Alms for the Pure
They razed that schoolhouse in Nickel Mines where those little Amish girls were murdered. It was done at night, to shroud the spectacle of it I guess. Come daybreak, the site was picked clean, nothing left but the dirt beneath.
They brought in heavy equipment for the task. A big old Cat track hoe banged its bucket on the rafters till the place knelt, then crumbled flat in submission. As if hitting it hard enough would somehow square what happened in there.
I cannot comprehend what possessed Charles Carl Roberts IV to walk into that school and shoot ten little girls eleven days ago. And I am grateful that I can’t. Because whatever it was, it was pure, stinking evil…Return to latest entry
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