Sometimes it really does look like justice

From the Chicago Sun-Times:

A Cook County jury deliberated for nearly three hours Thursday before convicting a Des Plaines man of felony aggravated animal cruelty for kicking a neighbor girl’s nine-week-old kitten to death last year.

The seven-woman, five-man jury rejected a lesser misdemeanor charge and convicted 34-year-old William Buske of the more serious felony offense that carries a maximum three-year prison sentence.

Buske, who testified during the two-day trial that he hadn’t meant to harm the orange, tiger-striped cat, lowered his head briefly and looked stunned when the verdict was delivered Thursday night.

His attorney said Buske, a construction worker, was “very upset” by the verdict.

And precisely how does he think that little girl felt when she found her kitten was dead?  And when she realized he was the creep who had killed her pet?  And what about when she was forced to relive it by testifying during his trial?  Might she have been “very upset” during those times and at every point in between?  I have no compassion for Buske and certainly do hope the verdict hit him below the belt.  He certainly deserves a little misery of his own.

Several jurors appeared upset as their verdict was read in the Rolling Meadows courtroom. At least one woman juror cried as jurors were polled about the verdict.

Outside the courtroom, only the jury foreman offered a brief comment on the case. “I think we made the right decision,” said the foreman…

I wholeheartedly agree with that.  It seems unnecessarily difficult in the U.S. to enact justice upon those who harm animals.  The law tends to favor the criminal instead of the victim, and much of that is due to an inability by Americans to see animals as anything other than commodities (like the rest of the environment).  This is one case where the maximum penalty was applied.  It won’t bring back that little girl’s kitten.  It certainly doesn’t negate the horrible offense he perpetrated against an innocent feline.  Nevertheless, there is at least a small bit of satisfaction in seeing the jury go for the more serious felony charge rather than letting this cretin get away on a lesser misdemeanor charge.

Sometimes, if you look hard enough, you can find incidents where the system really does protect those unable to protect themselves.

Random Thought

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity.

— Christopher Morley

Carnival barking

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Kinship

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) wrote this poem a century ago.  It is one of the best poetic works regarding animals and is often cited as the raison d’être by many in the animal rescue and protection arenas.  As someone who feels deeply about protecting and caring for animals, surely “the least of these”, I wanted to share it with you because it carries a deep meaning for me as well.  I hope it can also touch your heart in favor of those who rely on us for their very survival.

It begs the question: who shall speak on behalf of those creatures humans give no voice?  I hope in my life that I can stand among those brave enough to be counted advocates for the animals of our world.  Someone must speak for them in the court of human affairs where they are denied participation and protection.

I am the voice of the voiceless;
Through me the dumb shall speak,
Till the deaf world’s ear be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak.

From street, from cage and from kennel,
From stable and zoo, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.

Oh, shame on the mothers of mortals
Who have not stopped to teach
Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes,
The sorrow that has no speech.

The same force formed the sparrow
That fashioned man the king;
The God of the whole gave a spark of soul
To furred and to feathered thing.

And I am my brother’s keeper,
And I will fight his fight,
And speak the word for beast and bird,
Till the world shall set things right.