The big sticking point in the trial, from what I’ve heard so far, was the jury just did not know how Caylee died. It very well could have been an accident, some of them reasoned, and even if it wasn’t an accident there was really no way to prove what happened so the whole thing was just one big waste of taxpayer’s money and Nancy Grace’s ire. We had this really big circus and everyone had a great time, but when the credits rolled the ending was not nearly what we all thought it would be. So far the alleged mother in the incident hasn’t proclaimed she’ll be golfing for the next three years while looking for the real killer but you can just about bet the show isn’t over for her. This one has cheated the system and lived in the limelight for far too long to go peacefully and return to the life of a white trash barfly.
So now we see the vultures decent to feed on the body of a two year old who was killed somehow, by some Zanny, drowned in a pool, tossed out like trash, with duct tape over her mouth and perhaps a heart sticker there as well. We’ll have anyone who has ever donated sperm to the alleged mother coming out and telling their side of the story, or at least what they remember of it. Someone will have nude photos of her. Someone will have photos of the little girl when she was still alive and they’ll be sold on eBay, and there will be bumper stickers, jewelry, posters, internet sites, virtual memorials, and Facebook pages. True crime books will be written, television interviews with everyone from next door neighbors to the homeless guy that walked past the house in 1996 will be conducted and the show must go on.
This has been a crime full of surprises and I would be shocked if there wasn’t something that happened next that was shocking. Hmmm, okay, that’s not exactly what I was trying to say but in a way it is. Can’t you just see a made for television movie that has the alleged mother playing herself? The whole thing would be some profanity laced monologue in a stream of consciousness voice over where she acts out the murder on film while telling an entirely different story verbally. In a twist of video voodoo, the little girl will have the alleged mother’s face, and she will wink as the duct tape is placed over her mouth, because the words won’t ever really stop until she is dead.
I see a surreality television program running for three or four seasons where the candidates who might have been the father live together and sift through the ashes of a little girl’s life to boost the ratings of a cable channel that hasn’t shown a music video in a decade. Each guy will fondly reminisce his chance meeting in a bar, or some party, or on some street corner, the alleged mother and drugs and no one will notice that almost no one ever remembers a little girl. They will go through the motions of DNA testing but in the end there will be some vote off the island deal where the viewers pick who they think the father is based on how well his story is told. After all, isn’t that how the court case was decided?
You know she is going to write a book, or at least have her name on the cover of one. The grandparents will write a book, the prosecutors will write a book, the jury will write a dozen of them, the man who found the body will write one, the homeless man that walked past the house in 1996 will write a book and one of my dogs will write one about the murder as well. Oprah will come out of retirement to hold a one of a thousand interviews. Sixty minutes will do its own investigation. Geraldo will look in Al Capone’s vault for clues and not find any. But doing anything on television and having the dead little girl’s name attached to it will sell.
Look for the morbid to spring up. Cloth baby dolls wrapped in garbage bags with duct tape and heart stickers over their mouths are going to be the big thing this Christmas. “Murder Dolls” are going to sell like hotcakes and you can bet the person who makes them is going to be interviewed and write books. It’s going to pick up steam as it goes along and all the while there is one truly screwed up former and alleged mother who is going to bask in all of this, this world she created by destroying another. Caylee is slowly going from a little girl to the center ring of a circus and that is all she will ever be. She would be five this year, did you realize this? She would be a first grader next year, but none of that is ever going to happen and that, more than anything else, more than the books, the interviews, the bumper stickers, the duct tape and heart stickers, more than anything else, the fact that she was robbed of a future is worse than any of that stuff that is happening or is going to happen. We traded her in for a set of Ginzu knives and something to talk about at work.
In fifteen years or so some lunatic will show up claiming to be Caylee and the alleged mother will say see I told you Zanny was real and it will all begin again. This is a story with some legs on it, and it will run forever. It will be interesting to see how all of this plays out, and who winds up being a better person for it, and who is ruined by it, and in the end, how much will be paid for our version of the truth, the only one we’ll accept, no matter what really happened.