Showing posts with label last meal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label last meal. Show all posts

Friday, April 25, 2025

Yee-Hah Texas 2010

In 2010 Texas executed eighteen men. Their punishment was ordered by the state for the crimes of murder. The next up on the injection table deserved the ultimate punishment for the heinous murder of a black man in 1998.

His crime had been to man to drag his victim behind a Ford pick-up truck to the nearest black church to inform the community of Japer that the KKK was back in area.

Jasper, Texas had been founded in 1824 as a lumber town in the Deep East Texas.

By 1998 the population split evenly between black and white. It was not a rich town, but Jasper was not Philadelphia, Mississippi and 1998 was not 1964 when the Klan killed 3 civil rights workers.

Lawrence Brewer and his partners begged to differ. They committed murder, expecting to escape justice, however both Brewer and another partner received the death penalty. The third got Life. He must have been the snitch.

On the day before his Reckoning Brewer ordered his last meal.

A big one.

Two chicken fried steaks, a triple-meat bacon cheeseburger, fried okra, a pound of barbecue, three fajitas, a meat lover's pizza, a pint of ice cream, and a slab of peanut butter fudge with crushed peanuts.

Once the food was in his cell, Brewer declared that he wasn't hungry and went to his death without taking a single bite.

His loss of appetite was not uncommon and the state prison chaplain said many men declined to eat their last meal.

"Very few - I'd say less then 10% - ate all that we brought to them."

A state senator was appalled by this murderer getting such a feast and called for the abolition of the an ancient tradition dating back to the Greeks and Romans. The director of Texas prisons shared his opinion and since then the condemned man will be served the same as any other inmate on death row at Livingston.

The following year Death Row went on a hunger strike, because of bad food in their unit.

One way or the other Texas will kill the dead men walking, especially when Rick Perry had been governor.

His favorite food is popcorn.

Yee-Hah Texas.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Last Meal In Les Halles

Back in May 1982 Walter Durkacz and I were celebrating my 30th birthday with a luncheon at our favorite Paris cafe, which served the gourmands of Les Halles. I ordered the steack au poivre and Walter had the sole. He was a very slow eater, so I drank wine waiting for him to finish his meal.

"You want dessert?" Walter asked between a thoughtful chaw on the soft fish.

"No, I'm good." The carafe of wine was half-full. Walter was a slow drinker too. I turned my head.

The man next to us was dining alone. His face was more than a little red. He coughed and fell forward onto the table.

I snatched his plate of duck before he could face-plant in his meal.

His head thocked the table and he sighed his last breath.

Everyone in the restaurant regarded the man; knives and forks in hand.

I felt his pulse.

There was none and I told the waiter the same in my Boston-accented French.

"Merde," said the waiter since the dead man had yet to pay his bill.

The rest of the diners shrugged and tucked into their lunch.

"Dessert?" Walter repeated his offer.

"Creme Brulee."

Life goes on.