what i mean by justice

[barbtries]

i have a blog. it began in 2002, less than one year following my daughter's death, but after - by a couple months, i guess - the sentencing of her killer.

through the years of the blog i have unfortunately had too many opportunities to create posts such as this one, inspired by a local news story:

Hawthorne man gets 14-year sentence in hit-and-run death

something like this would have been more like it. bekah's killer, who pled to greater felonies than this defendant (i'm not looking it up so check me if i'm mistaken about that) - felony vehicular manslaughter with gross negligence while intoxicated and felony hit and run - got four years.

in other words, the smallest sentence available for those felonies. not the most just; certainly not
the most time. he could have given her 15 years. go figger.

her brother's tattoo.



so on my blog i often say - and i bit my figurative tongue over there, but will share it here and now - that my daughter was not chopped liver. not chopped liver!