Amber, Botham and Murder in our Country

Since I watched a lot of the trial and I’ve thought a lot about it the last few days, I want to discuss the Amber Guyger case. The hard to swallow pill is that opinions on anything with which you weren’t directly involved are likely to be highly ill-informed. Before you make a large assumptive statement based on click bait titles from news stations that didn’t even get a seat in the courtroom, think about the validity and importance of your opinion. Guess what, you have none. I have none. The only two people that have the real understanding of what happened are Botham Jean and Amber Guyger. Unfortunately, only one of them is still alive and that leaves the rest of the ill-informed world to judge her based on ‘facts’ that can usually persuade you with ethos and pathos on your position.

But, judging her is required. It’s required so that she doesn’t do it again. It’s required so that we learn from both of their mistakes. It’s required so that apartment complexes fix locks quickly. And it’s required to send a message to everyone that no matter who you are, you will be held accountable for your mistakes and actions. And because of that, I’m not going to talk about my opinion of her trial and the case, instead, I’m going to talk about murder.

When we think about murder cases; we think of them as distant. Things that can never happen to us. And for the most part, you’re right. We individually have a 1 in 20,000 chance of being murdered. If you played women’s basketball in high school, you actually have a better chance of becoming a professional basketball player (1 in 13,000) than you do of being murdered. And you have a better chance of dying of leukemia than you do of being murdered (1 in 12,500). But being murdered yourself isn’t the only way that murder can affect you.

The odds get closer when you look at the chances of your immediate family getting taken from you. That being your Mom, your Dad, your brother or sister (assuming you only have two siblings) and one of your two children (if you have any) has a 1 in 3500 chance of having their life taken from them from another human being. To put that into perspective, average cruise ships hold about 6,000 people and Jesus was able to feed 4,000 people with a few loafs of bread and a couple small fish, granted it was a miracle. But anyone who watched the case for the trial this past week knows that it isn’t just immediate family that is affected by a murder. If we use Dunbar’s number of about 150 people, which includes immediate family, extended family, close friends and friends you see regularly, coworkers and a couple acquaintances, then the chance of you knowing someone in at least a familiar social way that will be murdered goes up to a 1 in 140 chance. That chance isn’t far away at all. We see all kinds of stories of murder on television but we push them far away so that we don’t have to deal with them. So that we don’t have to deal with as much fear as we should be feeling.

We don’t think about every day actions that we do that could increase our likelihood of being killed randomly or personally by another human being. Did you know that driving with your doors unlocked or going to the ATM at night can increase your chance? Did you know that you are most likely to be killed by someone in the same demographics as you? Even in a diverse nation, we are most likely to be killed by people in our own race and age group. Unless, of course, you’re a woman and then you’re most likely to be killed by your husband or your boyfriend. That means that the single most important decision a woman can make in preventing herself from being killed is the partner that she chooses.

What happened to Botham is so tragically seared into our minds because we realize that that could happen to anyone. Anyone could be sitting on their couch, watching television and then get shot dead by an intruder into their home. And there is no way that he could have prevented it. We dismiss most murders because we think, oh I’m not a prostitute or a druggie or a black man or a woman who chose the wrong husband. I would never make THAT mistake or that’s a problem for that demographic to deal with, not me. So why worry? What can we even do about it? I don’t have the answers and I don’t have any solutions. I think that it’s just something we should be conscious of and be educated on. Educate others. Protect yourself and the ones you love because losing each other before our time is way more prevalent than you might imagine.

And if you must state an opinion on the Amber Guyger Case, please at least watch the trial first.

https://www.statista.com/statistics/195331/number-of-murders-in-the-us-by-state/
https://www.worldometers.info/world-population/us-population/
https://www.google.com/search?q=population+of+texas&rlz=1C1NHXL_enUS847US847&oq=population+of+texas&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l5.3591j0j8&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

https://www.dartmouth.edu/~ears5/handouts/Prob_dying6_25_99.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunbar%27s_number

5 Things I learned after My Mom Died

  1. I needed her way more than I thought I did. I need people in general way more than I thought I did. And I’m learning that that isn’t a weakness. Accepting that I need people was a difficult thing for me to do. I wanted all of my life to be independent and self-sustaining and if I felt myself needing someone, I felt vulnerable and would back away. Hence, I found myself going after relationships that I could hold at arms length. But denying the need and going after things that could never fulfill it did not make the need go away. It just hurt me and caused me pain in other ways. So now I stand boldly and say I need you and I’m ok with you needing me. Because we are all stronger if we stand together.
  2. People don’t listen to you no matter how honest you are. They still do what they want and make decisions on their own. But still be honest. Be as honest as you can to your loved ones and the people that you care about. Don’t beat around the bush. Even if you’re afraid that you might lose them with your honesty. Sometimes that’s all we can do for one another is to be honest and love them.
  3. There is no such thing as destiny. No such thing as you will find your true love and everything you deserve. The universe owes you nothing. No matter how horrible your life was, you don’t deserve anything or anyone. The only thing that you can control is your choices. And some of those choices could take your life the next day. And then other times, you could make all of the right choices and still, tomorrow isn’t promised. All you have is right now and the hope that the next choice you make will keep you alive a little longer.
  4. A lot of people really suck at helping people who are grieving. (Warning: irritated rant). No I’m not ok. Please stop asking me. And please stop saying “I can only imagine how you’re feeling.” It shouldn’t be that difficult, Karen. Imagine your mother getting murdered and the depth of sorrow and loss you would feel. There. Now you can imagine it. It’s really shitty isn’t it? Don’t tell me time will heal all wounds. Losing my Mom isn’t a wound. This isn’t a 16 year old boy telling me I’m ugly. Losing my Mom is like amputating my right leg. I lost something that will affect me and my siblings for the rest of our lives. And there will always be something missing at every family gathering and big event and everytime I wish I could call her and talk to her. Amputated legs don’t heal. You just learn to live without them. Don’t tell me life will go on. Don’t tell me to stay positive. I honestly shouldn’t have to explain why this makes me want to punch you in the throat. I appreciate your attempt to identify with me by mentioning how your 80 year old grandma died of cancer but it’s not the same. It’s not even close to being the same. And you know that so why even bother bringing it up? Thank you for saying that you’re here if I need you but I think you know that I wont ask for anything because what I really want is my Mom to be alive again. If there’s something you are willing to do and think you should do; then do it. Also stop telling me not to blame myself. I don’t blame myself. He is the one that pulled the trigger. But the truth is that I most likely would have been able to convince her to leave if I had talked to her face to face. Because I knew my mother and the relationship that we had. I’d actually been planning on going up there soon to get her away from him and talk to her. But everything happened so fast. But that understanding is different than blaming myself. For example, when Drogo is killed by the witch lady in Game of Thrones, nobody blames Dany. Dany loved her husband and didn’t want him to die. But she made choices and trusted the wrong person and that ultimately led to his death. But that is the truth of the story. And the truth of my Mom’s story is that she made choices that led to her being in the position where he could kill her. It isn’t her fault. It’s not my fault. It’s not my brother’s fault. It is no one’s fault apart from the person that killed her. And thinking about her story and what led up to it and what maybe could have changed the outcome is not blaming her or myself. And it honestly pisses me off when you shut down that dialogue with “stop blaming yourself.” If I am not allowed to discuss alternative outcomes then you are telling me that her death was inevitable and that there was nothing anyone could of done anywhere ever, which implies that other women in the same situation are just destined to be murdered and there is no way to help them. And that is ridiculous. We should be talking about what could have been done, because that is the only way to prevent it from happening to someone else.
  5. A lot of people are really amazing at helping each other grieve. Several people have held me while I cried my heart out. One of my friends bought me a bunch of lessons on writing because he knows that writing is how I deal with things. Another friend that works at red river put two tables together with yellow balloons on the night of my mom’s dance memorial and dozens of people wore yellow that night while they danced because it was her favorite color even though most had never met her. My Dad drove an hour each way and talked to me for three hours Sunday night. My mom loved to garden and had actually planted the flowers outside of the funeral home that held her service. So at her funeral, they had a wheelbarrow of small plants outside and asked everyone to take one and plant it in her honor. And those were just a few of the ways that people show that they cared, so just know that I appreciate you all and everything that you’ve done for me and for her.