Very often in cases where children are killed by one or both of their parents, I almost feel a sense of relief. That the babies didn't have to grow up in an environment of violence and/or neglect. I'm sorry to say that, but that's how I feel.
But in this case, Ethan was thriving right where he was. He was loved and cared for by those around him. SS did NOT want him for any purpose but to hurt Joe. She didn't love that sweet baby nor did she want to care for him, IMO. She is every bit as guilty as her "man." They both deserve to die, but whatever death to which the state of UT sentences them, it will not be enough. If it's not EXACTLY the way that baby died, it will not be fair or just.
BBM
He was
cherished. To go from such love to such evil and murdered within
days... and my heart breaks to think of what must have been going through Ethan's mind during those days.
This poem is reprinted with permission. (it was also posted a few threads back)
Dear Mommy,
I didn’t want to come to Utah
I’ll miss my daddy so
I don’t have any friends here ...
But, the judge told my daddy I had to go.
But, I think that we’ll have fun together-
Maybe we can go to the park?
Maybe we can watch cartoons
Or play hide and seek in the dark.
Maybe we can bake a cake
Or we can play on the slide
Or you know I like to color and draw-
We can use chalk on the street outside.
Mommy, I didn’t mean to fall
And drop your plate and make it shatter.
I was running too fast to help clean up
I’m sorry … the reason doesn’t matter.
Mommy, please – I’m really sorry
I will always do what you say
Or I know that I’ll get slapped again.
But, he seems to do it anyway.
Mommy, I’m sorry that I can’t stop crying
I’ll go straight to bed.
I just can’t help it… I’m so tired
Please tell him to stop hitting my head.
Mom, stop taking pictures-
I just don’t feel like I can smile.
Mom, can I please have some medicine?
My head’s been hurting for a while.
Mommy I’m sorry that I got so dirty
And, I know that it’s a lesson I have to learn.
Please let me out of this bath tub
It’s hot and my legs are starting to burn.
Mom, is that my dad on the phone?
Can I please tell him hi?
I promise I won’t tell him your boyfriend hurts me-
And, I promise I won’t cry.
Mom, please let me out of here.
I’m hungry and tired and sad.
Can I please have some dinner?
Just a little bit- I promise I won’t make you mad.
Mommy, where are you?
I need you to help me please.
Mommy…PLEASE… I need your help
I am begging on my knees.
Mommy, I think I’m tired now
I have no more tears to cry.
I probably won’t wake up this time
So, this is my goodbye-
Mommy- I am just so little
And, I didn’t mean to make you mad.
I’m going up to heaven now-
And, really….I’m kind of glad.
But, mom, one thing before I go
I just need to say-
Please tell my dad I love him.
But, I will be okay.
I am going to heaven now.
And I won’t hurt anymore.
I will smile and run around
And I will be able to act like I’m four.
Please-I never got to tell my dad
And, I just want him to be sure-
That he knows, that I know, that I was his world
And he tried to protect me from who he knew you were.
Mother- I can’t stay awake anymore
My eyes are closing…I can’t see.
I wonder if you will be shown the mercy
That you were never able to show me.
Tell my dad I’m sorry I couldn’t come home.
But I am going to heaven today.
But, I’ll be watching him from up above
And I’ll show him I’m there in my very own way.
He’ll see my smile in the sunshine
He’ll feel my warmth from it’s rays.
I will wait in heaven for him.
Until it’s his time to come this way.
Please bless my dad, and those who will cry
Because I am leaving earth this way.
Please thank them for their love and ask them
To please help get justice for kids like me today.
Love,
Ethan
by Stephanie Johnson-Hart