AUGUST 2003
Of the many emails I have received in the past two months, the most common theme
has been hopefulness I could "get past" what has happened, and "move on" with my life.
Indeed, this has been my task for over four years now. On March 12, 1999, my life, as
I knew it, ended. It was my task to rebuild... to find hope and peace, beginning with
utter devastation.
I was like somebody whose house was hit by a tornado. Except that in my case,
everyone was so entertained by it, they decided to keep knocking my house down again
and again. It's been like a barn raisin' in reverse. And it's made it impossible for me to
ever "rebuild" here, because the insanity and the absurdity that surrounds Karen's
murder will never end.
While it has been my task to rebuild myself emotionally--to "adapt"--I have had to spend
untold amounts of time and energy fighting unnecessary battles. Like the department of
forensics for a year and a half. (Incidentally, there is new DNA technology available
that would let police do a DNA match of a hair themselves, in 12 minutes--at a higher
specificity than mitochondrial DNA; imagine how that one point would change this story,
and my life.) Like the tacky, sleazy press attacks on my late wife, and on me. Like the
wild rumor mill that pervades Decatur. And the unethical, sleazy defense lawyers who
keep stabbing Karen; and the judge that allows it. They--the press and the
lawyers--have created a culture of hatred against Karen, and against me. It is profitable
for them, and it has all been done at our expense.
What I am saying is this: I, too, was attacked on March 12, 1999. I was terrorized. I
have been attacked a thousand times since then, and I am still under attack in Decatur
right now. Decatur and Huntsville have been so busy being entertained, they've lost
sight of the fact that real human beings with feelings and hopes and great sorrow are
involved here. A lot of them. And our recovery is hampered, or prevented, by having
to relive our nightmares as new ones are added.
And when Judge Thompson ordered a new trial, it was like being run out of town and
then not being allowed to leave.
How many battles do victims have to fight, before they are allowed to "get past" their
traumatization?
In Decatur, I suppose the answer is as many as they want, because as long as they stay,
they will be the object of hatred, and unwanted attention, and it is impossible to live well
in such a place.
The website has served its purpose. It has let people know there is a place they can go,
if they're interested, to find the simple truth about The State of Alabama v Daniel Wade
Moore, from a victim's point of view. And they can keep coming back, whenever
there's a ruling or a proceeding. But I've removed the sleaziest side shows from the
website, and I don't intend to give further attention to them here. Because they have
nothing to do with The State of Alabama v Daniel Wade Moore.
Thanks for visiting the website.