Tookie! We Hardly Knew Ye!

Actually, we knew quite a lot about you.

I'm sorry you ended up where you did.

I'm sorry that you decided to slay four innocent people...O, yes you did!

Slay them down wickedly.

And now that you stand before the Judge of us all, you can no longer deny it.

And no matter what those who support you say, you were not an innocent man.

Your redemption is between you and God on high...but from down here you sure didn't smell like a redeemed man. You smelled of something darker...and squishier.

You founded the Crips for gosh sakes! Do you know how many lives you helped to destroy?
Can you count the number of people you had an indirect hand in killing? Do you understand the magnitude of damage to whole communities you created through the nice little drug ring you founded?

Hopefully you see that now.

Because you sure didn't when you walked this green and pleasant land. You were an innocent!

You never renounced the children of the night that you produced. You never co-operated with authorities to bring down the terror you helped to create. You never once called for the destruction of the Crips, Bloods or other filthy rags you left behind.

Never...not once.

And you maintained to the end that you did not kill those four innocents you were charged with killing.

That's not redemption...that's denial.

But you wrote books, or actually, had someone write them for you, so that your redemption would appear complete.

But those four bodies remain. The store keeper, laying flat on his stomach, offering no resistance, with two blasts to his back. You weren't even man enough to shoot "the man" to his face, were you? And two elderly people with double blasts to their tiny bodies...and to their daughter, only one, which blew her once hopefilled face to smithereens.

What a man! Slaughterer of the elderly! Slayer of "the man"! Destroyer of the weak.

Some say you saved children from joining gangs. There lay your redemption!

But there is no way to verify that. No way! You can however look to your own son...sitting there in jail, for life, because of the life he led in your little fraternal organization. Too bad he couldn't be saved from that wretched life by one of your books.

You led a tragic life...but you received as you gave. Yeah, it took a little longer to get the needles in those well pumped guns of yours. That was (by accounts) 17 minutes longer than your victims had. You got to thank those who supported you in those 17 minutes. They didn't even have time to call out to God. Did you look at the victims relatives in those extra moments? Did you ask them for forgiveness?

Every report says you didn't.

The acts of a redeemed man.

To all the silly people who supported you...SHAME ON YOU!

But there is no shame for the foolish and stupid. None.

Good night and good riddance Tookie.