Who
was one of the eight women who died nearly 50 years ago when she was in an
apartment being shared by several student nurses at the old South Chicago
Community Hospital nursing school that happened to be stumbled upon by Richard
Speck.
HE
WAS A commercial seaman whose ship happened to dock in the ports along the
Calumet River, and he got drunk in a tavern that now is a vacant lot, when he
got the urge to find those young girls.
One
got raped, while eight were stabbed and slashed to death. One nurse had the
temerity to hide under a bed and would up surviving the attack.
Schmale
talks of wanting to create a memorial to the July 1966 incident that would
remember the young women and let us know of the potential human beings they
never got the chance to become.
Which
would be a relief, since much of what gets remembered of that long-ago mass
murder was of Speck – both in his gruesomeness that night, the way that death
penalty law got altered in the 1970s so that his own death sentence was never
carried out, and that crude prison-made (it appears) porno film featuring Speck
himself.
NOT
THE MOST pleasant of accounts to recall. Something I wouldn’t even bother to
acknowledge if not for Schmale.
For
I am a South Chicago neighborhood native, although I haven’t lived in the neighborhood
proper in a long time.
But
my usual route to get there includes a trip on the Bishop Ford Freeway to 103rd
Street, where I then venture east. Which takes me through the neighborhood
where the crime took place.
I
can actually venture up toward 100th Street to check out the
townhouse where the slayings took place, if I’m in a particularly ghoulish
mood. I most definitely venture past Trumbull Park.
WHICH
IS ONE of those assets that theoretically could help make the South Deering
neighborhood a nice community to live in. Although I recall the news reports
that came out at the time of the crime that acknowledged the initial Chicago
Police Department reaction was to roust all the would-be delinquents who were
hanging around the park at the time to see if any of them were involved in the
brutal slayings.
It’s
something of a daily reminder of what once happened there. Although I’m sure
that with the passing of a half-century, there probably are way too many people
too young to know. And some who probably could care less what happened before
they arrived in the neighborhood.
They
may figure there have been countless crimes committed in the area since then,
so many that getting worked up over this one is somehow a waste of time.
Which
may be why shifting the focus off Speck (he wound up dying in prison nearly a
quarter of a century ago) would be a plus. The real crime of murder isn’t so
much the violent act itself, but that it causes a loss of life that could have
contributed something to society.
PARTICULARLY
IN THIS case, where potential medical personnel were involved.
I
also recall a moment in high school where I had to give a speech – mine was
about the death penalty, and I used a lame argument for capital punishment that
Speck didn’t deserve to live after what he did.
Although
now that I think of it all these years later, I’m inclined to think the Speck
punishment (spending the last 25 years of his life locked up) was most
appropriate – particularly because of that porno-film incident – which I recall
seeing along with several General Assembly members in Springfield who used it
as a chance to investigate prison security.
Seeing
Speck showing off his pair of blue panties and babbling about how his
incarcerated life turned out made him such a pathetic joke – one that truly isn’t
worth paying too much more attention to.
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