Monday, January 30, 2006
Pickton Trial Begins
I saw on the evening news that the Pickton murder trial began today.
One of the women that Robert Pickton is charged with killing once sat in my husband's living-room in the house that he grew up in. She was dating his younger brother. I only met her once briefly, although I know she attended my high school the year I graduated. But when I watch the news and see the coverage, it's her I think about. Here is an article about Sherry.
A few years ago, when the land the infamous pig farm was on was being investigated to find the all the women's remains, my brother's partner took part in the investigation for a short time. She is a forensic anthropologist and her job was to watch the conveyor belts of earth moving by and pick out and label material: "bone" or "not bone".
If convicted of the 27 murder charges (and he is suspected of more killings), Pickton will be Canada's worst serial killer ever.
It's a strange feeling to watch a national news story and somehow feel connected.