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Twenty five years ago a young woman, a childhood friend as dear to me as my own sister, was brutally beaten, raped and murdered. Twenty five years ago, our family(my family intermingled with her family) drove this bright promising young woman up to Iowa City, so she could attend the University of Iowa. Three weeks later, she was dead, dead at the hands of a neighbor who lived just a few doors down.
At the time I was, and still am, against the death penalty. But her brutal murder shook me to the core. I didn't want state sanctioned murder, I wanted to be given five minutes alone in a locked room with her murderer. I fully, viscerally understood the blood hate, the need for revenge, the call for blood justice for the victim, my dear sweet friend.
But at the time, Iowa didn't have the death penalty, and as my blood lust cooled, I recognized that was a good thing. Not that her murderer didn't deserve death, but rather my friend's life shouldn't be tarnished with the death of another human being, no matter how despicable it was. And I, I didn't need to add the weight of his blood on my hands to the grief that I still carry.
Her murderer is securely locked up in the Iowa State Penitentiary, where he will remain for the rest of his life. I know that his life is not a pleasant one, and that is justice. He will have no chance to rape or murder another young woman. Perhaps he will even change himself, better himself, but I really don't care. He is nothing to me now, irrelevant to all the good memories I have of my dear friend.
My convictions concerning the death penalty went through a trial by fire, but emerged in the end more solid than ever. The death penalty is wrong, it is nothing more than state sanctioned murder, and as Ghandi once said, an eye for an eye soon makes the whole world blind. My family and I are not blind, we still have clear visions of our dear sister, and celebrate her life free from the taint of the barbaric justice of the death penalty.
No matter the case, no matter the situation, however heinous, the death penalty is wrong. It is a blemish on the life of the victim, and a blood burden upon all of us. And as we see with the case of Troy Davis and others, there are far too many times when the blood of innocents is added to the burden that we as a nation carry.
It is time to stop this brutal practice, to fulfill our potential as a truly wise, compassionate, and just nation.
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