The death penalty has long been a topic that has fascinated me. It has also mystified me and enraged me. On so many levels, the death penalty just does not make sense, or even seem remotely justifiable.
The idea that the government can kill it’s own citizens is baffling.
The barbaric idea of an eye for an eye is antiquated.
It is not an effective crime deterrent.
It is not as cost effective as believed.
The suggestion that it is beyond the realm of possibility that we are, and have, executed innocent people has been blown out of the water over the past few years, thanks to DNA evidence, scientific advancements, and the tireless work of people like Barry Scheck and his Innocence Project. He wrote an editorial on HuffPost about an upcoming article in the New Yorker that investigated the case of Cameron Todd Willingham, executed despite DNA evidence.
Pennsylvania’s Nick Yarris is an example. After 8,057 days on Death Rom, he was exonerated.
241 people have been exonerated post-conviction from DNA evidence.
17 of those had served time on death row.
3,005 years is the total amount of time served by those exonerated.
And when all else fails, as people usually do when they have run out of resources to back up their position, they try and go for an emotional jugular. So to put that to bed, even if my mom, sister or Jill was raped and/or murdered, no, I would not want the person who did it to face the death penalty.