Ain't It the Truth?
Vol. 1:Fascination With Murder
Rooting for the bad guy! — or in some cases that have become more and more prevalent in American society, the bad girl. We've all been found guilty of it during some film or television drama: the vicarious moment where you find yourself hoping that the antagonist gets away with it and rides off into the sunset free of any comeuppance or punishment.
But what happens when we start to do it in reality? At what point do we stop and say that something is wrong and that there is no excuse for it? At what point is the person responsible for a crime held responsible? Could it be that a human is evil and not lonely? Sick but not depressed? When does murder become illegal in any form or fashion?
Let me start by saying I don't believe in accidents and I know a thing or two about someone getting away with killing someone else; I will leave it at that. But aside from accidents, we always look at the person's parents or their childhood while ignoring the person themself altogether. I also know a thing or two about having unconventional parenting and a rocky childhood and again, I will leave it at that. However, regardless of my upbringing or situations that could have been made more bearable with some decent parenting, I am not a murderer.
Now the stage is set for a couple of bona fide sociopaths at the center of this media frenzy (one of them a fine candidate to be the next Drew Peterson). His name you ask? Oscar “the Blade Runner” Pistorius: A man that went from handicap to Olympian to finally finding his niche as a cold-blooded murderer. What started off as a story of triumph and perseverance has now degenerated into one of the biggest falls from grace that the American public has witnessed in quite some time.
So first of all, we let this guy cheat and lose in the Olympics only to go on to kill his wife, right? And people are going to be sympathetic because we don't know how tough it must be to not have legs, right? I wonder if not having legs somehow affected his hearing to the point of not recognizing his own girl’s voice? (Or to simply look to see if she was in bed next to him). I didn't think so. If an attorney brings a shoe into the courtroom saying, "If the shoe doesn't fit, you must acquit," I think it will be time for me to give up on life, shortly after laughing hysterically at such a ridiculous spectacle because in this case (and the OJ, Casey Anthony and Jodi Arias cases), the shoe definitely fits.
Speaking of the devil (I literally mean the devil), the Jodi Arias murder trial mirrors the ridiculousness of everything I’ve been ranting about above. This transparent psycho-killer’s story has changed three times thus far and she is still clinging to her last desperate attempt to play the domestic violence victim. If anyone is the domestic violence victim here, it’s her husband, Travis Alexander (now deceased, obviously), who had defensive wounds on his hands. Not only that, but the details are particularly gruesome as she stabbed Alexander 29 times, sliced his throat and shot him (the coroner believes the gunshot may have occurred after Alexander died). It doesn’t sound like a crime of passion. I would call it excessive or extreme, but I don’t think those words cut it.
Unlike the Casey Anthony case, Arias is doomed for a guilty verdict. There is no way she is going to beat all that evidence. The prosecution has enough DNA and witness testimony to execute her 20 times over. All the crocodile tears and rewording of alibis in the world won’t save her from the consequences of her heinous actions.
Although, in the court of law, anything is possible. Killers can go free, innocent men can be sentenced to death and true injustices can be carried out (ironically, in the name of justice itself). In high-profile cases like this, the courtroom has a way of becoming as lowbrow as reality television. Justice gets lost in the shuffle of the pageantry and America’s unrelenting fascination with death and morbidity. Each and every time this happens, the whole legal system becomes a joke without a punchline. What’s left is a murderer who is now a celebrity.
With all the Oscar fever still in the air from Academy Awards, it is inevitable for these trials (Pistorius and Arias) to get to that sensationalism pique. Murder fever is also in the air and my hat is off to Casey Anthony, Drew Peterson and the legendary Juice for their commendable performances in the past, but I sincerely hope the Academy doesn’t award the Blade Runner and Arias with a not guilty verdict this year.