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Wednesday, December 16, A.D. 2009
Requisite Vengeance

I found out on Auster’s site that a court in Florida sentenced another juvenile to thirty years in prison for a gruesome gang rape that occurred in West Palm Beach two years ago. Three other participants in the crime have already been sentenced to life in prison. There were several other boys involved, but I do not know if the police have been able to identify or charge them.

The annals of justice are replete with horrible crimes, but I found this particular act so revolting and disturbing that I fault the Florida court for not having sentenced the boys to death. Florida maintains capital punishment, and if this crime is not a capital offense, then the law is unjust.

If you have the stomach for it, you may read a detailed account of the crime on People You’ll See in Hell, “Gang Rape In Dunbar Village In West Palm Beach, Florida.”

On the 18th of June in 2007, at 9 in the evening, a 35-year-old woman came home to her apartment in the Dunbar Village housing project in West Palm Beach, Florida. She had just finished up a long day of delivering telephone books and she was tired.

She had immigrated to the United States in 2000 from Haiti with her then five-year-old son, hoping for a better life.

Before she went upstairs to bed, she and her son had started to make something downstairs in the kitchen for dinner when there was a knock at the door.

A young black male was at the door, his hair in braids. The teenager told her that her truck had a few flat tires and that she should come and look at them.

Following the apparent “good samaritan” outside, she hadn’t taken more than a few steps when three teenagers – all wearing masks and all carrying guns – pointed the weapons at her and told her to get back into her apartment.

They hit her, knocking her to the floor. They pushed her son down to the floor as well.

They demanded money, which she didn’t have.

Incensed at the lack of easy money in the apartment, the four boys beat the woman and her son, stripped the woman of her clothing, took her to the bedroom and raped her over and over, with each boy taking his turn.

Her son was held at gunpoint, forced to watch.

As they raped and sodomized her, she cried out in pain and fear.

Nobody came to help, not then, not when she heard her son cry out when they stripped him naked as well, sporadically breaking lightbulbs and plates on his head.

Up to five other teenagers did arrive, but they had come to join in on the raping and cruelty.

These other teenagers also raped and sodomized the woman, recording it all for posterity on a cell phone.

Eventually, after everyone had their turn with the woman in her upstairs bedroom, they brought her son upstairs at gunpoint. Holding a gun to the 12-year-old’s head, the gang forced his mother to perform oral sex on him.

It is unclear as to whether or not mother and son were forced to have sex with each other.

When everyone had finished abusing the woman sexually, they forced her into the bathtub, which they filled with vinegar and water. They poured common household cleaning products over her, such as hydrogen peroxide, rubbing alcohol, nail polish remover and ammonia-based cleaning solution.

Some ammonia was also thrown into her son’s eyes.

They forced a bar of soap into her vagina, hoping to remove physical evidence.

While they were doing this, the gang also threw ammonia into her son’s eyes.

After the group was convinced that they had disposed of the evidence, someone suggested setting the mother and her son on fire. After searching for – but not finding – a lighter, the group left, warning the pair that if they got out of the tub, they’d be killed.

30 minutes later, while the mother and her son were still in the tub, crying in pain, one of the teenagers returned to sexually assault the woman one more time. He wrote a man’s name and 6-CO – a different man and a different gang than the one that had gang-raped this family – on a piece of paper, telling her that he could be found on Sixth street.

As he left, he took the Playstation 2 with him.

The woman and her son stayed in the apartment for two hours after the attack. Nobody came to investigate the screams, nobody called the police for help.

Because their assailants had stolen their cell phone, their home phone and their fax machine, they were unable to call for assistance themselves.

It was a long walk to the Good Samaritan Medical Center, but they walked the mile together, two hours after the attack ended.

They were badly injured. The 12-year-old had to be immobilized for more than two days on his hospital bed, with bandages covering both eyes and a two-inch gash on the top of his skull.

There was a mild public outcry. [story continues]

I shudder when I think of this story. I feel wrath toward the criminals and pity for the victims. No pain or suffering would be too great for the monsters, and no solace could erase the trauma for the mother and her son. As she was an immigrant, I feel as the Greeks who called upon Zeus Xenios; woe to the city that permits its guests to be treated wrongly. American society inexcusably allows such savagery to fester among dysfunctional, poor blacks. For it has been cowed into inaction by Leftist anti-racists and apologists for crime so much that it neglects the most basic state duties of maintaining internal peace and safety. Dunbar Village is not civilization; it is a jungle, and its inhabitants live among feral beasts. Poor black neighborhoods have become islands of Lord of the Flies. Their boys run wild, without authority figures or direction. Generation after generation, they break the law, breed, and live off the indulgence of the productive members of society. The weak and the decent must suffer this state of nature unless and until they find a way to escape. Such is the daily life of a large segment of black America, but we would rather blame white racism for black suffering. Whites may be complicit, but it is not the white racists who are guilty. That sort of dysfunction did not exist in the era of Jim Crow; it is an unintended consequence of progressive benevolence. For it is the white Leftist enablers who have induced, through the mechanism of bad laws and counterproductive social policy, the cancers of black America. Johnson’s Great Society turned out to be Dunbar Village. Instead of the public mob lynchings of rapists, we have an endless state of anarchy and crime wherein the innocent suffer at the hands of brutes who act with impunity. “There was a mild public outcry.” A society like ours does not deserve to survive. Lord have mercy!

I have been against the death penalty since my youth, not because I do not believe that criminals deserve it but because I think that we as a society should maintain our nobility by not condescending to the level of killing. However, the older I get, the less objectionable I find capital punishment. I remember when I first considered that its use might be justifiable when a society could otherwise incarcerate dangerous criminals. I was listening to Alan Keyes speak about how the law expresses and thereby teaches the values of a society. He argued that capital punishment demonstrates the seriousness with which a society views capital offenses. A society that does not kill the worst predators of innocent life does not value such innocent life much. At first, I mostly rejected Keyes’ argument with the “seamless garment,” “culture of life” vision. Years later, I suspect that he was right. The death penalty may or may not deter crime, but it certainly incarnates in law and in action the intolerance that a society has for wickedness, and I think that such may be morally and politically healthy.

Consider the criminals mentioned above. The boys who performed those actions did not simply make a mistake. They were not in the wrong place at the wrong time. In order to have participated in such inhuman and evil deeds, they proved themselves to be utterly unfit for human company. I think that it would be merciful to kill them to remove them from the misery of being such wretched, bestial shadows of men. Christian doctrine may call for repentance, but I cannot muster up the faith to think that such people are capable of redemption. God works miracles, but political policy cannot be founded on the exceptional and miraculous.

These cases make me think of the ancients’ abhorence of certain crimes and their view of miasmic impurity. Some crimes are so wrong that society needs to remove from itself the taint of the criminals’ presence. If we had something like Devil’s Island, maybe we would not need the death penalty to bleach such stains from our political fabric. Lacking that, I viscerally sense the primitive uneasiness in allowing such evil ones to live in our land. The very earth cries out for justice.

If we Americans have become so unserious about policing our own society, if we as a people are too sanctimonious to deal with the vicious as is necessary, then, perhaps, we need to outsource our penal system when possible. As the victims in this case were Haitian, I propose that Florida send the “youths” to Haiti for their punishment. The filth should be sent with detailed accounts of their crime and of their trials, and the Haitians can do what they want with them. I do not think highly of Haiti, but I believe that even the Haitians would have a better respect of justice.

Posted by Joseph on Wednesday, December 16, Anno Domini 2009
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