Sandusky found guilty on 45 of 48 sex abuse charges
Reuters. Sat Jun 23, 2012 4:34pm EDT – A jury found former Penn State assistant football coach Jerry Sandusky guilty on 45 of 48 child sex abuse charges on Friday, ending a trial that rocked U.S. college football and renewed attention on pedophilia in America.
Dear Kim,
You were the best friend I ever had when I went out on my own. You always made me laugh. You always made me feel alive. I always wanted to kill your father for you. Remember, I was going to, and you wouldn’t let me. I always wanted you to be a nurse because that is what you wanted to be and your father wouldn’t let you.
I remember sitting with you. No tv, no talking, we would make things and you never did think my stuff was stupid. You always loved the things I made.
I always loved the things you made. You always made the most incredible things. You made them out of your own mind. Out of your own laughter and your own tears. Original. You were original.
I would be happy to come back as one of your cats. You would take great care of me and never let me go hungry or lonely. You would name me who I was and you would love me.
I remember how much you loved gold jewelry. I don’t know why, but you did. I wish I would have thought to send you lots of gold jewelry when you were alive. I am sorry I did not.
I will always keep in my mind the picture you showed me when your dad left you in the desert to die. How many people have a picture of that, but you do. I would have killed your dad, but you said no.
That picture album got destroyed, no doubt, but I remember all the pictures and the commendation letter, which was in your album, that the ranger got for rescuing you.
I remember Charles Manson, who you saw, with the bus and the fire, when you were five, when your dad left you in the desert to die, in death valley. I believed you from the first time you told me the story. I wanted to kill your father then, but you wouldn’t let me.
I cannot make anything now, Kim. I don’t have it in me anymore. I rely on the devotion of the people who love me to keep remembering who I used to be, what I can become, and what is still inside of me, somewhere. I hope they believe in me and don’t just have pity for me. I hope you know that I always believed in you and never felt pity. I never had pity for you in my heart.
Fuck pity. You would have said that!
You said to me once that you were so afraid you would not see me after we were dead because I did not believe in Jesus. You said you were so scared for me to not be “saved”. Is that not pity? I say to you, “fuck pity”, because I know I will see you again.
Trish