Will there be justice for Alanna Gallagher–the girl in a tarp?

I have been waiting for news about Alanna Gallagher, and now I know her name.

Her body was found bound and nearly naked in a tarp dumped on a suburban street.

The children who found her thought she was discarded trash.

The person who did this to her treated her like garbage. Worse than garbage.

Her name and precious little face add further dimensions to a brutal murder. I am grateful that there is a reward for information and I am grateful that the FBI is involved, but I have to raise my usual lament–

A beautiful child was tortured and murdered and she is not news to you, to us, to our country.

The truth is our country is accustomed to the brutal murders of children. What’s one more?

What’s one more to you?

You gonna do something about it? Are the women of Texas? Is Wendy Davis?

When one human life is devalued, so are all the rest.

At the Saginaw Intersection

The last article I posted was heartbreaking–this blog post gives more information and is unbearable.

No one should treat another human being with that kind of savage cruelty.

All we have to look for a–a red truck with a paint splotch.

So start looking. This little girl deserves justice. The children who found her will need help to carry this terrible memory.

And none of us are safe.

Senator Davis–please.

This is on your doorstep, your watch. Do something—poor little one

I know you will say what every other elected official has said to me about the dangers our children face–

it is not my issue.

Make it your issue. Please do something to bring about justice for this poor child. Justice for her and protection for all our little ones.

Please. I am begging you.

Little Pink Sneakers

Let me say this straight off–I am a disenfranchised Texan. This happened several years ago at the end of a long and fruitless battle to keep children safe from identified sex offenders.

But last night helped.

I applaud every elected official who stood up for children’s rights in Texas last night.

Funny how the national press has focused on Senator Davis’ shoes. I focus on Ernest Hemingway’s. I have always loved the story of the six-word short story, not so much because it had to be Papa who told it, but because my heart has been broken more than once by the shoes never worn by babies–babies I lost to miscarriages or adoptions. I miss the children who should have worn the shoes.

Over 84 thousand babies lost their lives last year in Texas. Too many empty pink sneakers.

If you think that is a tragedy there is something you can do–

Trace the outline of a pair of baby shoes on a piece of paper and send it to Ms. Davis.

A six-word story is amazing. A picture is worth a thousand words. But the world entire is in the eyes of a child.

Speak for those who have been silenced.

No Justice for Jada

Another story you don’t want to read–an innocent child abused to death by drug addicts but the court vacates a legitimate sentence of murder because they do not see sufficient intentionality?

Are they crazy?

Nope.

In fact, they are being highly pragmatic. They are reflecting the value of a single child’s life in our culture. How much is Jada’s suffering and death and the lies told to cover her murder worth to you?

Make some noise. Justice for Jada.

Cherish Perrywinkle

From the beginning her name was spelled wrong–Charish, Peri- and Perri all were thrown into the horrifying chronology of a little girl taken and murdered.

I first saw “Charish Periwinkle” and have not changed it on my original post. I have not edited that post for several reasons–it reflects the tumult of hours in which there was a report, an Amber alert, a traffic stop, an arrest, a missing child, and then a confirmed tragedy.

If you go back a bit you might say the tragedy started May 31, the day Donald Smith was released from jail–seemingly without restrictions. Or more than a year before, when a court of law sentenced him very lightly for yet another egregious felony after over 30 years of dangerous aggressions toward young children.

The story says nothing about how the state or the country expected this predatory man to avoid his dark actions.

No one but his neighbors and his victims really cared about that.

And yet now we know what should have been addressed before–he was always capable of monstrous harm.

And now we have just a name–Cherish means to greatly love, prize, or esteem and yet she was not cherished by the man who treated her like a cast-off rag doll.

And I still maintain–if we cherish our children we will do something to ensure that every child is safe–at a dollar store, a Walmart, a McDonalds–each symbols of our drive-by, fast-food culture.

Now symbols of everything that can go wrong in the life of a dear little girl named after love and flowers.

Do you care about Charish Periwinkle?

The story is unbearable. You want to look away. Not read it. Unthink it. Yell to the hapless mother–if he fricking wants to buy the kid a snack he can bring it to her in a to-go bag!!!!

You want to just write the story off–idiot mother!

I say this because I was the idiot mother. Now I am the nearly-friendless mother. I don’t have a social life because too often I have told the story of how I trusted an honor roll high schooler with my kids and it cost us.

I want to make a bet with you–

If you have kids you trust them around someone you shouldn’t. Whether you want to face it or not: we all know pedophiles.

They don’t all resort to murder, but they all kill. They kill innocence and communities and faith.

Whatcha gonna do about it? Go get a snow cone? Read about North West?

How about not calming down? How about making some noise? If the flipping NSA can troll the net for terrorists shouldn’t they throw a few tax dollars at keeping a 9 year old safe from the bad guys they already know about?

Ten a Day

I do believe all crimes against children are under-reported. I know because even the cases that get reported do not go down the wormhole of additional victims.

So I have been going along with the standard figure for death-by-child-abuse in the US–5 a day.

Today I read that figure should be double–ten children a day die from child abuse a day in America.

Mind boggling.
Incomprehensible.

Or…
One kindergarten class every 2 days.
A basketball team a day.
70 a week…3 thousand 6 hundred 50 a year die…

Are murdered…
And we…
Do nothing.

Slaughterhouse Delicacy

So. I gather from social media there is a trial going on.

Kermit Gosnell and his employees are on trial for a variety of interesting (and thoroughly ghoulish) crimes. What has struck most of us is how quiet this story is. Really? Obama’s taxes are more news-worthy than butchering live babies for profit?

I tracked down one late-breaking article and was amazed by the delicacy of the description. These people were in the business of murdering viable babies and the language is confined to the equivalent of an embroidery lesson. Snip? Snip what, pray tell?

Poor little ones. Even now their squalid murders are treated with a subtle linguistic delicacy. You may be sure their deaths were anything but a sewing lesson.

The article exonerates the employees of this “clinic” by claiming they could not find other jobs. I am positive that was a defense in post-war Europe. What to do when only Auschwitz is hiring?