The way Terry Schiavo was killed involved police “just following orders.”
I missed it when it happened, but March 30 was the ten year anniversary of the killing of Terry Schiavo. Father Frank Pavone wrote an editorial about it at the Washington Times because he was there when she was dehydrated to death. (She was malnourished too, but I’m pretty sure thirst kills you more quickly.)
Anyone who tells you that Terry Schiavl was “a vegetable” is lying to you. That statement is used because it is a comforting myth—like saying an aborted baby is just a blob of tissue.
I went to see her in September 2004 and again in February 2005. When her mom first introduced her to me, she stared at me intently. She focused her eyes. She would focus her eyes on whoever was talking to her. If somebody spoke to her from another part of the room, she would turn her head and her eyes toward the person speaking.
I told Terri she had many people around the country and around the world who loved her and were praying for her. She looked at me attentively. I said, “Terri now we are going to pray together, I want to give you a blessing, let’s say some prayers.” So I laid my hand on her head. She closed her eyes. I said the prayer. She opened her eyes again at the end of the prayer. Her dad, who had a mustache, leaned over to kiss her and said, “OK Terri, now here comes the tickle.” She smiled and laughed and after he kissed her I saw her return the kiss. Her mom asked her a question at a certain point and I heard her voice. She was trying to respond. She was making sounds in response to her mother’s question, not just at odd times and meaningless moments. I heard her trying to say something, but she was not able to articulate the words owing to her disability. She was certainly responsive.
So they killed her. And, in addition to the lying media and the screeching, raving, bloodthirsty Liberal populace shouting about a vegetable who was better off dead, the police had a role.
The night before she died, I was in her room for a total of three to four hours, and then for another hour the next morning — her final hour. To describe the way she looked as “peaceful” is a total distortion of what I saw. She was a person who for 13 days had no food or water. She was, as you would expect, very drawn in her appearance as opposed to when I had seen her before. Her eyes were open but they were moving from one side to the next, constantly darting back and forth. I watched her for hours, and the best way I can describe the look on her face is “terrified sadness.”
Her mouth appeared to be frozen open. She was panting rapidly. It wasn’t peaceful in any sense of the word. […]
Who else was in the room with me, Bobby, Suzanne and Terri? Police officers — the whole time. There was always at least one, sometimes two, three, or more — armed police officers in the room. Why were they in the room? They wanted to make sure that we didn’t do anything that we weren’t supposed to do, like give her communion or maybe a glass of water.
There was a little night table in the room. I could put my hand on the table and on Terri’s head all within arm’s reach. On that table was a vase of flowers filled with water. I said to myself, this is absurd, totally absurd. These flowers are being treated better than this woman. She has not had a drop of water for almost two weeks. Had I dipped my hand in that water and put it on her tongue, the officer would have led me out, probably under arrest.
The armed police were there to make sure that the killing of Terry Schiavo took place “without incident.”
Yes there are good officers. But they can be demoted and put in mental wards. I would love to think that, if our government attempted to transform itself into an even more unconstitutional regime that our police would be an obstacle to that attempt. But I don’t see any evidence that is true.