A Widow's Plea on Parole Hearing Intervals
Please write a personal letter to your elected representative and ask them to increase parole hearing intervals to 10 years or 3 Strikes.
I'm Just Like You
I have been where you fear to be;
I have seen what you fear to see;
I have done what you fear to do;
All these things I have done for you.
I am the one you lean upon,
The one you cast your scorn upon,
The one you bring your troubles to,
All these things I have been for you.
The one you ask to stand apart,
The one you feel should have no heart,
The one you call the "man in blue";
But I am a person, just like you.
And through the years,
I have come to see
That I am not what you ask of me.
So take this badge, take this gun;
Will you take it? - Will anyone?
And when you watch a person die
And hear a battered baby cry,
Then do you think that you can be
All these things you ask of me?
I have attended my husbands murders parole proceedings every five years since 1998. There were no breaks from one hearing to the next. When I successfully convinced the parole board to keep Thomas DeSherlia in prison. I had not won the war merely a temporary and hollow victory as I had to immediately begin preparing for the next hearing and the next after that. Failure on my part would have resulted in this vile person being released back upon our society to kill innocent people, again and again as he has done in Alabama and Florida.
There is no loss to society by keeping murders incarcerated for the rest of their lives.
How can we make our streets safe from these hardened and violent criminals if we the people aren't diligent? Only through the crescendo of your many voices can we assure the victims and their families that we respect their right to justice and that society will be protected.
FACTS & FIGURES
On average, one law enforcement officer is killed in the line of duty somewhere in the United States every 53 hours. Since the first known line-of-duty death in 1791, more than 19,000 U.S. law enforcement officers have made the ultimate sacrifice
Men and women in green, brown, or blue,
to the badge and code we are true.
Of us you seldom think,
while your lives are in the pink.
We serve come rain, snow, or sun,
to save a life, maybe draw our gun.
Performing task's that most don't want,
patrolling streets --- the lawless haunt.
Yes it's true and somewhat sad,
some break the code and do go bad.
You poke fun and make some jokes,
but most us are just good hometown folks.
Don't think of us as men and women of steel,
without a heart, or that we do not feel.
We know joy and also fear,
we laugh, we love, and we even shed a tear.
We have friend's, home's, kid's, hubby's and wives,
but for strangers risk we risk our lives.
Next time you see one of us, stop -- say thanks,
to man or woman that fill our ranks.
- Author Unknown