On the other hand, there's some unsettling aspects to the case, and what it signifies. The mere fact that it's a murder case in Texas makes it automatically suspect; just the combination of the words "Texas murder trial" set off all sorts of alarm bells. The penalty phase is approaching, and I don't have high hopes; if there was ever a case of a remorseful killer who needs to be rehabilitated rather than punished, Chante Mallard is it, but I have a feeling the jury will go for the maximum penalty allowed. It's impossible to avoid the racial aspects of the case, and there's a tangible air of "oh, those crazy drugged-out black people" to the proceedings; and, the grotesque aspects of the case aside, it's really not all that different from a typical drunk driving fatality except in how severely it's being punished. The irony of how the government only cares about homeless people when they become murder victims hasn't been lost on me. And most irritating of all, the case is being transformed into a referendum on ecstacy and marijuana, which are being cited left and right as the "cause" of the crime (rather than the more obvious culprits, alcohol and stupidity). The Mallard case, mark my words, is going to be used to justify continued crackdowns on relatively harmless indulgences like weed and X for the next decade.
"I was asking God to tell me what to do," Mallard says. Once again, God doesn't come through in the clutch. That guy's starting to get a reputation as a choker.