Today, I tried to steer away from the emotional aspect of another story that has again challenged by sanity.
It was the story of Henrietta Jimmy, a beautiful young Papua New Guinean woman. I didn’t know her personally but her strength and character reminded me of my own sisters.
Last week, she was raped and killed along the banks of the Markham river. Her killer has since been arrested and charged. But like all matters like this, it has brought me no satisfaction.
Like many other young boys and girls, she knew her attacker who was a family member through her mother’s second marriage.
She is a twin and she’s left behind a broken sister and a broken father.
I pursued the standard line of questioning. The usual…”What kind of emotions did you feel when you got the news?” “…what do you want to see happen?”… Sometimes, it makes me wonder why people like me exist. Is it to channel someone’s pain to yourself and then amplify it?
I steered clear of the emotions. After 19 years and numerous stories of child murders and rapes, you become somewhat an expert and emotional detachment. It comes back to haunt you later, though. But what you can do at the moment you do. You switch off and be the professional you were trained to be. You know, it never works.
Her father told me he didn’t know what do. “I had twins. And for one to die and be left with another is one of the hardest things that can happen.”
Her twin sister didn’t want to talk to me.
Now I start to wonder if the world is at all becoming a better place with all the awareness or is it just disintegrating?
Her killer raped and killed her. She was found naked days later along the Markham River. What kind of sick animal can beat a woman, drag her to a secluded spot, rape her then kill her hoping nobody would find her.
I have seen too many raped and killed. Too many. The worst cases that are imprinted in your mind are those of children raped and murdered. The boy in West Taraka who was raped, suffocated with his own underwear and stabbed in the belly, is still fresh in my mind. I cannot get rid of that image.
I have seen too much death. I have seen too much pain.