lynchings of those who are nonwhite, Troy Davis, a black man, was wrongfully executed. Wrongful death sentences are all around us, and that’s what bothers me about the death penalty.
I’m relieved that this whole thing is over.