This Tuesday marks the 10 year anniversary of the first of the tragic DC sniper shootings. I can remember right where I was when I first heard of the first shooting. The fear that gripped the region didn’t let up for 23 days. Those 23 days seemed much longer. I doubt that anyone who lived in the area at the time will ever fully recover from the psychological ordeal of a this type of terrorism.
Yes, Lee Malvo was a monster. A monster of the worst kind. A monster who picks off mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, friends, sisters, brothers, without rhyme or reason. Yet knowing all of this, there is just something tragic about listening to this young man speak.
Perhaps most noticeable is the fact that Lee Malvo makes no excuses nor does he play an ironic victim card. After all, he was practically brain-washed by an older, malevolent vicious man. Notable is that Malvo has had to be his own shrink, priest, and teacher. Such luxuries aren’t afforded inmates with life sentences.
I am not comfortable with Lee Malvo. Something is missing. I sure don’t want to turn him loose. I don’t want to torture him either. Even though he doesn’t think so, I feel he was a victim. I would at least hope he had a kindle and a good book swap program. John Allen Muhammad? I want him to rot in hell. He took one more life than accounted for in the sniper shootings–the life of a kid who looked up to him. Lee Malvo.
Full Interview with Lee Malvo with Josh White
