We, the comrades of Unit 1012: The VFFDP,
have a message for the mother of the victim, Ann Pace. We empathize and
sympathize with you for the loss of your daughter, Charlotte Murray Pace. We comfort you and hope
you can continue to fight for justice. Similar to you, Ann Pace, we show
support to all victims and their families who want justice done. We do respect
and love some of your news letters on the internet.
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SOURCE: http://www.clarionledger.com/story/opinion/columnists/2014/05/30/pace-society-forgets-murder-victims/9800909/
Society forgets murder victims
By Ann Pace
10:33 p.m. CDT May 30, 2014
The awareness
of or concern for actual victims dissolves like images in sand on a beach at
high tide.
Today — May 31 –— is 12 years to the
day since my daughter was murdered by a serial killer, a serial killer who
continues to be the focus of those dedicated to “saving him.”
Though 12 years is a relatively long
time, my daughter still seems so very close to me, to us. She will always have
her own space in our hearts. I think of it as a sacred space that memory allows
for love.
These years have offered insights I
might not have chosen had there actually been a choice. Today, after reading
yet another article about controversy surrounding lethal injection, I thought
again about the preoccupation of many with the offender, particularly the death
row offender. I continue to be amazed by the logical disconnections associated
with murder, specifically by the transformation of public attitude that often
occurs with even the most lethal and horrific of offenders over the course of
their incarceration.
Time provides distance to those not
personally caught in the web of cascading shock and cruelty that murder weaves
around those it touches. Distance from the details of such an event creates a
philosophical disconnect enabling us to consider the event “objectively.” I
imagine that such considerations are like thinking about war as history without
ever having experienced the immediate horror and loss of front-line conflict.
The two experiences are very disparate.
Offenders become the focus of
idealistic groups who apparently are compelled to try to serve, to amend or to
save them. These offenders, these destroyers of persons, become fascinating
objects of affection for besotted, ill-advised admirers. News sources and
would-be novelists clamor to tell their stories.
In the course of a murderer’s
incarceration a subtle attitudinal shift begins to take place among those doing
“the good” as a perception of the murderer as lethal offender gradually
transforms into a perception of the offender as victim.
The awareness of or concern for actual
victims dissolves like images in sand on a beach at high tide. Their presence,
their voices, their lives are silent as they cede the floor to those who
destroyed them. The offenders enjoy a public reassessment in their favor and
seem to attract multiple advocates who support endless appeals, ardent prayers
and ever-expanding privileges.
I agree with T.S. Eliot that “half the
harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important.
They don’t mean to do harm — but the harm does not interest them ... because
they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves.”
Ann Pace is a
Jackson resident and mother of Charlotte Murray Pace, who was killed in Baton
Rouge.
