I have been out of the land, watching from afar, as all this unfolded last week.  So far the most notable response has been that of the Republican organization.  Understand that the Governor has the authority and constitutional duty to reappoint Justice Weaver’s successor…something, by the way, that Justice Weaver–excuse me, FORMER Justice Weaver–says needs to changes (all this outlined in her court reform plan; see her personally funded website, www.justiceweaver.com).  At any rate, the response has been baffling.  Jennifer Hoff, who is described as a Republican Party spokeswoman is quoted in all kinds of sources describing Justice David as a “partisan hack.”  Wow, that’s quite something to say of a judge who served on a circuit court for 21 years.  It’s true he was appointed by Govceronor Jennifer Grandholm to the Court of Appeals, but John Engler–when he was governor–appointed Justices Young, Markman, and Corrigan–oh, and former Chief Justice Clif Taylor, too, to the various courts…Appeals and Supreme (and some to both).  Does that mean they were/are hacks as well?  

Perhaps the better question would be Who is Jennifer Hoff?  Her Linked In profile indicates that she is the Director of Communications and Research for the Michigan Republican party, something she began in 2009.  Before that (there’s a three-year lapse in her employment history here) she was working for the DeVos for Governor campaign in 2006.  And before that she served as a Public Relations Coordinator/Press Secretary fot the Michigan House of Representatives–Republican Communications Services.   And before that we assume she was in school at Western Michigan University.  She indicates that she is a member of the PRSA (Public Relations Society of America) the Leadership Institute, SSI (??), and, of course, the Republican Party.  She says she’s interested in career opportunities, getting back in touch, and consulting.  But she calls Justice Davis a political hack. ???  Perhaps this excess comes as a result of youthful enthusiasm gone badly awry.

I’m thinking the Republicans having to do with the Supreme Court are in a lot of trouble and haven’t the wit to see their way out of it.  Why else would you turn loose this public relations neophyte?  You don’t start by gratuitously denigrating someone who is of the opposite party.  You don’t insult people needlessly.  Even a public relations tyro knows that.  And you do not call someone with a stellar record on the bench for more than two decades a “hack.”  Jennifer owes Justice Davis a public apology.  But heck, Justices Young, Markman, and Corrigan owe the same to former Justice Weaver for their untruths, half-truths, and pure spite (and all of it is on record). 

Do you think we’re going to see such an event?  An apology?  No, I don’t think so, but the future is unknowable.  It COULD happen.  So could a return to civility on the court.  But I think the only time that could occur would be after Justice Young was voted off and Justices Corrigan and Markman took time to humble themselves.  Will that happen?  The future is unknowable.  It COULD happen.

And, yes, any threatening weather had already passed and we were left with a hot, steamy summer day in Michigan.  And Penny Lusk was again offering her services to brighten faces, shoulders, arms and hands.

Penny Lusk paints a hand at the Conquerors' picnic.

Yes, hot dogs, hamburgers, salads, chips.  A picnic.  A picnic with a distinctive purpose.  And that purpose is to remind themselves that even though the worst thing that can happen, especially to parents, already has happened, there is an affirmation of life and purpose and memory.  The Conquerors’ message:

“In all things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.”  Romans 8:37.

Even this.

I think of last year’s event…especially of Penny Lusk taking such care painting faces of young children.  They delighted in her attention and the feel of the delicate brushes as they traced vivid flowers and stars and birds on smooth cheeks.  Penny’s daughter Janeane was murdered March 27, 2008.  Janeane’s murderer, Sid Terrell Jones, was convicted July 1, 2009, a little more than a year ago.

And it’s not just the families of murder victims who attend.  There are police officers, judges, victim’s advocates, counsellors, and other people who want to add their support.

For the murders that are solved there is some measure of knowing.  For the rest, there is the waiting.  In Lee’s case time may now be working for the investigators.  And they are out there.  Last month the Grand Rapids Police Department canvassed the neighborhood where he was murdered and hung door tags inviting people who knew something to come forward.  Here’s the story from The Grand Rapids Press.  The door hangers are a good idea.  And it only takes one brave soul who will stand against the madness.  We KNOW without a doubt that somebody knows somethin’.

For the picnic?  I’ll be there–but early–as long as weather makes it possible.  If you want to support the Conquerors maybe you’ll join them.  Check their website for details.

In this case, though, it’s likely to be a three-days’ wonder in Cutlerville.  A large tree falls and in the process of cleaning up, lo and behold! the land owner finds bones tangled in the roots.  Is it a home (farm) burial following an natural or accidental death?  Could it be murder?  Are the remains those of Native Americans?  All kinds of conclusions just waiting to be jumped to.  We know better than that, but we do it anyway.  At first examination it might seem to be just a burial.  After all, when we die somebody needs to do something with our bodies; can’t just leave ‘em laying about.  So, mostly during the last couple hundred years we’ve buried our dead.  And sometime they become unburied.  And that gives rise to all manner of speculation.  At the very least we come away with the idea that the repose of the dead has been disturbed.

This story came to my attention courtesy of WGVU’s David Moore, looking at various angles.  He pointed me to the story in The Grand Rapids Press.   It’s likely he’s going to follow up on this, perhaps speaking with someone with expertise in the story of old bones.  I look forward to hearing and reading what he comes up with.

And when the story dies down (so to speak) what then for those old bones?  Perhaps the body’s identity will be known and (s)he will lie in a marked grave.  And then?

Requiascat in pacem.  For a long, long time.

I was a little intimidated at first but won over by their generosity of spirit and their interest in Delayed Justice.  They explained that they often asked police officers, investigators, even the forensic pathologist Dr. Stephen Cohl.  So, I was in good company of being on a list of that caliber…but I explained that while my master’s degree was in journalism, my doctorate was in English…creative writing to be exact.  There was in my mind the idea tucked far back that I was supposed to be doing what they have been doing, but perhaps in a different genre.

And I have been.  Writing fiction, that is.  But not getting published. In fact, not even sending stuff off.  Just writing and holding.

I suppose I’ve slipped back into the idea is that I should do only one thing.  Either this or that.  Where does that come from?  Who says so?  Didn’t I tell students time and again that they should use all the talents they have, even if they’re small talents?  ”You have been given talents for a reason,” I’d say.  ”Part of your task is to find the right way to combine them.  But never, never, never discard them.”  I realize it was good advice.  So I’ve been searching for ways to combine my interests for some time.  That’s the challenge.  Certainly my interest in music informs my film making.  Fiction writing informs essays and journalism.  Somehow it all comes together and makes a kind of sense.  I can’t do what they do, but I can do what I do.

The gathering of writers was a reminder.  Talent is where you find it.  There is a lot of  it out there.  And great talent can come from anywhere, not just the graduate school.  Finally, the world is waiting for the next good idea.

I give thanks for those reminders, the new insights about writing groups, and I especially  give thanks for encountering writers who take such great joy in their work.  That’s what we’re supposed to do!

And thanks to the officers who have labored unceasingly to find those answers.  We know it takes work, work, and more work, but it also requires cooperation…people having the courage and willingness to speak about what they know.

Think what might happen if everyone who knew the unuttered answer–the secret–to an open murder came forward.  Mmmm-mmm.  What a day that would be!  It would be our Independence Day from the tyranny of homicide.  Just a thought.

MJVH

On the night of July 30, 2008, Daniel Alan Thompson and a friend gave a third, unknown person a ride in his car.  They reached their destination on Kermit Street, south of Pierson Road, in Flint, Genesee County, MI.  The third person got out of the vehicle to talk with some people, and Daniel was shot in the chest while he and his friend waited in the car.  Daniel later died at Hurley Medical Center.  He was twenty years old.  

 Frances Molen, Richard’s mother, called her son “Toothpick” because he was tall and skinny.  She wants people to know that Richard loved people and enjoyed playing sports such as football and basketball. She cannot imagine that anyone would want to hurt her son, and believes that Richard was an innocent victim who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 MJVH