In the end, we are disappointed.
We have no answers, no closure, no way to feel less violated –on behalf of the two women who died and the others who were otherwise violated by Russell Williams.
And yet, the police offer themselves up, to be congratulated on their fine work on the case. Open and shut. Great police work.
The video was played over and over again on television, the elaborate cat-and-mouse game that showed, as one police officer commented, that the one smart guy was bested by a smarter guy. The cops are smug that they managed to get Williams to spill the beans, in elaborate detail, about his trangressions.
Fact is: he gave himself up. They didn’t do much except connect the dots he left. Let’s face it: Williams was a terrible serial killer, a guy, admittedly, who was too old and too green in the art and science of serial homicide. The man wanted to get caught to protect his wife.
They found prints even a first year forensic student could match up.
I am reminded of the many botched cases. Karla Homolka is still walking free because of jurisdictional screw ups. The people who murdered the Ottawa federal judge Alban Garon, his wife, Raymonde Garon, and neighbour Marie-Claire Beniskos are still walking free. There are no leads what-so-ever.
And what about the girls, the aboriginal girls in West Quebec, who have never been found, despite pleas from the families that they are not runaways?
Questions, and more questions.
As a citizen of this province, and this Earth, I am gratified that the police got their killer. This time.