Dear Travis Alexander,
You have no idea who I am, however, I know all about you. I guarantee your family wishes I had no clue. I shouldn’t know who you are and what your personal life was like. I shouldn’t have the ability to read e-mails & text messages you sent with no intention of being read aloud to an audience and used against you.
Gosh, if only you could be a fly on the wall… feasibly, maybe you are?
Your murder shouldn’t be plastered all over national news as a form of entertainment & curiosity.
Regrettably I inform you that I can’t look away.
I can’t look away from your siblings tortured eyes as they have sat and waited for your death to be punished for years. I can’t look away from Jodi’s evil eyes & twisted smirk. I can’t look away from Juan Martinez as he pushes and fights for you. I can’t look away from the defense counsel, as they reach and grab for their next outlandish excuse.
You may not have been as holey as your religion wanted you to be; that’s okay. You loved yourself some ladies & that’s okay. There were people you were close to that didn’t know all of your secrets & ya know what?…That’s okay too.
You were human & that is not a defensive strategy for murder.
Nothing could ever justify the cruel, devilish way you were forced to leave earth. No magic can bring you back to your family & friends. The love and support your family has for each other and you shines much brighter than any words Jodi or her team can muster up.
There have been obscene delays & blows to your character. The number of distasteful allegations are something Jodi & her team should be embarrassed of. The odds are not in her favor, of that I’m sure. God works in mysterious ways; karma works abstrusely.
Jodi Arias will get her hell. Maybe in the form of the death penalty sentence everyone has been waiting for. If not, I hope that your family & loved ones can gain some peace in the sheer fact that this circus of a trial is over.
Your soul continues to shine. There is no evil strong enough to take that.
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.-Lois McMaster Bujold