Spent a few moments this morning, and throughout most of the day, thinking about the events that unfolded on this day ten years ago. Where I was. What I was doing. What I thought and felt those first few seconds as I watched the now unforgettable images (we all know what they were) on the television screen.
While I don’t purport to understand the mysteries of a mother’s love, and certainly sympathize with her tragic loss; I’m finding it difficult to agree with her contention that her son was the victim.
Maybe a twelve year old who, out of curiosity, had mistakenly fallen prey to a widely known synthetic hallucinogen that mimics the effects of cocaine or methamphetamines(which they could legally purchase from a corner store) would have been a victim. But not a twenty-nine year old man who should have been, and was by all accounts, aware of the risks. He was not the victim here. He was the abuser.
I wish the bereaving mother had succeeded in getting her son into a rehab. Perhaps, then and there, they could’ve gotten to the root cause of, and the fix for, whatever was ailing him. Moreover; I wish the law, PA Senate Bill 1006, that made the sale of this toxic waste illegal had taken effect immediately, instead of sixty days after its signing. It would have been a clear violation of his parole.
Because it wasn’t, the police had no legal grounds upon which to arrest him. And because they couldn’t; a known drug abuser had the licensure to abuse his drug of choice, and the real victims became a women who was taken hostage by her own son in her own home, a State Trooper who was shot in the head, and the police officers who were forced to shoot and kill a twenty-nine year old man who I’m certain had no idea of what he was doing.
Oh yeah! And anyone else who’s anxiously waiting for August 23rd!