ME AND MURDER

THINKING ABOUT ME AND MURDER Just thinking out loud about the anguish I once endured when the thought of killing someone entered my mind. As a boy the thought of killing another human-being was difficult to conceive and next to improbable to actually carry out. To be sure, there were those moments when anger and revenge made the thought of taking a life less remorseful to contemplate – but when that moment of rage subsided so too did the thought of me ending a human life. Something has happened with my thoughts about murder over the years between my boyhood and now. I now know that I could kill in defense of my life and the lives of others without remorse. I know that if I were certain another human being was plotting to kill me and others that I would seek and destroy him without remorse. It scares me to think that the value of life has been reduced to the point where there is no remorse. In some odd way I'm a direct reflection of the American Government and its willingness to murder in order to achieve its ambitions: that thought does causes me remorse. Adolphus A Ward