a reply to: angus1745
Someone must have hurt you real bad to have all that rage inside.
Darynn Roof will most likely die. He has admitted killing nine people with a deadly weapon in a church based on their skin color. That's mass,
premeditated, aggravated murder with a deadly weapon, and also falls under the hate crime statute. In South Carolina, as I understand it, that's
almost a guarantee of the death penalty.
But he won't just die. First he'll sit there for years, with no one but his own demons to haunt him. One of those demons is that he failed. He wasn't
just trying to kill black people; he was after some sort of revenge for some perceived wrong that he thought all black people did to him. He wanted to
scare black people, he wanted to terrorize black people, he wanted to force black people to bow down in fear to him.
He didn't get those things.
Now he gets to live not just with the fact that he failed, but that he'll never get another chance to try again. He'll never again taste freedom.
He'll never again get to plot revenge. He'll never again see those he cares about... his family, his friends. He was picked up on his way to
Nashville, because he "had never been there." Now he never will be, nor will he get to go anywhere else. He's done.
And I won't lose a minute's sleep over the fact that he will endure this torment, or that he will in all likelihod die at the hands of the State. He
deserves it, and more. That's justice, at least as close as we can get. I also won't lose a minute's sleep hating him.
Forgiveness does not deny justice. It's not about Darynn Roof. It's about those good people who refuse to let him win. They refused to let him sit out
those years on Death Row satisfied that he had done what he wanted. They refused to hate white people because one white guy shot up their church. They
refused to let this pain fester and twist them from inside. And by doing so, they're no longer victims.
Strength doesn't come from muscles. True strength comes from inside. The people in that church are stronger than the strongest athlete.
Many years ago, there was a feud between the Hatfields and McCoys in Kentucky and West Virginia. It was called a "feud" because it was between two
families; had it been between two countries it would have been called a "war." It lasted for generations, with each side killing the other at every
chance. When it was finally over, no one could even remember that it all started over a dispute over a pig. All they could remember was hating the
That wasn't strength, my friend. That was foolishness.
I hope you can find peace before it's too late.