Thoughts on JonBenet Ramsey...

This was taken from a conversation, where my acquaintance was defending the Ramseys. She began with saying nothing had be "proven" against the Ramseys; then said the scenario that the parents did it was "not believable"... After quoting some of the public evidence to her, she admitted she had always wondered if it was the brother.... Here is my reply and next posts in the conversation. I stand by my points. ~k

Brother did not do it. I personally believe the mother did accidentally and had no idea of the stage the father set. There is lots of evidence that JB may have been being abused before her death.

"The grand jury also had alleged that each parent 'DID ... render assistance to a person, with intent to hinder, delay and prevent the discovery, detention, apprehension, prosecution, conviction and punishment of such person for the commission of a crime, knowing the person being assisted has committed and was suspected of the crime of murder in the first degree and child abuse resulting in death.'"
http://www.cnn.com/.../25/justice/jonbenet-ramsey-documents/ (source)

WHAT kind of innocent parent delays calling for help for their dying child?? They hid the body. The evidence points to no one else outside the house. The one drop of "foreign" dna wasnt identified until way later, and was twice noted as being too small to test (the same type of evidence that was used against Amanda Knox, and has been blasted for being worthless by courts all over the world).

If you cant put one of the parents hands on the child at some point in the evening, that doesnt mean that someone hovered over the snow, left no tracks, broke into a tiny broken window FOUR floors below the sleeping parents, moved silently through the house, killed the kid, staged the body, wrote the note, had a snack, placed the note, and left.... undetected and leaving not a trace of evidence... when Patsy- by her OWN account- was asleep max of 4 or so hours. It just means that bad things happen behind closed doors on WEALTHY homes, the same as they do in poor neighborhoods. Thats what people dont want to face.

Court papers: Grand jury in 1999 sought to indict JonBenet Ramsey's parents

www.cnn.com 

  

Read Perfect Murder, Perfect Town. I started the book convinced that the parents were innocent. It was the beginning of a case study that has kept me awake countless nights since.

The premise is similar to Caylee Anthony: If the people who love her most, are not forthcoming and protective of these kids, then how do you punish them? Their punishment becomes living with what role they played in the tragedy. Why continue to spend time and money to drag these people into a court of law?, some say.  Many believe justice is "done".

So does that mean that these kids are disposable? If their own parents dont care, then why should we? They are throw-away citizens. The concept of throw-away citizens can, then, bleed over into other areas. For example, a child who is on medicaid should receive a vaccine that contains ingredients already found to be dangerous; a child from a higher income home has parents that pay for private insurance- they should receive safe medicines. Children on medicaid die, but they-statistically- would have grown to cost society, anyway... right? Everyone is "happy".

Someone needs to protect the children, both before AND after tragedies happen.

Juliet: My Greatest Life Lesson

Seven years ago this morning, Juliet Pearl, my 4th daughter, died at our home. For those of you who dont know the circumstance, she suffered a rare "adverse event", following her HepB vaccination. The heavy metals, such as mercury, that are used in ALL vaccines as preservatives (yes, still today), poisoned her vital organs. Her tiny brain stem shut down, she stopped breathing, and we were unable to revive her. She was 31 Days old, and it had been 18 hours since she was injected with her 2nd dose of the vaccine.

In her instance, the HepB vaccination was completely not warranted or medically necessary, but given as a matter of routine care. She was not to visit hospital or resthome settings, was to be cared for at home, didnt come from an iv drug user mother, and was not old enough to be promiscuous (obviously). I was told by he nurses that she would need the shot to attend school, some 5 years later. It was a deadly mistake, that I did not refuse the shot; one that I have to live with forever.

School registration never became an issue for Juliet. She never saw her second month of life, let alone kindergarten. But since then, I have refused vaccinations on other of my children. Parents should know that they are NOT refused acceptance to public school, or even preschool. I have to sign a letter each year saying that I have refused some/all vaccines for each child, and they are admitted freely.

Parent should also know that many vaccines make sweeping claims and promises, for which they have no proof. The HepB vaccine that injured my child, was made "mandatory" for children, after it claimed to be the first vaccine against cancer (liver cancer, in this case). Many people with HepB do die of liver failure/cancer, because it is a disease of the liver.... but HepB patients are almost exclusively prostitutes/promiscuous or iv drug users.... or newborns of HepB mothers.Do you see how the statistics could be construed to "show" this vaccine is to protect your child against cancer??
Vaccines, and many other "routine" medical treatments are a multi-BILLION dollar industry in this country. And the drug companies that produce them are very powerful. The shots determined to be "mandatory" for school, are actually set by each state. And then the state receives a dollar amount per complying child. And so, a "mandatory" list of treatments is created. In Ohio, the HepB shot, specifically, is given to newborns within 24 hours of birth, at one month visit, and at 6 month visit....why?? Not because that is the time at which the child is at risk (unless you have risk factors).... but because that is the time in the child's life that they are "available" to their pediatrician at those specific intervals. My daughter is no longer available to me, at all.

NO DOCTOR, NO SCHOOL, NO CLINIC, NO MEDICAL PLAN can make you give a treatment to your child that you are not comfortable with. I accepted her shot as routine, prescribed course of treatment, as I had for other children before her. I am her mother..... I owed here a few minutes of my busy life, to research a little bit what they were giving her. The risk of her outcome was small.... I may not have done anything differently. But my story- her story- is not one pro or anti vaccines. It is one of parental responsibility. Its about empowering parents to QUESTION what is done "for" our kids, while being wide aware that the treatments are offered by people who stand to make A LOT of money off the tiny backs of our babies.

In addition to a few bucks going to the state, for every vaccine given, a few bucks goes to another fund, as well. There are deposits made per vaccine- which are actually absorbed by the cost of the medicine, and paid by the consumer/insurance- placed in a fund to pay settlements to families of children harmed by vaccines. The drug companies, after a series of lawsuits and class-action suits, concede that they cannot predict every child's reaction to their drugs, and some will be harmed. Some will die; 50-500 per year die still, from the exact formula injected into Juliet. Every vaccine is different, but hers is one of the LEAST deadly. Every medical treatment is different, because every patient is different.

Parents- Question your doctors, and protect your children.... "Routine" treatments.... vaccines or otherwise... ALL carry risks. Juliet should be a happy 2nd grader, playing with her sisters. I love you, Jules.... I'm sorry...

About Me....yeah, right.....

So, this is a dream coming to reality for me. I have secretly always wanted to be a writer. Having been recently inspired by the movie, "Julie and Julia"....and armed with all the knowledge I gleaned from On Writing (Stephen King).... I am certain that I will be a famous author and wealthy beyond my wildest dreams any second now. Well, I should say I WAS certain, until I hit my first minor obstacle like a brick wall...

I designed my blog page with careful consideration, and an eye trained by millions of Printmaster projects. I can take a photo, and make you a beautiful Christmas card, buddy. I can take a few sentences of rushed 6th-grade "research" (usually sourced from Wikipedia) and some clip art, and crank out an authentic-looking 1830's newspaper front-page inside of half an hour. But, I digress...

I laid out, then published, this adorable blog page, and titled it with my favorite line from a book I just finished (one of the best books I have read in many years), Watership Down. Pleased with myself, and impressed with my own wit (as I so often solely am), I took a deep breath and hit "PUBLISH" with confidence. Two seconds later, I saw it. Staring at me. Mocking me. The little section at the lower left. See it?? "About Me"

I rolled my eyes, and hit the innocent-looking edit wrench. How could something so cartoony-cute lead me down a path of tearful self-discovery? For it was while staring at the blank "Tell us about yourself" box (can't you just hear it spoken in a fake cheerful voice??), that I realize that most everything I know about ME is really defined by someone ELSE.

How am I known? Well, I am Grace's mom (as well as Momma to 5 others). I am Leader to Girl Scout Troop #43666. I am daughter of Wade, a Pastor in the area, who knows just about every living soul in a 3-county radius. I am wife of Paul, the Electrical Contractor that was born and raised not 5 miles from where I now sit. I am a PTC officer at the elementary school. I am the lady who comes in and out of the local schools, making copies and running errands for teachers, always with a toddler or two in tow. I am the frazzled one with all the kids at the grocery store every week. I am the one whose daughter died 6 years ago, and "never got over it".

On the first day of school a few years back, my second daughter was starting 1st grade. Her teacher, who is now one of my dearest friends), sent home with Annie a "homework" assignment for the parents. Annie was so thrilled to give ME homework after her first day; it was a blank page with "Tell me about your child..." written at the top. I sat down to give the teacher the heads up that Annie was a shy kid who hadn't been to public school before. Thirty minutes later, I sat crying silent tears in front of 2 pages of descriptive narrative of who my daughter really was. I don't know where it came from, but I felt like the more I tried to be brief, the more I could never sum her up in a paragraph or two.... that somehow it was unfair to her to even try. Since then, I have eagerly opened backpacks on the first day of school each fall, hoping that there are still teachers who want to know about my kids. There are some, thankfully. I hope I haven't scared them all off, with my heartfelt ramblings about my children.

Yet, after finally taking the time away from a million things that I "should" be doing to start this writing project for myself, I cannot complete the "About Me" section. Now I have a new goal for this blog, to add to my list, I guess.I hope SOMEONE reads this. I hope I am encouraged to continue writing, by my friends. I hope I am adored and admired by perfect strangers. I hope I am "discovered" and paid millions to write....something. And, I hope I get to the point where I can describe myself, without using anyone else's name.
xo-k