People sometimes ask me how I can write the things I do, or how I can come up with these ideas. I’ve been told I shouldn’t “wallow in darkness,” and people have told me they will pray for me so I don’t somehow get tainted or corrupted by evil. I’ve even been asked if I really thought people are capable of doing these things.
I think most of them have forgotten their history classes. I’m often astounded by man’s capacity for evil, and people have done things that I could never even imagine.
Take the Austrian man who imprisoned his own daughter in a cellar for 24 years, raped her repeatedly, and even sired 7 children with her, all while living a normal life with his wife upstairs. One of the children died shortly after birth, and he burned the body in an oven. Three of the children have never seen the light of day.
Tell me this isn’t the very definition of evil. Crimes like rape and murder are vicious in their own way, but I can’t imagine the will it must take to perpetrate something like this for over two decades. To keep one’s wife in the dark and make nice with the neighbors for all that time.
A big story closer to home is a couple who murdered their child through neglect. These people put their 5-month-old child — still bundled in winter clothing and strapped into his car seat — in his crib, then walked away and ignored him for eight days. The lead graf of the article spells out the results:
Neglected for eight straight days, 5-month-old Benjamin Sargent died from a combination of dehydration, starvation and sepsis, a toxic infection that was caused by “sitting (for days) in his own waste material,” Peoria County Coroner Johnna Ingersoll told a coroner’s jury Thursday.
Again, I can’t even begin to understand the minds of these people. How do you ignore the screams of a child for hours — days! — on end? I start to get nervous when my kids sleep for longer than usual, and these people sat around waiting for their child to die. I can picture them turning up the TV to drown out the wailing, wishing the kid would just die already.
Yet I’m the bad guy for thinking these people should get sent to the chair. I’m the evil one for writing about make-believe monsters. My soul is in jeopardy for confining the darkness I see in the world to paper.
I’ve got a good life and a loving family, but I’m the one going to Hell.
Lose the rose-colored glasses, people. They don’t suit you.