Bastards

Do you still have your appendix?  I don’t, and I know the pain associated with appendicitis.  My Dad doesn’t have his appendix either, and I vividly recall my Mum and I picking him up at the Philly airport in 1976 when he was suffering from a ruptured appendix.  I recall it so vividly because when my Dad walked off the plane, he could barely walk and I thought he looked no different than a cadaver in a coffin.  He barely survived.

Claire Wolfe fingers a story about Omar Paisley, a seventeen year old youth who died while in the custody of Miami authorities.  Callous seems too gentle a word to describe the attitude Paisley’s jailers displayed while he suffered.  Unlike my Dad, Paisley didn’t stand a chance while in the hands of the state.

Here’s the story.

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