If Reeva Could Choose

I'm quite certain that she'd choose depression over death anytime, Oscar. I'm just saying. When you were up in that duplex that Valentines night, channelling ya inner Rambo, the furthest thing from your mind was depression.

Go to jail for murder, you must.

You're still alive. Reeva's not. But then....you already know that, right. 'Cause if you were anybody else? You'd want you to go to jail too. If you were Reeva and you were six feet under, you'd want her to go to jail too. So. Be fair.

I'd absolutely understand if you were innocent but you shot the woman. Take ya anti-depressants and take ya sentencing too because that's where murderers should go to sit and think about what they've done. In THAT naughty corner. The one where yes, you might hear men being raped, you might see men having hung themselves....that's no 5-star resort. That's prison. Not in the comfort of their own home. Not in a hotel room. Not under house arrest.

But in jail.

All that vomiting in the initial trial...eh...she'd give just about anything to throw up. Maybe not in a bathroom in your house, but somewhere. But she can't. Now you got the clinical psychologist is talking about, "Oscar is a very broken man." Ya think? "His spirit is broken." Well, I'm sure once the reality sets in of what you've done, something DOES break. Especially when what you've done, can't be undone or can't be fixed. None of us are immune to that cold consequence when we've done something to hurt someone else.

And see, article, yes I'm talking to the article, it's not about, "We gotta stop men killing women and children." Okay, sure. But men aren't the only ones who kill. So shouldn't it be about stopping people killing people, period? You kill in cold blood that way? It shouldn't matter whether you have a penis or a vagina or both! Depressed or not, you shouldn't be walking the streets a free person.

So all that bent over, curled shouldered, slow walking that you're doing in the courtroom doing, walk yourself over to your jail cell. Reeva's dead. And you shot her.

Pffffffft!

Intruders, my ass! You don't check whether your woman is in the bed after you start shooting wild. Why? Because, uhhh, shocker?! It jussssssst might be her in the bathroom.

Aaaaaaah, see? Why didn't you think of that, right?

Yeah. Why didn't you?

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/jun/13/his-spirit-seems-broken-court-told-oscar-pistorius-severely-depressed
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