Ever-since I was a child I was always anxious around the issue of “Capital Punishment”. I could understand why people killed each other, as a child I to had indulged fantasies of that nature. I experienced films where the hero would kill the villain, it made sense, the oversimplified ‘balance’ (to attribute balance to any field of human endeavour is, I believe, to miss the opportunity to seek truth, and instead to settle for an ideological version of truth which supports a predisposed system of beliefs to which one sympathises) made sense.
However when I heard about Capital Punishment, it was always presented by a stern faced, dissociated, monotonous news reporter. I could not understand why life was being extinguished with such surgical precision and lack of emotion. The last time I had encountered something similar was a school project on the Holocaust.
I was utterly aghast to discover that hundreds of people per year have and will die at the hands of their governments.
(First published in 2009)