His was a hard life to defend. Because he was such a monster, it wasn't too surprising to watch the crowds of illiterate death-mongers gather outside the gates of San Quentin, where Harris was killed. But when it came time to kill Karla Tucker, it was shocking to watch the same goons gather outside Huntsville, screaming and laughing like demented hyenas. Of course, I shouldn't have been so shocked and horrified. It didn't matter that Karla Tucker had apologized and found Jesus and was ready to die peacefully, or that the killing went off like clockwork.
Every execution is a monstrosity, a horrible crime piled atop a horrible crime.
This is your right. Oh, good Jesus, Richard. You poor, poor man. That seems like a sad right to claim on a day as dark as this. That's nonsense, and it's revolting nonsense on a day like this.