"As we waited for the judge to enter, I thought about how one of the saddest, the most fundamentally unfair things about death is how it reduces and flattens a person. The TV news airs the same school photo over and over again. The newspapers repeat the same anecdotes. Being eleven is about being in flux, testing out what kind of person you want to be. Ashlynne Mike was now forever fixed as a girl who played the xylophone, a girl whose favorite color was yellow, a girl who was murdered."
It is ashame how shallow the memory of a person can be protrayed . They never speak of what might have been.
She was abducted, raped and killed at eleven. The real tragedy was she might have been saved if Miranda warnings and police departments worked equally for all races.