There were threads on this case before. This one from April, which was briefly resurrected last month at the utter miscarriage of giving the two murderers a minimal sentence.
I posted a brief reply to a much lighter-hearted thread about made-up or unusual words used with your friends and family, then picked up the latest issue of the “Skeptical Inquirer” from where it sat beside the desk and started skimming. It had an early-page story on this case. The story of course, I’d seen before. My take on it was saddened, philosophical. Was. SI, however, included the following transcript of the snuff film these two “therapists” made, which I had not seen before. I read it, put the magazine down, walked into the bathroom and knelt by the toilet and waited to see if I was going to vomit, and briefly, intensely, wept. I think I’m going to several times more before I can sleep tonight. Why not share it.
Mods, I don’t think posting the entirety of the quote violates any copyright. God knows I’d rather be able to link to it so I could avoid typing it, avoid reading it again. But I don’t have the words to describe just how fucking vile it is, none that even approach how Candace’s last moments in this life ran.
Note to those lucky enough to have never even heard of this case before: Candace was a little girl, aged 10, until the rapists (redundant “the” and additional space added deliberately) Julie Ponder and Connell Watkins made her a little corpse, aged now and forever.
Candace Newaker: I can’t do it. (Screams) I’m gonna die.
Julie Ponder: Do you want to be reborn or do you want to stay in there and die?
CN: Quit pushing on me, please…I’m gonna die now.
JP: Do you want to die?
CN: No, but I’m about to…Please, please, I can’t breathe…
CN: Can you let me have som oxygen? You mean, like you want me to die for real?
JP: Uh huh
CN: Die right now and go to heaven?
JP: Go ahead and die right now. For real. For real…
CN: Get off. I’m sick. Get off. Where am I supposed to come out? Where? How can I get there?
Connell Watkins: Just go ahead and die. It’s easier…It takes a lot of courage to be born.
CN: You said you would give me oxygen.
CW: You gotta fight for it
(Candace vomits and defecates)
CW: Stay in there with the poop and vomit.
CN: Help! I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. It’s hot. I can’t breathe…
CW: Getting pretty tight in there.
JP: Yep…less and less air all the time…
JP: She gets to be stuck in her own puke and poop.
CW: Uh huh. It’s her own life. She’s a quitter.
Candace Newmaker: No…
The no was her last word.
Ever.
But hey, they got the minimum sentence. After all, the judge didn’t see that they really intended to hurt the girl.
I hate my species sometimes.