Monday, October 08, 2007
J.D. Roy Atchison, federal judge, now dead by his own hand, as they say, hanging himself after getting caught travelling to Detroit with the intent to have sex with a five year old girl whose mother was pimping her out over the internet, but in fact was a Detroit cop posing as such, now has not garnered a lot sympathy. The details of the case are lurid -- on his flight, he carried a Dora the Explorer doll, some cheap hoop earrings, and a jar of petroleum jelly. There could be no mystery to his intent. Some of the articles I have read say that he was a good father, a girl's soccer coach (shudder!), a loving husband, that he did a lot of good, put a lot of bad guys away. That now he won't be remembered for anything else except the Dora doll. Which leads me to wonder how often we'll see this fall from grace -- people in positions of power, the camera on us while they do their evil in the dark. How strong the desire must be for someone to risk everything, to believe that they had found a mother willing to sell her daughter (make no mistake, there are plenty of those out there, but to trust someone on the internet about this seems to be the height of stupidity), and to fly from Florida to Detroit to fulfill his fantasy.
I can't say that I'm surprised he killed himself. His trial would have been vicious, the sentencing no doubt would have resulted in his death. Judges don't fair well in prison, nor do pedophiles. This is a man who spent his life judging other people, sentencing them for their sins. What's sad is that I can't imagine that people didn't know about him. We always knew the pedophile in the neighborhood -- ours was the next door neighbor who was a mortician. After a long time, he went to prison for abusing his granddaughters. Nobody had the moral fortitude to stop him. In AA they say, We are as sick as our secrets. But what if it's an open secret that's gone on for a long time? A friend of mine used to say about someone repellent, There's nothing wrong with him that a good hanging wouldn't cure. I suppose sometimes it's a mercy to others when we fashion the noose ourselves and spare the court system the trouble.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?" Jeremiah, Chapter 17
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