Another Brand of Irrelevant Nonsense around Kendrick Johnson

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Screw the trolls who report that Kendrick Johnson lived with his grandmother, as if they had ferreted out some kind of shameful secret. One source says it was so he would be in the right area to attend Lowndes High School (which turned out to be not such a great choice). No matter, there are many good and sufficient reasons why a young person might be transplanted. Family dynamics are endlessly variable and frankly, are nobody’s business. It is truly irrelevant where Kendrick Johnson ate and slept. What is relevant is that he’s still dead under very weird circumstances that look pretty damn sketchy.

The trolls jump in to object because, even though KJ lived with his grandmother, his parents hired a lawyer and commenced to sue people. There is a legal concept called “standing,” and apparently in some states, only parents have the standing to sue for wrongful death. Of the several types of damages that can be claimed, this one strongly applies – “the deceased person’s pre-death pain and suffering.” Even in the unlikely event that KJ’s death was an accident, even if he actually died from positional asphyxia and nothing else, it’s still a miserable way to die, that involved horrible pain and suffering, and the school should be liable for it.

The Johnsons and their supporters are fighting for a cause, and people who fight for causes are generally regarded as heroes. So why is there such a snide attitude about Kendrick Johnson’s parents? The murder deniers make comments that seem based on an erroneous notion: Only 100% perfect parents are allowed to sue for damages to their child.

In what world do 100% perfect parents exist? Not this one. Also, in the world we inhabit, terrible things happen every day to wonderful people. Nobody could full-time keep track them all, and still be able to function.

But every now and then, something happens to somebody, and it captures the attention of a segment of the public in a way that refuses to fade away. There are still people who devote their lives to the mystery of what really happened to JonBenet Ramsey, and they’re not gonna let it go. The killer of hookers in old London town is long dead, but people have spent their inheritances on Jack the Ripper research. The attention that is focused on Kendrick Johnson is not likely to diminish any time soon, and quite possibly will grow even more intense.

About Pat Hartman

Before publishing the two books "Call Someplace Paradise" and "Ghost Town: A Venice California Life", my main project was "Salon: A Journal of Aesthetics. " I wrote extensively for "Scene," a monthly arts and entertainment magazine with a circulation of 25,000. Also proofread, sold ads, put together the music calendar and, for a couple of years, served as editor. Presided over a couple issues of the local NORML newsletter, as well as being featured speaker at chapter meetings. Wrote a complete screenplay; collaborated on another one; worked on a couple of scripts (additional dialog and general brainstorming) with an indie film producer. Booked the talent for a large music festival. Wrote, designed, illustrated and produced various catalogs and brochures for small businesses. Spoke at a high school as a panelist on Women in the Professions; was a featured speaker at the 1991 Women in Libertarianism Conference; presented public programs on "Success in One Lesson" and "The Bloomsbury Group: What's It To Us?" Created the website and wrote many politically-oriented pieces for
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