This story of a man exonerated by DNA evidence after 10 years in jail reminds me again why I'm so uncomfortable with the death sentence. I don't have problems accepting the murder of a heinous criminal, but can we ever be sure that we have the right man or woman? This story highlights that even a confession isn't failproof, and I certainly think there is room for DNA evidence to be misinterpreted.
And yet, part of me thinks some b*st*rds, you know the ones who rape and kill and harm children, that they don't deserve to live. It may be illogical, and may be wanting to play God, but that's just how it is ...
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
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