Pensive the Ludicrous wrote:
I don't think it can be said that you have an objection to the death penalty when you are willing to throw it to the wayside for something that happens often enough to where it becomes expected.
I don't think there's anything expected when something like this happens, but that's beside the point.
It's not the fact that it's a child murder that got me. I never believed that Andrea Yates should get death. Hell, I never believed she should even get prison. There was a clear case of mental illness there.
I think what got me is the fact that the child was
sleeping. If a parent snaps and kills their child when they're being exceptionally difficult to handle, I can see why that would happen. Not that it's not horrible and awful and a complete tragedy, but I can at least see where it comes from, because God knows there have been a couple times as a parent when I've had to physically leave the room in order to avoid doing or saying something I would regret later.
But this baby was
sleeping. I look at my little boy sleeping, and he's SO sweet and angelic and cuddly and trusting. Sometimes, I can just sit there and watch him sleep and be in complete awe of this little person I've made. I'm filled with peace and wonder (and, let's be honest, a good deal relief that I have a few minutes of quiet.) My mind fails to encompass the idea that someone can look at their baby in that state and somehow decide that they are going to kill him. And not JUST kill him, but suffocate him (which means eventually he's going to rouse at least partially and start struggling and be aware that his MOTHER, the person whom he trusts beyond all else, is doing something bad to him. I'm quite sure there was a moment when he opened his eyes and saw her there as he fought to breathe.
But it doesn't even end with that. Not only did that take place, but then she resuscitated him and did it AGAIN! And somewhere in between the first time and the second time, the pacifist part of my brain just curls into a ball and gives up on the idea of trying to understand or sympathize or show pity for her and instead lets the primal mama-bear "hurt my cub and I will eviscerate you with a single swipe of my massive paw" part of the brain have free rein.
So there it is--the fact that I can visualize with what I suspect is a fair degree of accuracy what happened while this act took place combined with my instincts as a mother makes for an utter inability to feel any inclination toward mercy or understanding when I read about this particular incidence.