I received word today from a mutual friend that one of my classmates at Whittier Law School, and one of the most genuinely kind persons I ever had the pleasure of knowing, was brutally murdered ten days ago in Long Beach, CA.
The story is here:
George's Story.
It would appear that George was a night counselor at a youth home and these two individuals were residents there. They requested a pass to leave, and he refused (the word I received is that they were there for drug use and it was late at night). They then beat him with a steam iron and a wooden closet rod, and left him brain damaged and paralyzed. He died days later after having life support removed.
His wife died some years ago, from an undisclosed illness. George was a widower with two sons, who are now young teenagers themselves. I met George when he first started school, in my civil procedure class last year. He was brilliant, kind, always said hi to me in the hallways, and knew his way around the law. He would have made a fantastic American attorney and would have done something with his life, something positive. He and I had a shared love of children, of wanting to help them, so how ironic that two youths he wanted to help were the cause of his untimely death.
I sent money to the charity set up for the boys, and I want to send a little more if I can so that they can afford to fly George's body back to Kenya to bury him near his wife. I just ask for prayers for his family from all of you. I'm very shaken by this. It could have been any of us. It could be me. I knew George. He was a great person. And I'm hurting with the rest of Whittier, even though I don't go there anymore.
If you pray, do. If you don't, send thoughts. The family could probably use them.
The story is here:
George's Story.
It would appear that George was a night counselor at a youth home and these two individuals were residents there. They requested a pass to leave, and he refused (the word I received is that they were there for drug use and it was late at night). They then beat him with a steam iron and a wooden closet rod, and left him brain damaged and paralyzed. He died days later after having life support removed.
His wife died some years ago, from an undisclosed illness. George was a widower with two sons, who are now young teenagers themselves. I met George when he first started school, in my civil procedure class last year. He was brilliant, kind, always said hi to me in the hallways, and knew his way around the law. He would have made a fantastic American attorney and would have done something with his life, something positive. He and I had a shared love of children, of wanting to help them, so how ironic that two youths he wanted to help were the cause of his untimely death.
I sent money to the charity set up for the boys, and I want to send a little more if I can so that they can afford to fly George's body back to Kenya to bury him near his wife. I just ask for prayers for his family from all of you. I'm very shaken by this. It could have been any of us. It could be me. I knew George. He was a great person. And I'm hurting with the rest of Whittier, even though I don't go there anymore.
If you pray, do. If you don't, send thoughts. The family could probably use them.