Yesterday, Brian Dorsey was executed for a crime he committed in 2006. By all accounts, during his time in prison, he became remorseful for his actions and was a “model prisoner,” to the point that multiple corrections officers backed his petition for clemency.

https://www.cnn.com/2024/04/09/us/brian-dorsey-missouri-execution-tuesday/index.html

In general, the media is painting him as the victim of a justice system that fails to recognize rehabilitation. I find this idea disgusting. Brian Dorsey, in a drug-induced stupor, murdered the people who gave him shelter. He brutally ended the life of a woman and her husband, and (allegedly) sexually assaulted her corpse. There is an argument that he had ineffective legal representation, but that doesn’t negate the fact that he is guilty.

While I do believe that he could have been released or had his sentence converted to life in prison, and he could have potentially been a model citizen, this would have been a perversion of justice. Actions that someone takes after committing a barbaric act do not undo the damage that was done. Those two individuals are still dead, and he needed to face the ramifications for his actions.

Rehabilitation should not be an option for someone who committed crimes as depraved as he did. Quite frankly, a lethal injection was far less than what he deserved, given the horror he inflicted on others. If the punishment should fit the crime, then he was given far more leniency than was warranted.

  • mommykink@lemmy.world
    29·
    8 months ago

    Who said anything about murdering him? The state cannot commit murder. There’s an argument to be made that Dorsey did not deserve the death penalty (I don’t think he did), but this is a dangerously reductive view.

    But last time I talked to you you were misconstrueing my argument about society’s responsibility to preserve its safety, so I suppose you are too.

      • mommykink@lemmy.world
        15·
        8 months ago

        My guy if you want to hash it out in that thread again, go there, but to recap:

        An untrained, unfenced pit bull is a massive threat to both safety and property. The OP of that thread expressed legitimate concerns w/r/t both and was looking for advice on how to stop it. I gave two options, with emphasis that the most harm-reductive one be taken first. What exactly was your advice, again? That the OP spend several thousand dollars reinforcing their yard’s fencing to keep their neighbor’s pit out?

          • SnurtEnglish
            2·
            1 month ago

            You two just enjoy arguing 🙂

              • SnurtEnglish
                2·
                1 month ago

                I’m new to this whole lemmy thing. Reddit seems to have stopped people seeing my posts. I just happened on this as I was browsing through. I’m from UK. Nice to meet you maggot fart.

              • SnurtEnglish
                2·
                1 month ago

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                  • SnurtEnglish
                    2·
                    1 month ago

                    Hi, I had two curries for tea, and then went casino, and I started farting at the table. It was OK though, cause there was a ragged looking guy sitting next to me, and everyone thought he was the creator of the whiff. But then the dam broke, and before I had time to move, I had rivers of  stinking shit all in my pants and down my legs. But it was OK, cause ragged was still there. I was winning big, so was reluctant to make a move home, but in the end the silent farts had become a thing of the past, and I was exposed as the gruesome creator of foulness. I said sorry to everyone, and threw a couple chips at each, unfortunately they were partially shitstained as I had to scratch my arsemess. I picked up my chips, and ran for the door in the hope of avoiding covering the casino floor in my leakage, but the attempt, though valiant, was ultimately in vain. I’m gonna get someone to cash my chips for me, and not go back for two years. Might be OK then.