I don't know when the CWNN story broke, but it must be around six months ago.
This morning I needed to review old videotapes (you know, to see which I still
had room on, and exactly what I recorded).

It was odd, to put it mildly, to see how the "accused" figured in to the tapes I
needed to review. The first started in 2003 and just mentioned my old best
friend, who lived in the cellar until I moved in to the particular house I'd
filmed. This old best friend mixed it up with the ferals whose population grew
along with the population of the Poconos, which was what eventually made me
listen more closely than normal to the first news story I ever heard about the
CWNN and the wonderful person in charge of the "sanctuary."

The older videotapes all dealt with this same property, and I wondered a couple
of times out loud what would happen...in general.

The last tape happened to be of me teaching at Penn State this past autumn. By
the time I watched this tape, I was in pretty low spirits. Then what to my
wondering eyes should appear but the small amount of footage I took on March 20
in Tremont, of the monster coming and going from the hearing that kept her free
on bail. I'm moving from Scranton, and I had to decide what to do with the
styrofoam sign I made to protest at that hearing. The sign would strike
neighbors as so weird ("Julie Was a Nursing Mother") that I decided I couldn't
recycle it. It hurt like hell folding it up to throw it away.

So I decided to post and say in public that if the world itself comes to an end,
I will never, ever, EVER, forget or forgive that woman. I might forgive her
enablers (operative word--"might"); I might forgive people who looked the other
way; I might (m...i...g...h...t) forgive her co-monster who let those precious
animals die viciously cruel deaths.

I will never forgive her. Never ever ever.

Hilary