Cracked

There isn't anything quite as awful as the death of a child; in particular, the death of a child at the hands of her parents.

Take Marchella Pierce. I wish somebody had because now it's too late.

The four year old girl weighed fifteen pounds at the time of her death. She was sickly from birth but her underdeveloped lungs did not cause the ligature marks around her ankles.

If I were a drug dealer, I would definitely want the area of Brooklyn where she lived as my sales territory.

Her father says his wife (from whom he is estranged) is a wonderful mother and he'd never seen her hurt her kids. Oh, they have two sons aged six years and nine months who thankfully have been taken away from her.

Of course, Dad could hardly stand up when being interviewed by reporters and a toothless neighbor who also had indulged in narcotics that day thought Carlotta Pierce was Mother of the Year.

I suspect they are all looking at the world through rose colored crack pipes.