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Glenwood Carr surrendered last night.
They shackled him and brought him before a judge and he was processed into the criminal justice system.
It’s where he’s spent the bulk of his adult life.
Glenwood Carr is trash and he’s always been trash.
And the police have caught him on it again and again.
Twenty-five times, to be exact.
Twenty-five offences over as many years, interspersed with trips to jail and prison, each new release followed quickly by some new offense.
Like Sunday night.
He was leaving a family gathering, down by the river, and he totaled the car.
And the guy sitting beside him.
Who ended up pinned and dead beneath the wreckage Glenwood Carr crawled out of and ran away from. He was drunk, he reportedly told witnesses, and he’d be damned if he was going to jail for drunk driving.
On Monday, the sheriff put out a public appeal for him to turn himself in. On Tuesday, he did.
And last night he was in chains.
And today he is behind bars.
Where he should have been.
Where he should have been Sunday night when he supposedly drove drunk again and took a man’s life.
Glenwood Carr is the poster boy for catch and release.
That’s the game played in the criminal justice system, particularly in the state of New York. Catch and release. The cops catch them and the lawyers turn them loose. The lawyers in the suits and the lawyers in the black robes.
Catching Glenwood Carr wasn’t the issue. The police did it over and over and over again.
Sadly, the lawyers , through plea bargains and reduced charges and lenient sentences and alternatives to incarceration and early parole, turned him loose just as many times.
Twenty-five times in 25 years.
And that would be comical if it wasn’t for the blood in the street. If this was just a rapt illustration of revolving-door justice,we’d all shake our heads and have a laugh and opine about how dumb the lawyers are.
But a man died in this wreck.
And that makes the lawyers accomplices.
A person who materially facilitates a crime is a conspirator to the crime. A person who materially facilitates a crime has blood on his hands and is morally culpable.
In this case, Glenwood Carr was driving the car, but it was the lawyers and the judges who were pushing down on the accelerator. They were partners to his conduct because they gave him his freedom, they released him from behind bars, they failed to properly punish him for his past misdeeds.
And guilty along with them is a state legislature that values criminals above victims. We have a criminal code that is both lobotomized and castrated, and the criminal gets 10 breaks and the victim doesn’t get one.
That’s a simple fact. This is New York, and the crooks have a friend in Albany.
But Glenwood Carr is the only one who turned himself in.
The others choose to hide their culpability by looking the other way. While their body count rises and rises.
Because each time a person dies because a crook was on the street who didn’t deserve to be there, the suits have blood on their hands.
And that’s got to change if this state is ever to turn the corner on crime.
Glenwood Carr turned himself in last night.
Sadly, none of the others did.
He will be held, at least for a while, and they will skate on, continuing to write stupid laws that will be prosecuted poorly, settled too quickly and inadequately punished.
Sympathy for criminals is savagery for victims.
And this state hates victims and coddles criminals.
Glenwood Carr is living, breathing proof of that.