In a post on 1/17 (or 17/1 as the case may be), David points us to one of those little tidbits of bleeding-heartism that one just can't make up; such pettiness needs to come directly from the soul.
In Roger Willemsen: Cold Pizza for an Innocent Man, David tells us about the reaction of one Roger Willemson (of whom I was blissfully unaware but who, according to David, is some sort of media personality) and his reaction to the execution of one Roger Kieth Coleman.
Roger Keith Coleman went to the electric chair in 1992 for the brutal murder of Wanda McCoy, his wife's sister. McCoy in 1981 was raped, stabbed and nearly beheaded. Though Coleman never confessed to the crime, he was sentenced to death in 1982 based on the (strong) evidence available then. Through the years, Coleman - who steadfastly proclaimed his innocence - became the poster boy for the death penalty opposition.
Apparently genetic testing refuted Coleman's claims of innocence. Whether or not Willemson was aware of this at the time he made the following comments is unknown to me. It does not, however, ultimately matter to his attempt to construct a mountain range from the dust of an abandoned molehill.
Coleman wanted a pizza as his last meal. He gave one of the journalists a piece of this pizza. That’s how we found out the jailor had served the pizza extra cold. That’s one of the deeply barbaric little traits of the average man who sits at home with his family and decides to personally punish someone who’s been locked up in a death cell for 18 years - and who’s demonstrably innocent: he makes sure to let the guy’s pizza get cold.
Coleman’s fate occupies me very much to this day. I’ve written about it several times. For me literature is an ongoing appeal to the ability to empathize.
I suspect that Mr. Willemson uses appeals to "literature" as an excuse to blather inanities that amply demonstrate he lacks not only empathy but perspective.