Content notice: domestic violence, graphic injury, substance use, death. In Part Two, I pick up from the kitchen tables and courtrooms and take you to a small-town patio where a woman who looks exactly like my ex–mother-in-law’s best friend sits down, orders sauvignon blanc, and, hours later, recognizes me. What happens next is not a courtroom scene; it’s the real place “justice” lives: at a table where everyone has heard a version of the story. I trace how coercive control, self-hatred, and ...
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Content notice: domestic violence, graphic injury, substance use, death. In Part Two, I pick up from the kitchen tables and courtrooms and take you to a small-town patio where a woman who looks exactly like my ex–mother-in-law’s best friend sits down, orders sauvignon blanc, and, hours later, recognizes me. What happens next is not a courtroom scene; it’s the real place “justice” lives: at a table where everyone has heard a version of the story. I trace how coercive control, self-hatred, and ...
Episode One: Death, Empathy, and the Stories We’re Not Telling
The Renegade for Justice Podcast
54 minutes
1 month ago
Episode One: Death, Empathy, and the Stories We’re Not Telling
In this first, unfiltered episode, I speak about what I’ve learned in the decade since becoming a “killer," a person guilty of taking another life. This isn’t about sensationalizing crime. It’s about asking harder questions: Who deserves our empathy when they die? Whose pain is acknowledged, and whose is erased? From Brian Thompson, the former healthcare executive, to Charlie Kirk, a public figure whose rhetoric shaped a movement, to the accused, Luigi Mangione and Tyler Robinson, I examine h...
The Renegade for Justice Podcast
Content notice: domestic violence, graphic injury, substance use, death. In Part Two, I pick up from the kitchen tables and courtrooms and take you to a small-town patio where a woman who looks exactly like my ex–mother-in-law’s best friend sits down, orders sauvignon blanc, and, hours later, recognizes me. What happens next is not a courtroom scene; it’s the real place “justice” lives: at a table where everyone has heard a version of the story. I trace how coercive control, self-hatred, and ...
