Compassion zero

Are you tired of hearing that he suffered? That he had a difficult childhood? That trauma shaped his life? Bravo, you’ve reached compassion zero absolute selfishness. Look at this baby. Cute, isn’t he? A fragile, innocent child, wide-eyed, clutching at a world that promised nothing but pain. Well, you condemned him to death from birth. Yes, you. Through your indifference when he was a child. Through your silence. Through a system that never cared. We did this. You did this. And now, without even feeling guilty, you will celebrate his execution.

Anthony Floyd Wainwright is set to die on June 10, 2025. And you will watch it happen. Maybe you’ll even call it justice. But let’s be honest this is murder, wrapped in legality, stamped with your approval.

His case was a disaster from the start. A charity paid $25,000 for an attorney who promised expertise. But Joseph Hobson was a fraud. A man without experience in federal habeas proceedings, a man who lied, who missed the filing deadline by six days, a mistake that cost a life. But the courts didn’t care. When it was revealed that Hobson was unqualified, when it was clear that he failed, they shrugged. They let Anthony’s life slip through the cracks.

But the nightmare doesn’t stop there. The DNA evidence? A joke. Confusion, collusion, and outright deception. James Pollock and Michael DeGuglielmo, two so-called experts, testified about DNA samples they never actually tested. Each spoke about their analysis of FDLE exhibit 75B, but here’s the truth they didn’t test the same sample. Pollock tested one sample. DeGuglielmo another. Roman yet another. Different samples, different results, all presented to the jury as though they were one and the same.

And what did this twisted circus of science reveal? Nothing. No DNA connected Anthony to a sexual assault. Not a single reliable sample tied him to the victim. The samples that did show a connection? They pointed to his co-defendant, Richard Hamilton, the real perpetrator. But the jury was never told that. Instead, they heard a parade of misleading testimony, experts bolstering each other’s lies, and a prosecutor who sold them a fantasy of guilt.

The science was garbage, and the lawyers knew it. The prosecution’s closing arguments twisted the facts, presenting impossible statistics, invented numbers, lies. Lies that killed a man.

But we can’t talk about that, can we? Because as long as we remain politically correct, as long as we avoid saying anything that might hurt someone’s feelings, as long as organizations hide behind their image to protect their funding, we are complicit. Our silence is complicity. Our politeness is a shroud for cruelty. And Anthony will die. Not because of the crime he was convicted of, but because we were too polite to fight for the truth.

But I won’t hide. I won’t pretend. I love Anthony Wainwright. I love his wife, his sister, his friends, his family. And I don’t care if that offends you. I don’t care if it makes you uncomfortable. Because this is the truth a truth that should make you uncomfortable.

You want to call him a monster? Go ahead. It’s so easy, isn’t it? It lets you pretend that you’re not part of this. It lets you ignore the trauma that twisted him, the abuse that broke him, the betrayal that left him clinging to anyone who offered a hand even if that hand led him into darkness.

But you are part of this. I am. We all are. Because we built this machine, and we feed it. With our silence, our fear, our desperate need to look away. And while we look away, another child breaks, another life is destroyed, another man waits to die.

So yes, I’ll say it again, and I’ll mean it. I love Anthony Wainwright, his wife, his sister, his friends, his family and I don’t care what you think. Because my love, my anger, and my refusal to stay silent are the only things keeping me human.

And I’m done being polite. I’m done pretending that we can dance around the truth without getting our hands dirty. Because Anthony will die. And after him, another. And another. Until we stop hiding, until we stop pretending, until we stop being cowards.

So look away if you want. Block me out. Cover your ears. But don’t you dare pretend you’re innocent. Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know. This is what you created. This is what you allowed.

This is blood on your hands. On your soul.