Terri Schiavo's Family and Husband

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Terri Schiavo's Parents and Husband. The Story. What is the 'moral'?

Behind Life-and-Death Fight, a Rift That Began Years Ago

By ABBY GOODNOUGH

New York Times
Published: March 26, 2005

T. PETERSBURG, Fla., March 25 - It is almost beyond belief, given the sea of distance between them now, that Terri Schiavo's husband and parents once shared a home, a life, a goal.

But for years - when Ms. Schiavo walked and talked among them and after her catastrophic collapse - the headstrong young man and his traditionalist in-laws were, by all accounts, friendly.

As the brain-damaged Ms. Schiavo lay dying in a hospice and her husband and parents continued to the end their battle over her fate, the rancor built and a transfixed nation wondered how a 12-year-old fight - even one that everyone agrees began over money - ever became so bad, culminating in daily court fights and decisions.

The hurled accusations persist: adulterer, opportunists, murderer, liars. Everyone on the street has taken sides, guessing at the motivations of Michael Schiavo and the Schindlers but never knowing for sure.

It is easy for most people to assume that blinding love for their daughter drives the parents, who have begged Mr. Schiavo to give them his wife and walk away. But his motives are harder to fathom. Is it stubbornness that drives him, or fervor to commit fully to the other woman in his life, a girlfriend of eight years with whom he has two children? Does he want Ms. Schiavo to die because she is a burden, or because, as he says time and again, he promised her not to keep her alive by artificial means?

The truth may always be out of reach. But the history of Mr. Schiavo and the Schindlers, gleaned from court papers, interviews and their statements over the years, offers at least some insight into a war of clashing values, personalities and hopes.

Theirs is a battle over power, money and a woman they all claimed to love more than anything, born of perceived betrayal that grew more painful with each attack.

Even now, their visits to her deathbed are carefully orchestrated so as not to coincide, and they cannot agree on what to do with her remains after she dies.

"It's not a family issue anymore," Ms. Schiavo's younger brother, Bobby Schindler, said, adding that it had been years since the Schindlers considered Mr. Schiavo anything but a legal opponent. "All we've ever asked is that he give Terri back to us."

To Mr. Schiavo and his family, it has all been highly personal.

"We are not mean people," his brother Scott said in an interview on Friday. "But when you start throwing stones like that, and have absolutely no respect for anybody else, it's hard to even go there."

They met in the Philadelphia suburbs, where Ms. Schiavo and Michael Schiavo spent their childhoods and married in 1984, barely past adolescence. The couple relied on the generosity of her parents, Robert and Mary Schindler, first living in their basement in Pennsylvania, then moving to a condominium here that Mr. Schindler bought when he sold his heavy equipment business.

The Schindlers followed the couple to this sunny coastal city, and though they did not see Mr. Schiavo often - he was working long hours at beachside restaurants - they had no problem with him. He called them Mom and Dad. They paid their daughter and son in-law's rent.

The couple wanted to have a baby, according to court papers, but failed to conceive, even after consulting a fertility doctor. By then, Ms. Schiavo, who is 5 foot 3 and had weighed more than 200 pounds in high school, weighed 110. Her brother and sister now say that she was starting to feel unhappy in her marriage. In an interview, Bobby Schindler said Ms. Schiavo had confided in him at a restaurant one night.

"She brought me over to the bathroom and broke down in tears," he said. "She said her marriage was falling apart, but she didn't have the guts to divorce him. I was shocked."

In recent years, the Schindlers have also described Mr. Schiavo as a controlling husband who would keep track of the mileage on his wife's car, lash out at her for spending money and hound her to stay thin. They have said that the couple fought in the months before Ms. Schiavo's collapse and that Mr. Schiavo was, perhaps, harming his wife.





(Page 2 of 3)Mr. Schiavo's brother Brian said he found that unfeasible. "Mike was three times her size," Brian Schiavo, who lives in Sarasota, said in an interview in 2003. "If he was abusing her, there would be some sign of something. She would have taken her two cats and gone to her parents'."Whatever the relationships were, they changed profoundly in February 1990, when Mr. Schiavo says he awoke to a thud in the dead of night and found his wife passed out on the floor. Together, the Schindlers and Mr. Schiavo learned that Ms. Schiavo's heart had stopped and that she had suffered drastic brain damage before the paramedics arrived. Doctors say a potassium deficiency, possibly caused by an eating disorder, led to her collapse.

The parents and son-in-law promised to see Ms. Schiavo, just 26, recover. The Schiavos and Schindlers moved in, sharing a house in St. Petersburg Beach as they devoted themselves to Ms. Schiavo's care.

In June 1990, Mr. Schiavo was appointed his wife's guardian, and months later, he took her to California for an experimental, ultimately unsuccessful, treatment to stimulate her brain. Ms. Schiavo was later placed in a nursing home in Largo, Fla., where Mr. Schiavo was strict with and sometimes hostile toward the staff, court transcripts show."His demanding concern for her well-being and meticulous care by the nursing home earned him the characterization by the administrator as 'a nursing home administrator's nightmare,' " wrote Jay Wolfson, a court-appointed independent guardian for Ms. Schiavo who had no say in her case but researched it in 2003. Mr. Schiavo even went to nursing school with the goal, his brothers say, of better caring for his wife. He filed a malpractice suit against the obstetrician who had overseen Ms. Schiavo's fertility therapy, contending that the potassium deficiency should have been detected.

In January 1993, the couple was awarded $750,000 in economic damages for her and $300,000 for loss of companionship for him.A month later, on St. Valentine's Day, both sides say, a fight over the award signaled the beginning of their estrangement.

The way Mr. Schiavo has described it, he was visiting his wife when the Schindlers walked in and Mr. Schindler asked how much money he would receive from Mr. Schiavo's part of the malpractice settlement.The Schindlers say the fight was about what the treatment their daughter's money would go toward, with their advocating rigorous therapy and Mr. Schiavo wanting basic care.The rift quickly deepened.

Mr. Schiavo blocked his in-laws' access to his wife's medical records. In July 1993, the Schindlers briefly tried to remove Mr. Schiavo as her guardian. Scott Schiavo said his brother was deeply offended by what he saw as a crass effort by Mr. Schindler to claim some of the settlement money.

As the fight played out, Mr. Schiavo's hopes for recovery apparently evaporated. In 1994, court records show, he decided not to have Ms. Schiavo treated for a urinary tract infection, a move prompted, he later testified, by her doctor's advice. "I think he finally saw the reality of it," Brian Schiavo said. Ultimately, Ms. Schiavo's nursing home challenged the order, and he canceled it, along with a "do not resuscitate" order he imposed, Mr. Wolfson said. But there was no reversing the ill will.

Only after his mother's death in 1997 did Mr. Schiavo tell his in-laws that on several occasions his wife had said she would not want to be kept alive artificially. The timing of the disclosure- after he had won the malpractice money and begun dating Jodi Centonze, with whom he would have two children - made the Schindlers deeply suspicious, they say. They continue to insist that their daughter, who they say tried to administer CPR to the family dog when it was dying, would never choose to have her life cut short."My sister and I were very close, and we never talked about this stuff," Bobby Schindler said. "I mean, who would at 20 years old, 25?"

In 1998, when Mr. Schiavo asked a court's permission to remove his wife's feeding tube, the Schindlers challenged, leading to a trial. That is when Michael and Scott Schiavo and their sister in-law Joan Schiavo testified that Ms. Schiavo had told them never to prolong her life artificially. Scott Schiavo testified that after his grandmother was on life support at the end of her life, Ms. Schiavo had told him: "If I ever go like that, just let me go. Don't leave me there."

(Page 3 of 3)Judge George Greer of Pinellas-Pasco Circuit Court found the testimony constituted "clear and convincing" evidence of Ms. Schiavo's wishes, and her feeding tube was removed in April 2001. It was reconnected days later, after a former girlfriend of Mr. Schiavo called a radio station to say he had told her he had no idea whether his wife would have wanted life-prolonging measures.


That led to new testimony, but it did not change Judge Greer's mind, partly because the girlfriend recanted.The Schindlers stepped up their publicity campaign that year, videotaping their daughter and distributing the tapes to television stations. That infuriated Mr. Schiavo, Scott Schiavo said, because his self-conscious wife would have been mortified. "She was very, very particular about the way she looked, very proud when she walked out the door," Scott Schiavo said on Friday. "She would be so upset to have the world seeing her that way, and Michael knew that."Mr. Schiavo's anger intensified as the Schindlers went increasingly public, winning support from religious groups, news media outlets and, ultimately, Gov. Jeb Bush.

At one point, Mr. Schiavo banned the Schindlers from seeing his wife, saying aides at her hospice had found what appeared to be needle marks on her arm after one of their visits. A police report found no evidence of wrongdoing, and their visiting rights resumed three months later. Mr. Schiavo's demeanor, prickly and forceful, did not gain him much sympathy.

[...]
By contrast, the Schindlers - he affable and jokey, she quiet and melancholic - worked hard to win hearts and minds. Scott Schiavo said he felt sorry for Mrs. Schindler, who he said was always close to her daughter, but not for Mr. Schindler, who he said thrived on the attention. If it were not for the father, he added, "this could have been resolved a long time ago.""Terri would still have whatever dignity she had left," Mr. Schiavo said, "and everything would be peaceful."

Instead, Mr. Schiavo has even rejected the Schindlers' request that their daughter be buried in Florida instead of cremated, which they object to as Catholics. He also refused their request to let Ms. Schiavo die in their home instead of at the hospice. Mr. Schiavo's lawyer told reporters this week that the cremated remains would be buried at the Schiavo family plot outside Philadelphia, far from the parents who fought so intensely to win her back.

Whether they can or will visit her gravesite could be the next subject of dispute.

Lynn Waddell and Dennis Blank contributed reporting from Pinellas County, Fla., for this article.
 
Like I said, this case bears more resemblance to an acrimonious divorce than anything else.
 
I suppose, this case is one where you just have to put your faith in the courts to have gotten it right. I wouldn't personally wish to be the man on the spot, trying to work my way through charge and counter charge to find the truth. When there is nothing solid to give you confidence to go one way or the other, when the husband is not a sympathetic figure and the parents are, when even the medical community can only give you the preponderance of opinion, how can you hope to be certain? Yet how can you afford to be wrong. A life hangs in the balance and you must decide.

I think the only comfrot a man like Greer or Wittemore can take is falling back on the law he has devoted his life to. Trusting it, rather than his own feelings to provide an answer. A woman is dying though and that comfort must be small.

So many sit and wait and watch. All are opinionated, some are absolutely sure in their opinion. I am unsure, I think many are. I have to believe that undertainty lies heaviest on the judges here. Unlike us, they had the the option to change the outcome. I feel for them today, no less than I feel for the family, the husband and their intimates.
 
'You've Got To Love Something Enough To Kill It'

Martin Scorsese said that, and he should know. Here's an old joke: An elderly couple visit their lawyer.

'What can I do for you?' asks the lawyer.

'We want a divorce,' says the eighty-year-old wife, indicating her decrepit husband. 'We've been married for fifty years and we hate each other's guts.'

'Forgive me for asking,' enquires the incredulous lawyer, 'but why did you leave this so late?'

'Well,' says the wife, 'we wanted to wait until the children were dead.'

The joke has some relevance; trust me.

This collection of short stories uses the horror/fantasy genere to look at the ways in which we hurt ourselves and each other. We know it's flesh that wounds, not guns and knives. They merely provide the how. We provide the why. People not only do spectacularly cruel things to each other, their victims willingly allow it to happen. Couples in awful, disastrous marriages stay together for years for all the wrong reasons. Some people end up in entirely unsuitable jobs and never figure out why they're miserable. Others destroy their children without even realising what they've done.

What is it with us?

Why should a perfectly normal person with a single character flaw fall in love with one partner most likely to exploit it? Which perverse muse is responsible for drawing together victim and bully, virgin and philanderer?

Well, sometimes we choose to punish ourselves and sometimes life handles the assignment for us, the difference being that life's casual cruelties have a terrible random anonymity - the illness, the accidents, the acts of violence, all unforeseen. Whereas living together is sometimes like watching a car crash in slow motion; you know something's going wrong but there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Our curse, of course, is to be convinced of our rightness in the face of all reason. Who needs ghosts and demons? We're the enemy and we know it, and the knowledge still doesn't stop us.

This kind of doublethink extends beyond the family into public arena. We know when a government is corrupt, when an advertiser is selling rubbish, when someone is lying for gain - and we go along with it, although we do make satirical jibes on late-night comedy shows.

If this ability to destroy each other unwittingly is counted as a yardstick of the new horror, we suddenly find ourselves with new set of heroes; chroniclers of modern fears would have to include Franz Kafka (bureaucracy, authority), Martin Amis (greed, venality), Aldous Huxley (authoritarianism), Joe Orton (sexual terror), Evelyn Waugh (moral turpitude), H H Monroe (human cruelty), Alan Ayckbourn (disintegration of family), John Collier (retreat from reality), Jonathan Carroll (the end of dreams), Joyce Carol Oates (love's betrayals) and hundreds of other authors not especially linked to the genre, all of whom have spent time cataloguing the cruel ironies of modern life.

This is an age filled with paradox, a time when the great outdoors is less frightening than the inner city. A time when we use jeeps and mountain boots to get through the urban jungle. A time when even pocket faxes, call-switching, mobile phones and Internet news groups can't help us to communicate with each other on anything other than a superficial level.

Conceptual artist Heath Bunting has a habit of picking through skips in the City of London and noticed people throwing equipment away not because it was broken, but because it was no longer wanted. He'd often find a whole computer in a skip - minus it's plug. People cut the plugs off because they know how to reuse them. Technology has run ahead of humanity.

There's a saying that America went from barbarism to decadence without passing through civilisation. Well, we can't afford to be too superior, because it looks like our time to be civilised is well and truly over. Wholesale genocide goes unheeded and unpunished while a televised court case about a celebrity murder tops the ratings. Pop culture is supposed to exist alongside real culture, not replace it.

You think this isna't the decline and fall? Check out the regression in the streets, the territorial markings, the speed tribes and grungies, the eyebrow rings and stomach staples, the restlessness, the aimlessness, the sheer lack of interest in anything real. If it's true that the bench mark of a nation's civilisation is the respect it accords its elders, we're in deep trouble.

I know this seems pessimistic, so I must rely on you, gentle reader, to provide some fresh-faced optimism that will redress the balance. Meanwhile, accept these tales of people facing unusual dilemmas. Some of the characters inhabit present-day cities. Others exist in the landscapes of my imagination. All, no matter how bizarre the stories they relate, have reasons to be fearful in this, the closing chapter of the planet's most incredible century.

Christopher Fowler
Soho, summer 1995

- from Flesh Wounds by CF
 
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Colly said, //When there is nothing solid to give you confidence to go one way or the other, when the husband is not a sympathetic figure and the parents are, when even the medical community can only give you the preponderance of opinion, how can you hope to be certain? Yet how can you afford to be wrong. A life hangs in the balance and you must decide.//

I'm not sure what this uncertainty involves. Have you read the medical affidavits at Terri's site.

She has an atrophied cortex.

She has virtually no cortical function.

She has no motor control.

Her visual systems is apparently not working, her eyes do not 'track.'

There is no sign of a social connection.

There is no sign of communication.

Things have been like this for 10 years.

There are maybe one in a million cases like this, with brain intact, that 'come around.'

There is no imminent 'break through' on the horizon. There has been no regeneration of brains, or approach to it.

On the side issues:
There is no evidence the husband was abusive.
There is no evidence that the husband was less than fully devoted to medical intervention, while it might have worked.
There is no evidence the husband abused his 'guardianship.'

All the above points are, if not certain, so close to it as to be 'virtually certain' beyond 'reasonable doubt,' as in a court of law that may decide the death penalty or not.

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It may be uncertain what she said to hubby 15 years ago, but I, unlike some commenters, think that no longer matters. Apparently he was not the only one told. Indeed it's commonsense: few of us will say--keep me alive if all higher brain function is gone, and I appear like that on TV.

So I think a stronger position can be taken; in the absence of her providing to the contrary and providing the money for it--like those millionaires that want to be cryogenically stored--her life should not be extended any further by medical interventions; the extension after the first couple of years was unethical and immoral, and 'playing God.'
 
Colleen Thomas said:
When there is nothing solid to give you confidence to go one way or the other, when the husband is not a sympathetic figure and the parents are

There IS something solid, Colly, and it is what lovers and friends discuss ... death and what happens to them. After seven years of marriage?

I tell my lovers in two years, and make my lovers promise. Pulease, everyone knows what their lover wants after seven years, and not everyone writes a will. I did not. When my brother broke his kneck he had not, and until my mom was sick she did not, she was 48.

I wont say any more because it makes me fume that people can't let others go, because that is what the diing want! I have been there, on the verge. You know what a last thought is for people on the verge of death? At first worry and selflessness, "what are they going to think and feel, OMG" and then when no one is there it closes to acceptance, "I was happy, had a good life and it is ok to die" without their acceptance.

Thats all :)

THAT is what it is from a perspective of a healthy person, who lived their days free. NOT from the perspective of those born with disabilities, and live their days as they too know it: free.
 
I was in the car earlier this morning and some nitwit on a local yak show was babbling something about a lawyer that came into the hospital room yesterday and allegedly told the woman "if you want to live you have to let us know".

At this point, Ms. Schiavo was allegedly heard to say "aaaahh wannn".

People were calling in after that in tears, saying how the woman was being murdered and there should be an investigation about this latest revelation.

This has been such a hot button issue from the start, but the fact that jerks are more than willing to exploit this horror story for the sake of their agendas or their ratings is enough to turn one's stomach. Next thing you know, they'll be claiming the poor soul was hopping around the hospital room like Gene Kelly doing Singin' In the Rain to push the all life is sacred approach.

When actual life ends is destined to become as contenious as issue as when it begins. If you have definite desires about how you want to be treated in the event of a situation like this, it's wise to let everyone near you know loud and clear, and in writing too. Even that isn't enough sometimes, from what I've been told, but it can't hurt.

Regardless of whether I'm 100% brain dead or not, fifteen years of staring at a Mickey Mouse balloon would be more than enough for me.
 
Pure said:
Colly said, //When there is nothing solid to give you confidence to go one way or the other, when the husband is not a sympathetic figure and the parents are, when even the medical community can only give you the preponderance of opinion, how can you hope to be certain? Yet how can you afford to be wrong. A life hangs in the balance and you must decide.//

I'm not sure what this uncertainty involves. Have you read the medical affidavits at Terri's site.

She has an atrophied cortex.

She has virtually no cortical function.

She has no motor control.

Her visual systems is apparently not working, her eyes do not 'track.'

There is no sign of a social connection.

There is no sign of communication.

Things have been like this for 10 years.

There are maybe one in a million cases like this, with brain intact, that 'come around.'

There is no imminent 'break through' on the horizon. There has been no regeneration of brains, or approach to it.

On the side issues:
There is no evidence the husband was abusive.
There is no evidence that the husband was less than fully devoted to medical intervention, while it might have worked.
There is no evidence the husband abused his 'guardianship.'

All the above points are, if not certain, so close to it as to be 'virtually certain' beyond 'reasonable doubt,' as in a court of law that may decide the death penalty or not.

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It may be uncertain what she said to hubby 15 years ago, but I, unlike some commenters, think that no longer matters. Apparently he was not the only one told. Indeed it's commonsense: few of us will say--keep me alive if all higher brain function is gone, and I appear like that on TV.

So I think a stronger position can be taken; in the absence of her providing to the contrary and providing the money for it--like those millionaires that want to be cryogenically stored--her life should not be extended any further by medical interventions; the extension after the first couple of years was unethical and immoral, and 'playing God.'


Hey Pure,

I've studied most everything I could find on the case and read the medical reports as well as the appellate decisions.

The diagnosis of PVS is in preponderance, but some neurologists have said minimally concious state could be a more correct diagnosis. I'm not a neurologist, I doubt the judges are neurologists, in the abscence of being one, they are dependant on the docs. I can find good reason in each of the dissenting doctor's opinion to question his medical integrity to be sure, but you don't have uninanimous diagnosis, you must go with a concensus. If they are human beings, that lack of definitive medical opinion has to weigh on them, I would think. It would on me and I am fairly comfortable with the PVS diagnosis.

Similarly, there is no written affidavit that she wished not to live in such condition. There are witnesses, who say she said just that, and since those witnesses have been through so many trials and there has been no evidence they aren't being turthful, I am comfortable she did say just that. However, this was said while watching her husband's Grandmother dying and on life support. I think anyone will question if a single utterance, during a high-stress situation should constitute "clear and convincing" evidence. To date I have seen nothing else in the records to support that this was her position, other than her husband's insitance.

Certainly it can be said his motive is open to suspicion. Not that suspicion in any way can translate to certainty, but it does leave one wondering.

I'm not criticizing the decision. I'm certainly not saying I would wish to see it undone or even that I would have ruled differently. I was only opining that there is nothing in the case that is rock solid, upon which a man could hang his hat and walk away with surity. Obviously, if a man could walk away with surity, it wouldn't be such a controversial situation.

Judge Greer has recieved death threats, threats to his family and his church has asked him to leave the congregation. I feel pretty strongly that those men who have had to decide in this case are under as much stress and duress as the families. I don't think I am wrong in mentioning them, or saying they should be in people's thoughts as well.
 
CharleyH said:
There IS something solid, Colly, and it is what lovers and friends discuss ... death and what happens to them. After seven years of marriage?

I tell my lovers in two years, and make my lovers promise. Pulease, everyone knows what their lover wants after seven years, and not everyone writes a will. I did not. When my brother broke his kneck he had not, and until my mom was sick she did not, she was 48.

I wont say any more because it makes me fume that people can't let others go, because that is what the diing want! I have been there, on the verge. You know what a last thought is for people on the verge of death? At first worry and selflessness, "what are they going to think and feel, OMG" and then when no one is there it closes to acceptance, "I was happy, had a good life and it is ok to die" without their acceptance.

Thats all :)

THAT is what it is from a perspective of a healthy person, who lived their days free. NOT from the perspective of those born with disabilities, and live their days as they too know it: free.


Hey Carley :)

As I just said to Pure, I'm not disputing the evidence in the case and I am not disputing the judge's conclusions. I was simply saying in a case like this, the weight of decision on a judge must be terrible. That they, as much as the families should be in people's thoughts.

As much as we in America and I presume elsewhere would like things to be cut and dried, especially when the decision involves death, it can't always be so. This case isn't cut and dried, if it were, it would have occured like thousands of others every day and very few would even know the name Teri Schiavo.

The questions raised, even if you can logically defeat them, or legally remove yourself from them, must come back in the dark of night and demand answers of the men whom make the decisions in such cases.

At this point in the situation, I merely wished to say I feel for them as well as for the families. If my words were taken as expousing one side or the other, I apologize to all, such was not my intent.
 
Colleen Thomas said:
Judge Greer has recieved death threats, threats to his family and his church has asked him to leave the congregation.

So much for behaving like Christ.
 
I think something like this was said in a different thread. The words "live" and "living" keep getting thrown around in descriptions of this woman where the simple fact is that she is not living; she's existing in a bed that she will never be free of.

She'll never run with her children (that will never exist), she won't be flying to Europe to dine in the finest restaurants in the world, she won't again know the satisfaction of a job well-done by her own hands and mind, she won't be swimming in a lake on a hot summer day, she won't be doing naughty things with her husband or a lover ever again, she won't be reading, writing, creating, lounging around on a lazy Sunday afternoon, she'll never again build a snowman after a good snow, she won't be going door to door to sing Christmas carols, she won't be dancing the night away on a Saturday night while her kids are with a babysitter or the grandparents, she won't be working a job and earning money, she won't even be driving a car through rush hour traffic and getting pissed off about not getting to some important meeting on time.

Obviously I can go on and on and on and on with this.

Simple questions remain: Who wants to being lying in some hospital bed with a heartbeat that no longer supplies blood to a functioning and productive mind and body? Who wants to live out their days with someone else wiping their ass every time they shit, which they couldn't control either? These are questions that I could also go on and on with.

I went through something very similar to all this with my wife and her mother. Though I was a bit detatched from the situation, I can say as an observer that my wife made the right choice in having her mother's feeding tube removed. Whether or not Terri's husband is just doing this for selfish reasons, he is making the correct choice.
 
I hope she is allowed to pass quickly so everyone involved can begin to heal. Therapy for all will be needed, I would think.

And my, what filthy vultures the press have become this past week, even above and beyond the norm. And why do I feel like a carrion picker myself?

This private family matter shouldn't be political fare, water-cooler gossip, or fuel for heated words among friends.

Whenever I catch the news now I am hoping to hear the words that Terri Schiavo has died. How horrible is that?

And of course, next to come are the wrongful death lawsuits. :confused:
 
sweetsubsarahh said:
. . . next to come are the wrongful death lawsuits. :confused:
Since we must have the death penalty, what is really needed now are a few wrongful lawsuit death sentences.
 
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