Tuesday, 22 October 2019
Monday, 21 October 2019
Fred Allen, a former member of the tied-down team who used to strap the condemned to the gurney, had a break down after 125 executions.
Helping to kill people was too much for him. He quit his job and lost his pension.
But he didn't care, he wanted to live his "dash".
The "dash" is the space between the day you're born to the time you die. This is a portrait of Michael Perry, one of the 2 men convicted of a triple homicide in Conroe, Texas. He was executed on the 1st of July, 2010. His was born on the 9 April, 1982. His "dash" was a short and sad one. I am not sure if that was how he wanted to live his "dash". I don't think anyone would.
This is a portrait of Jason Burkett, the other man convicted of the crime. He escaped the death sentence.
His father, who was also in prison, appeared in the sentencing hearings to tell the jury what a tragic family life his son had since he was born. This spared Jason Burkett the death sentence. In the film there was a part where Delbert Burkett talked about the day when he knew that Michael Perry was going to be executed. He was beyond sad. When he talked about it, the emotions that came out moved me greatly.
The other part that got me was when he talked about being handcuffed with his son in a police van. He said he felt like a total failure being chained with his son like that, side by side. I felt a lot for him.
There is a strange character in the film. She is the wife of Jason Burkett, who worked in the support group for Jason Burkett after his conviction. She married him in the prison, over a phone and separated by a bulletproof wall of glass. She got pregnant by Burkett in a mysterious way, hinting that it was through smuggled "contraband" from him. Here she is showing her foetus from her phone.
I made this second comic about her because I wanted to show her "madness".
Wednesday, 9 October 2019
Saturday, 5 October 2019
Once a wallaby came to live in our backyard for many days. I tried to give her water. But like all wild things, she didn't know that I wasn't going to harm her.When Ifound out that she had an injured leg, I called the Wildlife Rescue. The woman who came to save her took one quick look at the injured leg and told me that they would have to put her down. Then she found a joey in her pouch and told me that they would take care of it. I was devastated. I wanted to help the wallaby, but it ended up with them going to kill her. If I had not called the Wildlife Rescue she might have gone on living several more days with her baby. She didn't even look that sick. Surely they could treat her injuries and make her well again?