My name is Catherine Burke. I am a Victim Of Violent Crime. I am also the mother of a Murdered Child. My 18-year-old daughter, Saskia Savana Burke, was brutally stabbed to death here in our home December 20, 2011... Our murderer has been arrested, and as of today we are still awaiting the prelim... Charged with murder, 2 counts attempted murder, two counts of special circumstances, he is eligible for the death penalty.
I would have never thought, I would find myself to be the mother of a murdered child, the victim of a heinous, violent crime. We were good, moral parents, who raised our children in a very loving home. Our murderer, William Gary Simpson, was a friend of our son's - a friend to our family, for over 10 years... Ten years of birthday parties, Christmas vacations, summer sleepovers and pool parties. Ten years of classes with our son, fieldtrips, lunches and recess... Ten years, of paintball games and 4th of July fireworks, of hanging out and playing Rock Band in our living room... Our murderer was raised in a privileged home, attended the same good schools as our children, and he received good grades. I could have never thought he would plan for almost 1 year, to come into our home 4 days before Christmas, to murder us all!
I was an overly artistic woman, with the rare gift to not only "see" the colors, but to "hear" the music of the colors... I saw LIFE as something you create, and mold, and shape… I knew one thing, with absolute certainty. I wanted to be a mother! I wanted to be surrounded with children… They are incredible creatures, little children. So filled with purity and passion, and awed by everything! Untouched by the prejudices and influences of the adult world, they truly live in the realm of imagination… And in having my own children, working with so many children – I was afforded to live with them in this realm for a very long time…
We raised our children in a warm, loving, family oriented home. I stayed home to raise my children. I spent every day of Saskia's entire life with her! We have always had many children choose to spend time at our house, with our family. They liked to enjoy the structure of a family unit, a place where “mom” was always present, always involved. A home where homework was finished after school each day. A home where dinner was cooked, and the family ate together, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! These children thrived on being listened to and included in an unbiased and unprejudiced environment. And they have always felt loved and accepted, here in our home. In a world where it is hard to find all of these things, our home was ‘sanctuary’ for children. My strong belief that it takes a community to raise the kids, held each child to my own high moral standards. This too, helped each child to become a better person, which in turn made the environment for my children better too! Because you see – I once believed it was possible, to make the world a better place, one child at a time. And when I look back, at all the children I’ve made a difference to? I can think of nothing better a person could ever hope to do with her life! I have succeeded in making a positive difference in this world! And the personal reward I receive – is the overwhelming love and respect from everyone in my life!
December 20, 2011
William Gary Simpson came into our home that morning, with the intention of killing my husband and three children, myself, and the 7 other children staying with us over Christmas break. Why? Because - he could not stand for us to have so much love in our home! He could not tolerate my children, and all the other children, being loved so unconditionally, the way he wanted his parents to love him. HE COVETED WHAT WE HAD…
When the DA asked me “why” he did not kill his own family, but targeted ours – I answered with my insightful truth. In the heart of every child, they have ‘hope’ that one day their parents ‘will’ love them unconditionally. Their parents will finally ‘see’ and ‘hear’ them. If Simpson had killed his own parents, he would never get those things that he wants so much! So he chose, instead, to take it from all of us…
And so, he planned for almost one year... He 'practiced', not only by taking self-defense, sword fighting and martial arts classes at college - but by killing! And then he came with an entire duffle bag filled with knives, watching our home for over 2 weeks while hiding out in a nearby foreclosed home, waiting for the optimum moment - to annihilate us all!
That Monday, December 19, was my son Ian's last day at college until after Christmas break. All the children had been playing rock band in the living room that day. Ian called at 6pm, to let us know he missed the bus home from college. His girlfriend had taken him down and bought him a new cell phone for Christmas, and the activation had taken longer than they thought. His girlfriends’ mother said it was ok for him to stay the night, and he was checking with us that it was ok too.
When Mr. Simpson entered our home (we are not sure if it was the afternoon of Dec. 19, or the early hours of Dec. 20), he went into Ian's room first - the only bedroom downstairs. He thought, from the rumpled covers, Ian was in bed sleeping. He stabbed into them, only to discover Ian was not there. So, he placed a knife on the bed, and threw the covers back over it. My daughter Saskia went downstairs at 4am for a bottle of water. Simpson attacked her with a 15 inch knife, slashing and stabbing into her 9 times before inflicting the fatal wound (stabbing the knife down through her neck to the hilt, sending all 15 inches of blade down through her chest ripping through her heart). "AAHHHH!" "AAAAHHHHH!” Our entire house awoke to the sound of her screams! As I ran from my bedroom and encountered my 13-year-old daughter on the upstairs landing, I ordered her to stay there – ‘DON’T GO DOWNSTAIRS!’ "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" We ran downstairs, as Saskia continued to scream in pain and terror, "Daddyeeeeee!" "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhh!", to discover Saskia already dead on the floor. And Simpson, standing over her with that knife, dripping with her blood. My husband and another child tackled Simpson. I took away the murder weapon. I was going to grab the phone, and call for help, but the phone was missing. I ran out front, and screamed for help! All I could think of was getting help for my daughter! I threw down the murder weapon, and saw a man across the street getting into his truck. I screamed for him to call the police, we need an ambulance, MY DAUGHTER MAY BE DEAD - I NEED HELP! And I ran back inside -
I did not know, Simpson had brought more weapons. I came back in to discover he had stabbed my husband (3 times in the back, puncturing his lung), and to my horror, was standing over this child who was begging for his life, and brought the knife down, severing the artery in his neck! I ran to stop him, but could not reach him in time... As he brought the blade down again severing the artery, and the blood shot out of his boy’s neck, and covered everything! I grabbed the blade as he brought it up the third time, and my husband tackled Simpson. I realized too much in that moment... I realized my Saskia was dead! I realized this boy and my husband were both going to die, as both were bleeding out... I realized, I was going to die. I also realized my 13 year old daughter was standing on the steps, and I HAD TO GET HER OUT OF THE HOUSE! So I turned, and yelled at her to run - and at the same moment, the woman from next door showed up in my doorway. I screamed for her to take my child to her house, lock the doors, and call for help! I threw the knife out front behind them as they ran!
I ran back to the boy, who could no longer sit up from loss of blood. I gently laid him down, grabbed the curtain that was lying on the floor, and pushed it under his skin, to stop the spurting blood. I waded the material up and placed his hand on it, I told him to hold it as tightly as he could. As I did this, I could see beyond him sitting in the hallway - an entire duffle bag filled with knives! But beside me, my husband was losing his strength, as his lung had been punctured, and I didn't have the precious seconds needed to reach the bag and return. So I grabbed the only thing within my reach, I believe it to be the curtain rod, and began beating Simpson with it. As I raised that rod over my head and brought it down into his smiling face, I thought of knocking him out! That image of Simpson’s murderous smiling face is burned into my mind! But as I raised it the second time, I looked into his smiling face and I WANTED TO KILL WILLIAM GARY SIMPSON RIGHT THERE IN MY LIVINGROOM FOR WHAT HE HAD DONE TO SASKIA! And if my husband had not lost his grip on Simpson, because he was bleeding so profusely, I WOULD HAVE! But my husband collapsed, and Simpson jumped up. Three neighbors came through my front door in that same instant! Simpson leaped past me, grabbed the duffle bag and ran out the back door. The neighbors ran in, and followed. Two stopped in their tracks at the site all the blood! One ran through it, but Simpson had already jumped the fence. So he turned, and they all ran back out the front door in pursuit.
Simpson was caught after a 4-day manhunt. When he escaped our house, he went directly to a mental institution, and checked himself in. NOT because he was crazy, but because this too, had been part of his PLAN! He never really thought he would ever need to implement this part of the plan, because he truly thought he would succeed in killing us all! With no witnesses left alive, no one would ever figure out who did it! Simpson's mother picked him up from the institution after two days, and hid him in her home for two more, until her son-in-law called the police to turn him in.
I share this with you here, in this personal place to speak out loud, and tell you the things of such horror and terror!
Please let me introduce you to Saskia Savana Burke!
11-6-93 to 12-20-11 Saskia was academically brilliant, scoring the perfect 600 on the state testing twice, yet humbled by how easy this was for her, and how difficult school was for others! Saskia went out into the world, with love and a special insight for all things, and continued her mothers work to change the world in positive ways! Saskia added her own special touch to the details of everyone’s life, every person she ever encountered. She was open and caring and giving to everyone, always! She was truly the most angelic creature any of us will ever encounter here in this life. How many people can you say are truly genuine? Saskia was. And she infected each one of us with her passion for life, her kind and loving nature, her ‘real’ and ‘true’ happiness, the simple sound of her oh-so-contagious laughter!
Saskia was only 18 years-1 month-14 days-28 minutes old, in the middle of her Senior Year of High School!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anh4Wyb1pNw&feature=sharehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgC1KkWlpjA&feature=youtu.behttp://murrieta.patch.com/search/blog_posts?_utf8=☃&keywords=Catherine+Burkehttp://www.remembersaskia.com/I will spend every moment I continue to live hearing Saskia’s screams! And feeling guilty, for not taking my leave of this life to be with her. I am forever torn between two plains of reality – life, and death! Because I KNOW THE ANSWER, to the question everyone asks… “What would Saskia want me to do now?” I had this conversation with her once. She said to me “momma, if I were to die, I would want you there with me! Don’t wait a single second! Hurry, because I would need you to be there with me! I couldn’t stand to be alone!” Every second spent living, is spent forsaking my Saskia! I do not simply wish for death, I physically ache for it with every breath!
Let Saskia’s words speak loudly for us all! Because this, the most precious gift in life, is what William Gary Simpson has taken, and can never be returned to us:
" I value my happiness. I value how happy and content I am with my life. I value the memories that have made my life as happy as it is. I value my friends and family who make me happy and share my happiness with me. I value all the things that make me happy, like fun and relationships, but what I value most is the fact that I am happy because there are so many people who are not that lucky. I value my happiness the most because the friends and items that you have may change, and circumstances may change, but the fact that
I AM HAPPY WITH WHAT I HAVE
AND WHO I AM -
IS THE MOST PRECIOUS GIFT
THAT I COULD EVER BE GIVEN!”
Having Saskia in our lives, and being a "complete" family was OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFT, and truly made us happy! And inside this box Simpson has placed us in – of horror and terror, misery and pain, hopelessness and injustice, there simply "is" no happiness!
SASKIA’S PASSION – for her life, and her family and her friends! How Saskia has been so wronged! And knowing, her expectations of me, to never let her death be in vain! Knowing, that when I am finally free of this mess to go to her, she will know I did everything I could to take a stand, on all of the issues surrounding her murder, and to affect change - to make a difference FOR HER in this world! She would expect nothing less from me than to fight to protect everyone she has ever loved. She would accept no other excuse from me for staying here, for forsaking her wishes for me to join her NOW! I have a different perspective, from within this inadequate justice system we currently bear… For there is truly no Revenge great enough, no Justice powerful enough to make ANY DIFFERNCE AT ALL… None of it will bring Saskia back! I raised Saskia to believe – ONE PERSON CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! Let that person now be Saskia!
Let her voice now scream loudly for -
PROTECTION !!!
William Gary Simpson took our CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness when he Murdered Saskia! He has destroyed our lives, in too many ways for anyone who isn’t standing in our shoes to imagine! The powerlessness of such complete VICTIMIZATION! Relying now on a dysfunctional Justice system, forcibly held by it with NO RIGHTS! With limited options, which are beyond our control. And yet the FINAL decision? WILL DETERMINE THE FUTURE OF EVERYONE I LOVE! Simpson was caught, and faces the death penalty. A sentence he will never really receive, when it is given to him... Each moment he exists, he is a continued threat to our family. Even from behind bars, he still communicates with the “outside”. He called our house, from jail! I have only my unique perspective as a MOTHER. I look down the road, at the possible future all my children may one day have… To a day when they have families, and children of their own… Knowing they will live EVERY MOMENT, WAITING FOR THE NEXT ATTACK IF HE LIVES! Knowing the lives of my children and my grandchildren, are at stake! Please, do not take this last vestige of safety from my CHILDRENS LIVES! WE, THE VICTIMS, DESERVE A SWIFT AND AFFECTIVE DEATH PENALTY!
And so, I now take a firm stance in this matter, FOR THE DEATH PENALTY! In this election year, the DEATH PENALTY will be on the ballot. Our CA Governor, Jerry Brown, opposes the Death Penalty. I need your help to make Saskia the face for all victims, and give Saskia’s story, to the people of California – AND THIS NATION, as to why the Death Penalty is so important to the Victims of Violent Crime like us. Join me in putting political views, religious beliefs, and personal feelings aside – to finally change our laws! Throughout the history of our country, change only came after someone had reason enough to stand before us and lead the way! I stand before you now – and Saskia is my reason! Let Saskia's words ring loud and true, throughout this country of ours, for the PROTECTION OF ALL SHE LOVED IN THIS LIFE!
Let the sweet voice of my Saskia, that only I can hear now, speak her words, of how SHE feels:
“ I could never forgive someone for taking away my rights, my home, my friends and my life! If things like this happened to me I would be resentful, rather than forgiving. I just couldn’t forgive the people who were so prejudiced that they made me lose my best friends, and school. Just the thought of losing them brings tears to my eyes. I couldn’t forgive the people who took away my parents rights as citizens. I couldn’t forgive the people who restricted my loved ones from doing the things they love. I couldn’t forgive those who made me leave my home. I wouldn’t be able to forgive them for MAKING ME SO SCARED OF THEM, I FROZE WITH FEAR EVERY TIME I HEARD A SOUND!”
Saskia’s thoughts, written just weeks before her murder, for an essay on Anne Frank. “Thinking that Anne forgave the Nazi's for all that, is unbelievably saintly. Even though Anne was just a regular girl like me, she was more remarkable than anyone I have ever heard of! I wouldn’t be as forgiving and naïve. I would be resentful, for being so wronged!” I ran across this open page, sitting in her room amongst her unfinished homework. SASKIA'S THOUGHTS, about an unspeakable horror and injustice that came true for her. HER WORDS, that speak directly to William Gary Simpson, Saskia’s “NAZI”!
She cannot stand before anyone, ever again. She cannot protect the people who she loved, who made her happy every day of her life! But I can stand before this Nation, and speak Saskia's words out loud for her! I can fight, to change the laws we currently have, for the protection of everyone she loved!
This fight includes changing the laws that govern our Police Department. It also includes the Press - to be held to laws which hold them to the truth, and hold them accountable for the outright "LIES" they made up after her murder, to sensationalize her death!
THE REST OF OUR STORY...
2010
Upon HS graduation, Simpson and Richard Frasier asked if they could live with us, so they could attend Riverside Community College with our son Ian. We agreed to rent them room and board, and allowed them to stay with us. The agreement included each boy must find a job, to pay rent.
Both boys moved in with us in June, 2010. They spent the summer looking for work, but due to the economy, could not get jobs. November, 2010, Simpson was finally offered a job. My son Ian brought this to my attention, when, Simpson turned down the job offered at a local video game store. Upon learning Simpson had turned it down, Ian went to the manager and asked if he could have this job, but someone else had been hired.
That evening, I asked Simpson "why" he had turned down the job. After all, it was our agreement. He owed us 6 months rent, for which he had never paid not a penny. Simpson stood there, looking confused, and said "well, I'm in school now. I need to focus on school. I'm not going to be the only one working." I explained to him that each boy, was responsible for himself. Each boy, HAD to get a job. Still looking confused at this thought, he rolled his eyes at me, and walked away.
Later that evening, Simpson took his guitar and a set of strings to Ian, and asked him to restring it. Ian did. The next morning, Ian and Simpson got up and caught the bus for college. After dropping my two daughters at school, I went to the grocery store. Upon checking out, I discovered my entire months grocery money was missing from my purse... That evening, Ian returned alone from college. Simpson had not been on the bus. Ian had not seen him at school. After dinner, Ian discovered his guitar case to be open, under his bed. Upon sliding it out, he could see the empty package his new expensive guitar strings had been in, a present from mom and dad for his birthday... The strings, Simpson had asked Ian to put on his guitar - had been Ian's strings!
By 10pm, we were frantic with worry... We had repeatedly called Simpson's cell phone, but it went straight to voicemail. At 11pm, I called the police to report him missing... He had left that morning with his backpack and guitar, as usual, but not returned home. He had said nothing to us. I knew it was too early for the police to do anything, but I could not reach Simpson's mother, and had no phone number for his father. We knew he had stolen from Ian. We knew he had taken the money from my purse. And yet, we were concerned for his safety.
The next morning, I called a friend who lived by Simpson's mother. I asked if she would stop by the house, to let his mother know her son was missing. A few hours later, she called to say Simpson's mother knew where he was. Simpson had decided to go visit his father, as it was the week of Thanksgiving.
My son Ian, was angered by ALL of this. Not only had his friend taken advantage of his family by living off us and not paying rent, but also he had stolen his guitar strings, and stolen our entire months grocery money! We were now forced to drag our possessions out front and have a garage sale, so we could get enough money to supply groceries for our household of 6 to eat... Ian and Richard went through the house that day, putting all of Simpson's possessions in bags, and setting them out front... Upon opening the bottom drawer, that Simpson was using, we discovered quite the knife collection. I chose to throw them in the trash, and not return them. After all, Simpson was staying with his father, whom he did not have the best relationship with. His father had remarried, and he now had two small children in his house. I did not think it safe, to return these knives to Simpson...
When everything was packed up outside, Ian called Simpson's cell phone and left the message for him that their friendship was over, and he could come to get his things from out front at any time. When Simpson's father, who is a police officer, brought him to get his things, I confronted him about his son's behavior. Not paying the debts, he was responsible for. Lying to us, stealing from us... His father LAUGHED, and said it was not his problem - I should take it up with his mother!
November 30, 2010
A note was left on our front door, by Simpson. A note to Ian, telling him Happy Birthday.
Many children came to our home during Thanksgiving break. This particular afternoon of the 30th, the children were sitting in the living room, discussing Simpson's behavior after reading this bizarre note. Simpson was egotistical, and arrogant. The type of child who thought he knew everything, and often made up lies about things which he knew nothing of to sound self-important. He was entirely selfish, and had a strong sense of superiority over others. During this discussion, I overheard Richard talking about an incident where they had been playing a video game. As there are only two controllers, and there were 4 people playing, they all took turns. Except Simpson did not want to share, nor give up his turn. When Simpson finally took a bathroom break, Richard began playing - taking his long awaited turn. Simpson returned and became enraged, pulled out his pocketknife and held it to Richard's throat!
None of the children had taken this threat seriously at the time. Not serious enough, to even mention it to Mom and Dad at the time. For they all saw Simpson as "wimpy", with his rather "effeminate nature"... None of the children saw him as the least bit threatening or dangerous. But upon hearing this statement, I became alarmed. So much so, I called the police, to report it.
"A MINOR CHILD HELD A KNIFE, TO THE THROAT OF ANOTHER MINOR CHILD IN MY HOME"!
The officer came, and I gave him all the details. After all, both children were minors. And while I could not do anything further for this boy, I now felt the police SHOULD. I could see a child who was morally going down a misguided path. And his parents were doing nothing about his behavior. And the two things that bothered me the most - Holding a knife, to another child’s throat - and stealing from his best friend of over 10 years, spoke volumes to me that something was wrong with Simpson. The officer, however, took my report and decided to do nothing. He saw no immediate threat, as Simpson was not presently at our home. I argued, for 15 minutes, the morality of this issue. After all, HE HAD BEEN AT OUR HOME ONLY THIS MORNING! How it was the responsibility, when his parents refused to do their job, of society itself to set this young man straight on his moral path. How he was headed down such a morally wrong path, and he needed intervention... But my words fell on the deaf ears of this officer. He still chose to do nothing. And offered to me "if Simpson returns, give us a call..."!
When we called over 1 year later, in December 2011, it was to inform the police Simpson had returned - to murder us all, and had slaughtered our daughter!
THE PRESS
That morning, the press arrived as quickly as the police. I was being held captive, in the garage of the house next door - having been told by the police officer keeping me captive that Saskia was in fact alive, and the paramedics were working on her - only to be told the truth hours later, that she had in fact died immediately, and they only lied to keep me there... All that time, asking the police to walk 6 houses down my street, and inquire from the neighbor boy who had been at my house last night - to call my son! When Ian's new cell phone was activated the night before, he had called this boy - and he would have this new number on the call log. All that time, I did not know if my son was alive, or if Simpson had started his murderous rampage in Riverside! I did not know if my son, his girlfriend and her mother may be stabbed to death too, or worse, dying because no one was getting to them in time! And for two hours, the police did nothing. When they finally admitted Saskia was dead, I could take it not longer! I ran from that house, and as an officer tried to grab me I screamed, capturing the attention of the media parked in the street! I challenged this officer to stop me, and he realized the media was watching, and had no choice but to let me go! I walked down the street, the police hurrying to get in front of me, to get the neighbors house before I did... This neighbor boy had Ian's girlfriend’s number, and we dialed her instead. I took the phone when she answered, and asked it they were ok. When she said yes, I asked her to go somewhere, where Ian could not hear our conversation. I had to tell her what had happened, explain to her not to let Ian or her mother leave, but to lock the doors and windows and wait for the police to arrive, because Simpson had escaped, and may be on his way there! This neighbor boy said he would drive there with the police, to tell Ian himself what had happened to his beloved sister, to his family! We were all afraid, of how Ian would react, and what he might do! I asked this girlfriend not to say anything to Ian, until the boy and the police arrived...
Meanwhile, as I was held hostage next door... My husband was put into the back of an ambulance, where paramedics were working to stabilize him for transport to the hospital. An officer was questioning my husband, about what happened. With one collapsed lung, my husband barely had the ability to utter Simpson’s name. This officer, kept asking my husband 'why our daughters boyfriend had returned to the house to kill her - had they argued? Was he jealous of her new boyfriend?' My husband could not find the breath to explain the situation, and kept shaking his head 'NO'! The media, standing behind this officer and listening to his line of questioning, then wrote the following article:
MURRIETA: Triple stabbing leaves 1 dead, 2 wounded
http://www.pe.com/local-news/riverside-county/murrieta/murrieta-headlines-index/20111220-murrieta-triple-stabbing-leaves-1-dead-2-wounded.eceIn this article, it is claimed they spoke with my mother in law about Simpson, and she told them Simpson was 'kicked out after Paul (my husband) thought Simpson was "googley eyed and gaga" over Saskia'. The TRUTH? Gary is gay, and never, ever, had any interest in Ian's little sister, what so ever. The truth - THAT SIMPSON CAME TO KILL US ALL was never mentioned! The press simply ran with this twist that was implied by the questioning officer, and OUTRIGHT LIED, to the world!
And this lie, that this black child had been kicked out of our home by the white parents after his interest in our white daughter, got the attention of both the WHITE RACIST GROUPS, AND - THE BLACK HATRED GROUPS. Both groups grabbed this story because of this twist, and to our horror, this is what has happened:
http://nationalblackfootsoldiernetwork.blogspot.com/December 21, 2011
Controversial California Black Foot Soldier Augustus Dubois is reportedly calling the stabbing death of an eighteen year old reparations offender from a family of generational race criminals yet another act of the Divine Universal Race Karma Caucasus mountain descendants face for their unrestituted for skin color based terrorism against the earth's people of color. The teen, Saskia Burke, was allegedly stabbed multiple times by William Gary Simpson Jr. - an African American foster child her family had taken in but reportedly kicked out of their home over a year ago. "Saskia's mother's tears are hypocritical & empty. For this is what her morally depraved forefathers purchased for her," Cali Black Foot Soldier Augustus Dubois; Cali Penitentiary Islam Elders: Brother Simpson called by God to fulfill vengeance against family's hypocrisy."
Kyleigh Crane and Saskia Burke Deserved It!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
7 Year Old Kyleigh Crane & 18-year-old Saskia Burke: Did They Deserve It? According to Universal Race Karma, Not Only Yes, But (Perhaps) More; The Laws of Divine Universal Race Karma & The White Man: What If God Wants to Use You to Fulfill His Vengeance Against a Devil?
“All whites deserve to experience the loss they experienced. Somebody remind these desolate demons called whites that this is what their forefathers would have us do unto them.”
– Elijah Ahmadinedad
AND
http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/021272.html#postcommentWHITE FAMILY TAKES BLACK YOUTH INTO THEIR HOME, ENDS UP WITH MURDERED DAUGHTER AND SEVERELY INJURED FATHER
Robert B. writes:
The fruits of liberalism—
The family “houses people in need”—who are total strangers, including a “troubled youth” who is also a total stranger and who just happens to be the same age as their beautiful daughter. The “troubled youth” gets into the house at 4 a.m. without having to break in. Did he have a key? My guess is that people came and went at their leisure. After all, the homicide victim’s seventeen year old boyfriend is also in the home at 4 a.m.—which is apparently “normal.”
So, allow me, please, to draw some conclusions. These people most likely belong to a non-traditional church that may be (likely) Catholic. By non-traditional I mean the kind that uses guitars for musical accompaniment instead of an organ. Part of the church’s program is to “house the poor.” When they run out of space in the church basement, they push these people out into congregant’s homes. This man obviously didn’t care if his daughter was having sex under his very nose as evidenced by the presence of his daughter’s boyfriend in his home at 4 a.m. Why else would the young man be there at that time of the night? He probably had apprehensions about the black youth’s behavior but decided it was his “inner racist” and fought it hard. Eventually, his “inner racist” got the better of him and he asked the “troubled youth” to leave. The “troubled youth” probably dwelt on the father’s racism as the father allowed another, most likely white, boy to stay in the home and have sex with his daughter. The “troubled youth” fulminated on this and decided to take revenge for being denied sex with the man’s daughter. The second photo of the murdered girl speaks directly to the father’s intelligence. The father was stupid to allow a young black kid from a “troubled home” under the same roof with his hot-little-number daughter. However, what I just said was from the perspective of not having read the additional information about the family’s rather liberal rules regarding visitors in the wee hours and its implications regarding morality.
I believe Robert B. may be on to something. If the daughter was promiscuous, the black kid may have made an approach, been turned down, possibly brusquely, assigned it to racism, and, being “troubled” (cf. nationalblackfootsoldiernetwork.blogspot.com), flew into a killing rage. But who knows, really.
My point is, the father’s an idiot. It’s all on his head, the way I see it. It happened under his brainless watch.
All of that aside and out of mind (what can one do!), I wish you a Merry
ALL OF THESE WORDS, FROM THE BLACK AND WHITE SIDE OF THINGS! EQUALLY REPUGNANT!!
In those first few days, while our child's body and our home were CRIME SCENE's... The media went to Saskia's facebook page, and stole her pictures and her favored quotes. And then quoted these quotes, as HER WORDS! And posted her picture, on these websites of HATRED! With our names and address...
As you can see, our lives have been destroyed. Every last vestige, is destroyed for us, to us! With all that has happened, I can only look at life this way-
Catherine Burke died too, the morning of December 20, 2011... I can point to the very spot, when her soul shattered, and left this physical embodiment. It was her destiny, to die that morning. But for all her life, Cat was good. And beyond her death, she was rewarded for that extreme goodness.
Many times that morning, her physical body was spared. Something outside of herself, protected that body. EVERYONE ELSE was injured in the ongoing battle with Simpson that morning! At one point, after Simpson had stabbed her husband and the other child, Simpson had the knife raised over Cat, and she grabbed the blade, and incredibly her husband (bleeding profusely, with 1 collapsed lung) gathered the strength to tackle Simpson away, leaving Cat holding that knife! Cat took two knives from Simpson in that battle, grabbing each one by the blade, and didn't get cut! Her body was spared, so it could finish what needed to be done!
To help all the children, in their time of mourning... To see the police officer fired, for choosing to do nothing with the initial police report, that could have saved Saskia - to ensure that officer is never again allowed to make such an unforgivable mistake to someone else... To hold the media accountable, for their lies - to show them that COMPASSION, at a time of great loss, is the only way humans should respond... To make absolutely certain, WILLIAM GARY SIMPSON IS GIVEN THE DEATH PENALTY, so that none of her children will ever again, be forced to see him or fight to keep him from being paroled!
I do not speak in terms of Heaven and Hell. But rather in terms of Good and Evil.
For all that these people were Good, Evil coveted and came.
These things are the last good, Cat can ever do.
And do them, she will!
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