I spent the day in the courtroom yesterday and went downtown to see the street for which on this unfathomable tragedy occurred. Being in the same room as DB is like being in a room with a human-sized wolf spider—sharp fangs and venom but you can't squash it because it has its rights. One thing that I will never forget was when DB was screaming louder than he ever has when he was muted and in the other courtroom. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. Two different branches of the courthouse could hear him. It was so loud and the way the sound vibrated through the courthouse, it literally sounded like a demon shrieking from the gates of hell. I looked over at the victim's and saw Jackson Spark's dad wiping sweat off his forehead, shaking his head and other victim's putting their heads in their laps. You could feel their anguish—the victims' pain felt so real and it was emanating through out the courtroom. The jury is composed of older, intelligent-looking men and women. No African-Americans but there were a couple Latino jurors. Everyone else on the jury is Caucasian.
How wonderful it will be when this monster is convicted. He knows it is coming and is just trying to delay the inevitable. I did see DB's reflection in his computer monitor, his eyes and face. Something about him makes me think of ISIS, I think it's just because he's a ruthless psychopath that would probably join them if they let him drive over people on camera but at one point I think he made eye contact with my reflection and I remember looking up and seeing him looking at me and other's in the gallery through the reflection on his monitor and I just remember thinking, if looks could kill and the horrifying glares he loves to make. I don't think we've ever seen someone so evil in a Wisconsin courtroom.
