Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Stanley Tookie Williams

I killed a man last night. His name was Stanley Tookie Williams. He may have committed four gruesome murders. He may not have been a good man. And I may not have had a choice about killing him, because the state did that in my name and in the name of all other citizens. Nevertheless, I committed a precalculated and cold-blooded murder last night.

This is why I don't want the death penalty to exist.