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I WILL not apologize for being who I am. Nor will I be silent


Benjamin Koller agreed to speak with investigators and told them that he had dropped the baby several times and that the baby’s head once struck the corner of a wooden changing table, according to court reports. He also said he would hold his hands over his mouth to make the baby stop crying and that the infant had become unresponsive on occasion. Additionally, he noted jerking the baby around, once causing the baby’s head to butt into Benjamin Koller’s chin. He also described shaking the baby and biting him to rouse him after he became unresponsive.
After the baby was hospitalized, he was diagnosed with severe brain damage. The 4-month-old died on Oct. 5, 2009. The Boulder County coroner ruled that Jack Koller died of the delayed effects of blunt force trauma to the head and ruled the death a homicide.

This story is not a new one. I open the Internet every morning, and I am greeted with headlines just like this. Sometimes much, much worse, but the end result is the same. These children not only die at the hands of their parents, but they are tortured the whole way. I don’t understand, nor do I think I ever will. If this situation was going on, you CANNOT tell me once again that nobody suspected anything. I am so angry that I can post story, after story on this, and NOTHING is changing. It is not prejudice to race, economic status, educated or not, it is everywhere.

Just like the one I posted the other day about the pediatrician being indicted for the death of their ADOPTED daughter. Why did they adopt at all? NO sense whatsoever. How in heck do these people slip through the cracks?? My mind just cannot wrap itself around it.

I know the fear and hopelessness I felt as a child, and I don’t think I can even fathom a fraction of what some of these poor children have gone through. As the abuser pleads insanity and gets to live in a cell, while we pay for it. Don’t get me wrong, it is not my place to judge, but we talk about their rights, WHAT about that child’s rights? Who by the way is DEAD. Their rights and voice weren’t heard.  So where is their justice? I don’t get it.

In the memo, Brackley asks the judge to discount an independent psychiatric evaluation of Koller that the defendant “seemed totally unaware that his behavior could (cause) damage to Jack’s infant brain.” The prosecutors point out interviews with police and jail conversations in which he acknowledged that he understood his behavior could hurt the child.

He was totally unaware that his behavior was causing damage to Jack’s brain? If you believe that bunch of bull, than I am Liberace. I don’t give a rat’s behind if he “seemed” anything. He tortured that baby to the point of death. May God have mercy on his soul, if he has one.
To all those children that are dying everyday, I WILL not let the world forget you. I WILL Not allow your death to be in vain. I will push it, shove it, in front of whomever I can till this madness stops! I won’t apologize for doing what I do.
No more talk people. ACTION is the only thing I want to see & hear.

Koller is scheduled for sentencing at 1:30 p.m. in Boulder District Court.http://www.TimesCall.com/news_story.asp?ID=22777

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