The room was very dimly lit. As I stepped into the house I could sense the presence of death. That’s a hard thing to get used to. It’s a sixth sense that develops in cops over time. Something’s not right. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and your body tightens. The fight or flight response is just under the surface.
When I first saw the victim I was shocked. I had never seen someone caught in the throes of death like that before. There seemed to be a scream on her face, frozen there for all time. Her eyes looked away, lost. Who had done this to her. Why would anyone do this to another person. What kind of rage or anger could drive a person to such horror, didn’t they realize what they were doing to another human being? Worse yet, what if they did realize what they were doing and did it anyway. That’s a monster in the realist sense of that word.
As I looked around the room I was struck by the simplicity of how otherwise normal the scene was. On any other day I could be walking into this room for a cup of coffee and a friendly conversation with this woman. I could imagine the Christmas tree in the corner of the room during the holidays and the sound of kids running around getting ready for school. It was surreal.
There is something disconnecting to examining a crime scene. The separation from what happened to the victim and the antiseptic approach of documenting the scene; the cops milling around, that one drinking a soda, that one taking notes, another snapping photographs, all the while the victim lays there in the middle of the room like another piece of furniture, silent, unmoving.
As a new investigator being in the center of this situation was a constant challenge to my inner person. I was here doing my job. At home my family was doing what families do at home, completely unaware of what I was part of. The victim and her family were caught up in the most intense and painful event of their lives.
Yet there was a matter of factness to it all. That was the strange part of it. The senior cops, detectives and investigators took the whole thing in stride. I supposed the look on my face gave away my youthful inexperience. “Don’t sweat it, you’ll get used to this kind of thing” was advice I got from almost every veteran there. I remember being horrified at that prospect. If I am going to get used to this what kind of career have I chosen for myself.
As I continued to work the scene the strange feelings didn’t go away, but they did get pushed back a bit. I did my job and moved on. At the end of the day, as I stood in the door way getting ready to leave I took in the scene again. I shook my head and went home. I didn’t mention too much detail, but I told my wife what my day was like, not your routine cop stuff for sure. As I went to sleep that night I thought I had made peace with it. Which made the next day even stranger.
I got to work early, there was a million details to attend to in this type of a case, even for a junior member of the team. The rest of the Unit was heading out for their assignments, interviews and other types of details.
About 10AM I got a call to go to a neighboring police department. They had a guy there that might have some information on the case. I was told to go and check him out. I got to the PD and was introduced to their detective, a dusty old guy with years of experience. We went to an interview room and spoke to this man with the information.
As the conversation got moving, I noticed that the man’s answers were not matching up to the questions. He seemed to want to tell us something different than what we were asking. Over a period of time it became clear to me and the dusty guy that this young man was involved in the case. The more we talked and let him tell his story, the more it became obvious that he wanted us to know what he did and why. He was intense, his story was more intense. The mood of the room changed.
As he spoke I pictured the victim in her own living room. I became completely involved in the action as he related it to us. I began to see my role as the victim’s advocate, the person who would stand up for her against this demon. We challenged this man and the more we did the more enjoyment he seemed to get from his actions. I was outraged at some level that he was proud of what he had done. He spoke of his actions in terms of his “work”. We talked with him for five hours. He explained in his own twisted logic what he had done and why he did it. I pursued him for every detail. I felt a sense of urgency to get it all. To tell the victims story, to speak for her when she could not.
When we were done talking, when all the details were out there on the table, all three of us were exhausted. We had gone on this horrific journey together and I felt I was changed somehow. As I drove home that day I realized the change in me was the result of coming face to face with real evil. I had looked into the eyes of something I had never seen before, and it looked back. I also understood what my career meant. To represent someone who cold not speak for themselves and to stand for them and their family was humbling. I found my place that day. I found my calling and I was grateful.
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Lacey gets $11M in state aid and uses budget magic called deferred school taxes to keep their local taxes down. If you look at the 2012 budget you will see that the magic is almost done with so watch for your 2013 tax increase of 10% Pt Pleasant gets 1.2M in state aid Who can explain why Lacey gets 10X Pt. Pleasant in State Aid???
"US citizens have a God-given right (enshrined in the 2nd Amendment)"? Where is gods or any gods name used in the second amendment? Since I donot believe in a made up supreme being is it still my right also? Or I am left out because I donot believe in your god?
Pretty much states right there that the Courts have the ultimate say.
KC, do you dream of being a dramatic actor? You sure sound like a wannabe. And try being honest about who you really are. Again, you are not honest.
This is a case of the 1-2% public workers in NJ getting paid for by the other 98% at expense of themselves. In 14, expect even more pressure on taxes as the state has to pay more for pensions which will probably come at the expense of state aid. It's not like the Feds where NJ can just print money and kick the can. Imagine if instead of pensions, that 1.7 B could go to property tax relief? Pension Battles The biggest single funding increase in the FY14 budget is the estimated $690 million hike in the cost of state pension payments from $1.06 billion this year to almost $1.7 billion next year. http://www.njspotlight.com/stories/13/02/03/analysis-christie-s-fiscal-cliff-3-billion-and-counting/
It always makes me laugh when they argue how much the private sector made when times were good. Not realizing that they needed those good times to continue more than the taxpayers to keep their fangs into the zombie sheep. But as always when you mess with a mans shelter and feeding his family , as property taxes do now , we have reached the tipping point. The pot of gold at the end of the public employee rainbow is not there. Pay for your own health benefits , pay for your own retirement. Get a job in private sector if you do not like it.
"public leeches" "their fangs into the zombie sheep" "public employee rainbow" Then tries to convince people that he is a leader: ".....believe it or not, my words will help you" He actually thinks he is smarter than you: "i READ AND LEARN thats exactly what i do to make me smarter" Is someone a little high on himself? This guy is probably a drunk who gets brave after drinking his daily case of beer and then goes and rants about public employees on his computer. He is most likely a member of the largest "Ponzi" scam of them all: the ones collecting unemployment, disability, and every other free handout that the government gives you even if you didn't contribute towards it. This man is a joke!
@PH: the little @ sign is a good tool to direct your comment at an individual poster when the string is running in the reply column. Sorry if it annoys you. On the other stuff, feel free to make an argument, but your mere say so adds nothing to the conversation. @HOTB: the part of the constitution that you cited gives the SC the authority to decide certain cases. Nowhere does that clause state that this decision is supreme. Marbury v. Madison established the concept as a matter of law (falsely I believe and many thinkers and states rejected this rationale). See John Calhoun; his writings are very instructive on the concept of nullification.
@HOTB: you have been very forthright through out this conversation, but the suggestion that NJ allows you to defend yourself is simply not true. NJ does not allow anyone (save the select few who can get a superior court judge to deem that they are in imminent danger of losing life or limb) to carry a loaded firearms outside of their home. You know this is true and this is a violation of the constitution, the laws of nature and the laws of common sense. Again, if you are content deferring to the SC because of their self ordained authority, then okay. But there are other ways. Also, isn't complaining on an internet site a way of rallying people to a cause (perhaps not the most effective one). Certainly there are other ways as well to convince people, but at this point, this is really all I have time for and really I don't even have that. After all I have to work almost an entire half a year to pay the taxes that politicians use to violate my rights and those of others. It is great fun though to have these discussions and I thank all who took the time.
Your refusal to accept that SC is the final arbiter on the constution baffles me as you fail to explain who is the final arbiter? Who has the last word on whether a law is constitutional or not?