I used to be staunchly for the death penalty. It always came down to the question of what I would like done to anyone that took the life of one of my family members. The quick answer I would give is that if possible, I would kill the murderer with my own hands. As a younger man, I equate what I deemed to be justified vengeance with justice.
I’m not entirely sure if I’m against the death penalty now. There are times when I read about a seriously heinous crime and think, “why waste time, money, and energy on such a vile creature and just put a bullet through his skull and be done with?” It’s obviously never that simple, as the justice system, particularly the process for the death penalty, is far from simple and perfect. The death penalty often cost more money, and far too many people have wrongly been convicted and sentenced to die.
The death penalty is one of the issues that I still struggle to have a firm stance on. I feel that as I’ve gotten older and now raising my own children, I’ve expanded my understanding on the purpose of life. I guess what I’m trying to say is that justice is still very important to me, but vengeance is not.