I remember when I started my love for reading. It was when I was in the second grade and I could walk around the corner to the Mark Twain branch of the Los Angeles public library all by myself. In the world we live in today, it seems insane that people ever felt that safe. I was reminded of that more innocent time on the story we covered. We had to drive through a part of the neighborhood that I felt safe in as a child.
The guy in the center picture is Charles Dwayne Turner. He raped and murdered the twelve women in the photos that surround his picture. Not pictured is the unborn child of one of the women and also not pictured are the other murders he's suspected of committing. These are just the ones discovered through DNA testing by the Los Angeles Police Department.
He's in jail and the families of the twelve women have some closure. Our chief of police thanked his detectives. The family members of the victims spoke about their pain and they also thanked the detectives.
I'm often asked how I can cover these types of stories and not be affected. There's something to be said for having a professional detachment. It's fascinating to see Figueroa Boulevard, the street where this serial killer mainly prowled. A bit chilling to also see that he killed in an area that holds fond memories for me. I know the feelings I have are minor compared to the pain felt by the family members who actually lost someone to this murderer. As we interviewed them after the press conference, I looked these people in their eyes. I saw the tears and I heard their voices crack when they spoke of missing their parent or sister or daughter. I could tell that the closure they felt might lead to them someday being able to put away their pain.
That day wasn't yesterday and it may be many years from now.
Who says I'm not affected?