The Indiana Torture Slaying (1966)
I just finished watching An American Crime. About 6 weeks ago I watched The Girl Next Door.
An American Crime (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0802948/)
The Girl Next Door (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0830558/)
The first one is more accurate and includes details from the trial. The second is based on a book that was "inspired" by the same crime; although if the movie is any indication of the brutality in the book, Jack Ketchum has taken this message to an unwelcome low.
An article on the actual crime (http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/young/likens/1.html)
I don't know what to say. I am very sad right now. I honesty have not felt emotionally sicker in my life.
And that's a good thing.
People might decry these movies as "sensationalist perversions" but I vehemently disagree. You will not make it 5 seconds into any of the brutal scenes with your "perversion" intact; unless you are truly broken. I have read the trutv article (24 pages) and I am not the only one numbed and disgusted by this; it seems many have scoured the internet in dismay searching for some answer.
Guess what? There is no answer. No reason. It's simply unthinkable. Lord of Flies. Times one thousand.
I am glad we are remembering Sylvia and what happened to her. Maybe the next time someone hears screaming next door, or sees something inappropriate or concerning, or GOD FORBID, some poor child comes to us and TELLS US they are being abused, perhaps we won't just ignore it like a bunch of fucking cowards. Perhaps we'll do something about it.
Pay attention! Do something!
I just wish Sylvia Marie Likens didn't have to endure such unspeakable acts and ultimately her death to impress that upon us.
Maybe I just feel guilty because there was a moment in my life when I felt strongly that I should have done something, and I didn't. Perhaps I am just feeling the sting, and having conveniently swept it away with the same moronic dismissal as all those people around her, am now realizing just how much of a coward I was. And what it might have caused. Or what I might have prevented. I don't know. I hate feeling like this. But I think Sylvia deserves at least one night of my guilt and sorrow.
And for me to remember.
I just finished watching An American Crime. About 6 weeks ago I watched The Girl Next Door.
An American Crime (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0802948/)
The Girl Next Door (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0830558/)
The first one is more accurate and includes details from the trial. The second is based on a book that was "inspired" by the same crime; although if the movie is any indication of the brutality in the book, Jack Ketchum has taken this message to an unwelcome low.
An article on the actual crime (http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/young/likens/1.html)
I don't know what to say. I am very sad right now. I honesty have not felt emotionally sicker in my life.
And that's a good thing.
People might decry these movies as "sensationalist perversions" but I vehemently disagree. You will not make it 5 seconds into any of the brutal scenes with your "perversion" intact; unless you are truly broken. I have read the trutv article (24 pages) and I am not the only one numbed and disgusted by this; it seems many have scoured the internet in dismay searching for some answer.
Guess what? There is no answer. No reason. It's simply unthinkable. Lord of Flies. Times one thousand.
I am glad we are remembering Sylvia and what happened to her. Maybe the next time someone hears screaming next door, or sees something inappropriate or concerning, or GOD FORBID, some poor child comes to us and TELLS US they are being abused, perhaps we won't just ignore it like a bunch of fucking cowards. Perhaps we'll do something about it.
Pay attention! Do something!
I just wish Sylvia Marie Likens didn't have to endure such unspeakable acts and ultimately her death to impress that upon us.
Maybe I just feel guilty because there was a moment in my life when I felt strongly that I should have done something, and I didn't. Perhaps I am just feeling the sting, and having conveniently swept it away with the same moronic dismissal as all those people around her, am now realizing just how much of a coward I was. And what it might have caused. Or what I might have prevented. I don't know. I hate feeling like this. But I think Sylvia deserves at least one night of my guilt and sorrow.
And for me to remember.
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