I write this in the middle of the night, as I cannot sleep… as I'm sure you cannot, either. Tonight, you are alone in your jail cell with the word "guilty" ringing... echoing in your 68-year-old ears. That word was spoken 45 times today by Juror #4 - a grey-haired, middle aged man who was probably shocked, dismayed, and sickened at being in the same room as you. That word will hopefully live with you for the rest of your natural life.
It would be easy to take cheap shots at you for your actions... your sick, pathetic actions and acts of sexual misconduct so dutifully discussed in painstaking detail by your victims and the prosecution during this case. Those victims rose up in the face of adversity and faced their fear without becoming what they beheld in you - a monster, a bully, a misguided horror of a human being who deserves no decency, no quarter, and no mercy for what you put innocent children through. However, as I am not now nor will I everRead More »from An Open Letter to Jerry Sandusky