The murders of Holly & Jessica were huge news in the UK last year.
The two schoolfriends were at a family barbecue, and went out for a walk together. They never returned. Turns out Maxine Carr, who lived with Huntley on the school grounds was their teacher, but wasn’t in the area. Huntley, with a string of accusations against him, lured them into his house and killed them, then hid their bodies in a forest. Carr provided him with a false alibi because she felt that he’d been wrongly accused in the past, and was being wrongly accused this time. Bad move.
Carr was on remand before the trial, and the court decided she was guilty only of idiocy and lying to the police, but not of complicity in the murders. She was sentenced for something quite mild, and got early release due to the amount of time she’d spent on remand. Anyway, the case struck a huge emotional cord in the UK (and Ireland for that matter, even though it’s nothing to do with here). Carr’s face had been splashed all over the newspapers for so long that she was in danger of her life from said vigilantes, so was given a new identity and so on. Unfortunately, it hasn’t been very competent, and rumour has it that in the town where she’s ended up, everyone knows who she is. She probably isn’t in that house, but it was inevitable that this would eventually happen somewhere, given the number of meat-headed idiots out there.
The only place vigilantes and lynch mobs belong, is in cowboy movies. It would be OK, to just keep an eye on them (quietly and discretely), but to hound them for something they already were punished for is stupid.
Light the torches. Storm the castle. Kill Frankenstein. You there! Back of the mob!
You intolerant, ignorant bastard! Doktor Frankenstein was a genius! A genius! He bravely sought to free us from death itself. But can you see that? Noooo. It’s all ‘Man should meddle in God’s domain.’ and ’ There are some things man was not meant to know.’ This is science, damn it! We seek to snatch stars from the sky and lay bare the very secrets of creation!
Sure, the occasional monster breaks loose. But, you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few legs.
