Child to 911 dispatcher: 'My daddy killed me with a butcher knife'

From CNN

This is not worse than the miriad horrors I am fed through the daily news; however, there is something about that sentence that feels like ice water through my veins. It sounds utterly sad, and terrifying. Like a horror movie. :frowning:

There are no words.

The horror is less upon learning that the child, while indeed stabbed and seriously wounded, will survive.

There is a Civil War diary from a Massachusetts soldier at Cold Harbor with the last line “June 3. Cold Harbor. I was killed.”, scribbled supposedly while he lay dying on the field. (Some scholars doubt the authorship of the line, others believe it.)

That’s even more chilling. (Again: the child is still alive, though the mother is dead and the father is in custody [pleading innocent].)

It’s got to be tough to be a cop. I don’t know if I could resist the urge to forgo the judge, jury, and trial in these kinds of cases.

I’m glad I’m not a cop too. That guy would have resisted arrest for sure. I’d have to shoot the perp in self-defense.

As a matter of policy, I am glad that most cops have better judgement than I do.

Wow. I would think that dispatcher would need counseling.

It’s like something Ralph Wiggum would say, in that detached-from-reality kind of way. Because everything that Ralph says, you feel the need to go up to him and explain why that’s a really weird thing to say.

Well, yeah, except it’s really, really disturbing.

What a thing, to get a kiss from Death.

I’m glad he survived, and I hope he does well.

I read that last night, and it just broke my heart. That poor boy. Not enough to witness the murder of his mother, but he is told that he’s next, and in his understandably addled state, thinks his dad actually his killed him.

Heartwrenching.

And how brave.

I agree with the sentiments about wanting to forgo the judge and jury…and this is why I’m not an officer of the law.

I went through the Sherriff’s Reserve Academy 13 years ago. I was pretty good at it…best shot in class, all that…
Then it was ethics time, and I was fine with all of that too, until my instructor posed to the class a story about a child molester whom you’ve caught in the act, you SAW him do it, everybody knows he did it, and it being your job to keep the lynch mob from hurting him before he gets to the jail, even if it means putting yourself in harm’s way.
I did not become a cop. Apparently, it takes sterner stuff than what I am made of.
Kids say the strangest things sometimes, and I just cannot reconcile the damage his psyche must be suffering, having thought that he was just going to die…at the hands of his own father. His calm is eerie. Poor thing. I hope he’s resilient.

‘My daddy killed me with a butcher knife’ in a child’s voice is the most horrific thing one could hear. Like straight out of a Stephen King book.

The thing that I am grateful for is that now, when a statement of this nature is recieved by an emergency center, in spite of the legitimate questions the dispatcher had about authenticity at the time, they treated it as real, and so saved the child’s life.

I remember back when 911 was a new thing, and there were a few cases of dispatchers deciding to ignore cases of kids calling for help - because they had to be crank calls.

I guess I’m not the only one who would not make a good policeman, because I would have shot him while resisting and escaping too. It was even more chilling because the news here actually played the 911 tape.