So the tragic news has finally hit the world. Two people arrested and charged, with murder, abduction and accessory after the fact.
A 28 year old man, Michael Rafferty and an 18 year old girl, Terri-Lynne McClintic.
They are searching for her remains in Guelph.
The whole story is not out yet though. We will have to wait and see.
First I think I, and the rest of the world owe Tara McDonald a little bit of an apology. It was hard not to speculate with all the crazy stories we were hearing. Hopefully the connection between her and this woman is nothing more than aquaintance. It is obvious that her pain is real. The reality of this is something no mother would wish on another. Tara McDonald, I am sorry that I casted doubt on some of the things you said and did. I am sorry you will not have your daughter in your arms, like we were all so hoping you would have.
Tara, I am so sorry for your loss. It is unfathamable what has happened.
I hope you and Rodney lean on each other, find happiness in a life that will be filled with sadness for years, decades to come, there is no words to express how this affects the world, so there are even less words to express how it will affect you.
May you be strong for Daryn, and never let him out of your reach, he will be so hurt, and need so much from you and Rodney right now. Stay strong on your road to recovery and please please do not relapse, it will be so hard to get out of if you do.
Rodney, you have worn your heart on your sleeve this whole time, like it was for Tara to admit her demons, it had to have been hard for you to tell the world you were not always there, and how very raw the pain will be for you when you realize what you had missed out on was time you can not get back now. But know, that a fathers love is so deep. A fathers love whether they are there or not is felt in the heart of every little girl.
There are no words to express our sorrow, mine as a mother, my family’s as a whole, us as a society.
It is like a bad dream, one I wish that I could wake up from. I just dreamt about her a couple days ago, her hair was longer, and she came riding up to us on a snowmobile with an older man. She was smiling, she was happy and she was alive. I so wish that dream would come true. I hope, although I know it wont turn out this way, that the confession is bogus, a disguise of where she really is. Alive. One can hope… like Rodney says, until he sees her remains, he wont believe it and neither can I.
What is this world coming to when an innocent little eight year old girl can not even walk home alone the five blocks to her home without meeting with a monster.
What kind of monster lives inside the body of an 18 year old woman, truly just a young girl herself, inside a 28 year old man, who at first glance appears to be attractive and friendly. The quiet next door neighbor. How can that very same woman hand out flyers of this beautiful missing girl even though she knew the fate that she had met…. How can she stand by and watch the anguish she put a mother, a father, a brother, a family and the world through. How can you do that and not do anything.
I do not understand it and it saddens me for sure! Sadden isn’t a word that even comes close to how I feel. I feel as if it were my own child.
I hugged my girls really tight last night, and as I held them I cried. I cried at the thought of what Tara and Rodney must feel, how they won’t ever feel those arms around them again. How they wont hear her saying I love you Momma or I love you Daddy from her sweet little angel voice again.
Then after I tucked my girls in tightly, and told them how much I loved them, I went upstairs and I felt angry.
Angry that as a society we breed these monsters.
That our justice system will fail the Stafford and McDonald family like they have with so many other families.
That these monsters will tell their sad stories of woe, how they were unwanted, unloved, raised by drunks, abused and neglected by the world. How they were shunned by their peers.
And then they will give them a pass to go back into society, because some how locking them up in segragation to protect them from the people who will kill them behind bars is a breach of their charter of rights.
Where is the chair? The lethal injection? The stoning, the hanging, any of that. We should brutalize them the same way they brutalized Tori. Without even knowing the facts we know, that if a man and a woman kidnap a child for nefarious sexual purposes that Tori’s fate was not that of ice cream and teddy bears. Without knowing the facts if there is a body of a beautiful, lively, funny little girl with blonde hair and big blue eyes and an infectious smile lieing in a field somewhere in Guelph, that she met a fate that was not kind, or friendly or decent, and was certainly a breach of her rights to be a carefree little girl. So why should we entertain the nicetties of two losers who deserve a slow and painful death? They have obviously admitted to their crimes or we would not be searching for a body. We would still be searching for a little girl. To reunite her to her family.
There is nothing that will ever ever make Tara or Rodney feel whole again, but if indeed Tori’s fate is what we suspect it is, would the satisfaction of these two monsters being executed to the full exent possible not give them some solace and some closure?
I would have to hope so.
I beg the courts to not show mercy. I beg the courts to not segragate them, why do we protect this scum? Let them in to the general population and let the others deal with them the best way they know how. Broom handles up the ass, splinters and all. Let him be victimized. Let her be victimized. So they will know the pain they inflicted. Show no mercy, as they did to Tori.
To the McDonald Family, to the Stafford Family. There are no words to express how sad and sorry I am for you. May God, whichever you wish, be with you in your hearts, and may you be with each other through these incredibly hard times to come. As a nation we are watching with bated breath for the outcome of this ever so tragic story.
We are so sorry for your loss. For all the hell you have endured, the scrutiny you have been through.
With all the love